Geeky Moms

This day was such a special day that our God created for us.We as the Impact team went to the Lelie Bloem home in Belgravia where we pampered all of their staff Most of the staff we so taken aback when we ministered to them whilst doing their feet.I felt really honoured to be of service to them as this was all for the Glory of God

Brent and Craig having a Social Media Session with the Mom2.0 ladies.

Whenever I see this picture it gives me hope. Hope for every mother or father out there who has a child caught up in drugs or gangs. This is the amazing story by Allida Williams: As a mother, I always had great expectations and high hopes for Brent, my only son. And almost 9 years ago I was faced with the nightmare that my son was on drugs. Everyday I would watch Brent visit neighbours, which I naively thought to be innocent and safe. Suddenly his behaviour changed, he became aggressive and withdrew from the family. He frequently asked me for money and became careless about his appearance. I only accepted the reality once I saw Brent deteriorating before my very eyes. I was forced to accept that my son was addicted to drugs and that help was needed. This motivated me to do research on drugs and contacted various rehabilitation institutions in order to rid my son from this curse. We were unable to place him in any rehabilitation institutions due to fees being too costly. My state of he

Thanks to all who nominated The Reconstructed for the SA Blog Awards. This is a great testimony having young men and women who's lives were destroyed by substance abuse and gangsterism, and through blogging have began a journey of reconstruction (Some of our bloggers in picture above). So to help us make this journey even more memorable please vote for us http://www.sablogawards.com/2009/ for the "Best Group Blog".

If only? Yes so many,many if,s only.As Im watching some young male adults,playing cricket across the road,so much wasted talent,yes wasted as most of them are school dropouts,unemployed and most likely on a drug or two.What if? they had the opportunities to excell and prosper in what they loved best.Painfull thought.What if the choices they made were on par with future requirements of life.Most of their parents are known to me and the way they were reared.Never in my wildest dreams expected any one of them to be roaming the streets today.Trying to get to the core of it all seems fathomless.It really hurts.So much pain if i talk to their moms.Many of them have grandparents,parents or spiritual moms and dads that .s been praying them through for years.Its not only those without fathers but also kids from seemingly happly married couples.Looking at Chad.seventeen years old,known him since his pamper days,chubby and loveable.An excellent all rounder at primary school.you name it, he excel

Is it me?being a summer baby or is it a myth? Born in summer you naturaly in your daily walks dont function very well during the heatwaves... SUMMER.Is it age? being drained and exhausted at close of each day with temperatures that exceeded the 30 plus degree. Im not ungratefull for another day added to my life daily but both my kids since birth,they adults today, thrived,were hilariously magical during hotdays,both being May and June children. To this day they enjoy the african sun. eventhough one of the two would reprimand me for even mentioning our weather.Maybe Im enticing her to move back home.Central heating being her way of enjoying the irish summers...hope she doesnt stumble across this blog. Nevertheless as from this day forth, Im valueing each day to the fullest...try though and take one day at a time.No wishfull thinking into the future...Winter.

Its so amazing how the years had passed and today all these remote thoughts surfaced through my subconcious to reveal a reality. 1958,my first year at primary school,Sub A or grade 1 as its known today.What was expected of a six year old? , ten siblings and tenth in line in this large family. It was really an era of not being seen nor heard.All that was expected was to know schoolwork. How I hated holidays? for not only did the younger ones have to sleep on the floor ,as our rooms were invaded with UPCOUNTRY VISITORS, also not being able to sit and converse with the aunts or uncles, WE dared not parttake in adult conversations we were only called in to recite a recitation, at the expense of, I suppose SEEMINGLY PROUD PARENTS,giggling siblings and sneering aunts. The blushing just wouldnt stop then for I was always the target being the only one of the siblings in an English class, the visitors with limited

For years and years we carry dreams within us,longing,yearning to just let one of these dreams bring us true happiness or some sort of recognition. Your life feel like a Stone,irrespective of who said what regarding your capabilities.Your potentials lie dormant within yourself.So many legendaries had Visions born in thought added action and transformed the action into their visions. The Master Builder, who knows the inner you,has been,through Grace,chipping away at your stone to perfect his vision he had planned for you. So that Stone..Your Life,that was ignored and unused, Blossoms into that amazing Masterpiece.Yes let God take charge over your life ALLOWING YOU to be as great as He want you to be.