Rethabile, The Companion. Part 2

Hello, Companionship

"Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up." — Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

It has been two years since I last wrote about you. One might think that two years is a short time, but looking back, I realise it has been a time of learning and unlearning, breaking and rebuilding. You have been both a source of joy and heartache, a teacher in ways I never expected. I once thought you were something that simply happened—a natural force, an inevitable presence. But I have come to realise that you are intentional, a choice we make every day. You have held my hand in laughter and wiped my tears in silence. You have shown up in friendships that flourished and in relationships that faded. You have taught me that love is not just about being present but about choosing to stay, to nurture, to walk alongside even when the road is rough. You have tested my patience, challenged my expectations, and forced me to see myself in ways I never dared to before. Despite the hurt, I do not resent you. You have made me stronger, softer, wiser. I am growing with you, learning what it truly means to love, to give, and to receive. And though you have changed in form and presence, I know you will always be part of me. This is our journey, Companionship. Let’s continue growing. 

Companionship is the craziest thing to have… and even crazier to live without. Looking back at The Companion (Part 1), I realise how sweet and loving it was. But let’s be real—anyone in any kind of relationship knows that it is not always rosy. Now, I’m not saying it was entirely awful, but I have learned to be honest with myself about the people I allow in my life. I have walked away from relationships that only took from me. I have loved and lost, but more than anything, I have continued to live and love myself… even when it felt like I didn’t. Anyway, let’s get into it. First, we have my family… 

 18 February 2025 

Dear Diary, 

Family: The First Companions 

My journey with companionship began the moment God saw fit to breathe life into me. That happened on my sister's 7th birthday—10th February 1997. My sister always tells me that my birth was the greatest gift she has ever received. Lol, not my parents scoring points with my life and existence! 

 As cute as it all sounds, I’ve never really liked my birthday. I love my sister’s birthday, but I hate mine. If you asked me when my battle with depression began, I’d tell you it was the day I understood what birthdays were—realising I would never truly have my own or know what it’s like to have a day all about me. That realisation shaped how I saw my family, how I saw the world, and ultimately, how I saw myself. Sharing a birthday taught me early on that people are treated differently. And that, my dear friend, is when and where I began developing my tough, no-nonsense persona—the one people often describe as both asshole-ish and manly.

Growing up, we all fight to find our voices and our place in the world. While most kids were busy exploring and discovering new things, I was trying to emerge from the shadow I had been placed under. My sister’s shadow. It felt cold. It felt like I was sinking. And if I’m being honest, it still feels that way sometimes. The sad part? She wasn’t the one who put me there. It was the weight of expectations—the unspoken comparisons, the constant push to be like her. My sister and I are so different, yet because she was the firstborn, her path was the blueprint. She was the standard. And I? I was the echo, often silenced before I could even figure out what I wanted to say. I still get silenced now, but these days, I choose to be deliberately loud—because why shouldn’t I be? 

My sister is an academic. I am a creative. It’s easy to guess who made our parents proud in school. And honestly? I love that for her. I still do. She has always had her head screwed on right, while I go wherever the wind takes me. Call me Maphefo! But it’s all these little things—the comparisons, the expectations, the quiet battles—that shaped me into the person I am today. Now, don’t get me wrong—I love my parents. Wholeheartedly. And like I mentioned in Part 1, I truly met them when I became a mother. But more than that, I met my younger self in my daughter. And every time I think of young Rethabile, I cry. Because for so long, I convinced myself that I was tough, that I was grown. But in her, I see how fragile I actually was. I thought I was misunderstood, but the truth is, I was never really listened to. I finally understand what Tyler Perry meant when he said, "Sometimes we learn from our parents in reverse." Because sometimes the mistakes your parents make are for you to walk through in wisdom 

My genesis with companionship is layered—it holds joy and love, but also hurt, pain, and anger. And yet, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It taught me to fight, to forgive, to love, to lose, and to love again. The downside? It has made me hold onto toxic relationships longer than I should. But even in that, I’m learning. And if there’s one thing I’ve taken from this, it’s that I can love the good with the bad. I can forgive without receiving an apology. And I can dare to live loudly and boldly—because I am fucking awesome. (Sorry, I said I wouldn’t cuss anymore). While family is the foundation of companionship, friendships are where we first learn to choose who walks with us in life.

Unlike family, friendships are formed through connection, not obligation. And in these relationships, I have learned some of my hardest and most beautiful lessons. 

Friendship: The Chosen Companion 

This one hurts. Okay, I’m lying—it really hurts. 

With so much of my life spent fighting for my own identity within my family, friendship became the space where I could truly find myself. It was where I could explore, experience life, and just be. But the past two years have brought a whirlwind of change. Having had my boys in my life since childhood, I grew up a dude. But the year of my 26th birthday? That was the year I stepped into my womanhood. And can I just say—women are so amazing! 

You’d think that growing up in a family dominated by women, both on my maternal and paternal sides, would have made me a girly girl. But nope—ke rata bashimane (I like boys). I played football and cricket in that one high school I attended and always loved being around my boys. I did try being part of a girls’ group back then, but I was clearly the odd one out, so I always found myself escaping to be with the gents. And let me tell you—life got weird when the girls started dating, and suddenly, everything changed. 

Anyway, back to the year of 26. With males being my gateway to social life, transitioning into friendships with women—especially mothers—was hard! What do you mean there’s so much work involved?! There are certain male friends I have to this day whose real names I still don’t know. Yet, here in Women Friendshipville, we have these things called feelings. Wow. Emotions—ones I had never truly felt or explored until my late twenties (YOH, late twenties!). But I’ll save the journey of becoming a woman for another day. 

What I will say is this: as I began unlearning a lot of what I thought I knew about friendship, I realised just how much of myself I was letting go of. Stepping into my feminine energy has allowed so much good to come into my life, but it also forced me to see a hard truth—just like with the gents, I had been holding onto friendships out of loyalty rather than how I was actually being treated. And let me tell you—I was shocked at the crap I allowed, simply because friendship was such a high priority for me. Ska wara (don’t worry), though—I’ve changed. Friendship has become very intentional for me. I had to let go of some people and make less room for new ones. Lmao, why would I add more when the small number I have already feels like plenty? I have learnt to be intentional with my friendships and my time, and I’ve grown into a woman I genuinely like. And man, I love it here. To my beautiful circle—I love you… even if there are fewer than three of you. 

Friendships teach us how to trust, how to give, and how to receive. But there is another form of companionship that takes those lessons and tests them in a different way—love. And love, I have learned, is not always what we expect. 

Romantic Companionship: The Most Vulnerable Choice 

You came and loved every part of me. It was so unexpected how one conversation led to a lifetime of dreaming and building with you. You make me feel like a teenager, yet you love me for the woman I am. You feel so familiar, yet every day with you is an opportunity to unravel parts of you that fit so perfectly into the voids in me. 

You make me believe that being empty isn’t being without—but rather, as God saw a void in the earth as an opportunity to create, you saw the empty places in me and filled them with love, patience, and purpose. You took my hurt and carried it with me. You looked at me and saw bigger and better than I ever could. You let me into your world, and instead of shrinking me to fit it, you expanded your world just to make space for me. 

You are every companionship in one—my friend, my love, my home. 

With you, my healing has been graceful. You hold up a mirror to my pain, not to break me, but to help me heal. You fill the spaces in my heart I once thought were irreparable. And yet, here you are—existing so effortlessly, making me smile simply by being. 

Every minute without you doesn’t leave me feeling insecure; instead, it gives me the chance to live life fully, knowing I will return to share it with you. I simply love loving you because loving you is loving me. My world once felt dark, yet the thought of your smile brightens it. Your laugh—my favourite sound. Not just because it’s beautiful, but because, in that moment, I realise my existence brings you joy, even if only for a second. 

You give meaning to life in a way no one else can. I can have many friends and family members, but there is only one you that I can love the way I love you. 

My laughs are louder. 

My silence is heard. 

My presence is acknowledged. 

You keep choosing me, even when I struggle to choose myself. You soften my heart, not by force, but with a love so steady that fear has no place in it. I do not fear losing you, not because love comes with guarantees, but because you reassure me—not just with words, but with action, with presence, with the way you hold space for me in a way no one else ever has.

With you, I feel safe. 

I feel home. 

I simply feel. 

My pain is not overlooked, and my scars do not scare you. My silence sometimes pushes you away, yet the moment I speak, you are closer than before. My thoughts run away with me, but your reassurance pulls me back—like I am in Inception, grounded by the sound of your voice. My walls crumble with every encounter. My heart of iron melts when you speak to me. My stubbornness remains, yet it does not frighten you. 

Oh, how beautiful you are. 

You make me grateful for the heartbreaks I endured because now, I can fully appreciate every effort you make. I am glad you are not my first, because you would have met me at my worst—but I am hopeful, so deeply hopeful, that you are my last.

Declaring my love for you is one of my favourite things to do, and I pray I get to do it forever. Over and over again, I would choose you. A thousand times over, in every lifetime, in every reality—I would choose you. 

I am grateful for you—for your lessons, your leadership, and the way you make space for me to grow. You continue to evolve, never leaving me behind. You care for me not out of obligation, but because you want to. You make me feel chosen, even when I cannot choose myself. You make me fall in love with life through the smallest, simplest things. 

You never neglect my heart. Instead, you keep healing it, even when I bleed from wounds you did not cause. 

You make me love music. 

You make me love me. 

How could I ever not love you? 

Your hand fits perfectly in mine. My heart, with you, feels okay. Because with you, love isn’t just something I long for. It is something I live in. 

Romantic companionship can be one of the deepest, most consuming forms of connection. But nothing has taught me more about selflessness and unconditional love than motherhood. 

Motherhood: The Most Selfless Companionship 

Motherhood is the most beautiful paradox—both heartbreak and restoration. It came to me unexpectedly, wrapped in contradictions. It is love and sacrifice, joy and exhaustion, fulfillment and self-doubt. It is the deepest companionship, yet the most selfless one. 

I never knew how much space my heart had until you, Panda. You filled parts of me I didn’t know were empty. You became my reason to fight, to heal, to love deeper than I ever thought possible. 

Dear Panda, How do I even put into words what you mean to me? 

I sometimes wish you were old enough to truly understand everything I want to say, but that would mean we would have lived out so many years—years I am not ready to surrender just yet. As much as I look forward to watching you grow, I don’t think I will ever be ready for how quickly it happens. 

Every day, you are slipping away from me and into yourself. And though it terrifies me, it also fills me with pride. I watch you become your own person, full of curiosity, love, and wonder. And I am so proud of you, baby girl. So proud that I wish I could give you the entire world, yet even that wouldn’t be enough to match what you have given me. 

You make me want to be a better woman, a better mother—because you deserve that. You deserve someone who nurtures you, protects you, and teaches you what love is. And in the most beautiful and unexpected way, you do the same for me. 

You pray for me, Panda. You pray for me. And you don’t even realize how much those prayers carry me through my days, through my life. There are moments when I feel weak, when I feel like I am not enough, but then I hear your tiny voice talking to God on my behalf, and suddenly, I find strength again. 

I never want to live for you but to live with you. I never want you to feel the burden of keeping me alive, because that is not your weight to carry. Your heartbeat is enough. Your laughter, your existence—it is all I need to be okay.

Knowing that God wakes you up every morning fills me with peace. Not only did He choose you for me, but He chose you for this world. And I cannot wait to see all that He has in store for you. 

I cannot wait to watch you become.

I cannot wait to see you be.

But my love for you does not exist in waiting. It is here, now, in every moment. In the way I watch you sleep, in the way I hold your tiny hands, in the way I whisper prayers over you when you’re too busy playing to notice.

It is in the sacrifices no one sees. The late nights, the early mornings. The endless patience, even when I am exhausted. The silent battles I fight to ensure that no burden ever touches you. The dreams I chase, not just for myself, but so you can grow up knowing that nothing is impossible for you. 

It is in the way I smile even when I am hurting. Because I never want you to look at me and see struggle—I want you to see strength. 

But the truth is, Panda, sometimes I do struggle. Sometimes I break down. Sometimes I question if I am doing enough, if I am being enough. But then you look at me, and I realize… I am your world, just as much as you are mine. And that is enough. 

Motherhood is the greatest lesson in love. It teaches me that love is not about holding on too tightly, but about letting go with grace. It is not about molding you into who I think you should be, but nurturing who God created you to be. It is not about sacrificing myself entirely, but becoming the best version of me so that you have a mother you can be proud of. 

And so, I will love you in every way I know how. I will fight for you, pray for you, guide you, and stand beside you as you grow. Because I am your mother. And you, my beautiful Panda, are my greatest love story.

Through every season, companionship has challenged me, broken me, healed me, and helped me grow. It is no longer something I take lightly, but something I choose with intention. And as I continue this journey, I know one thing for sure—companionship, in all its forms, is a gift, and I will honor it as such. 

Anyway, let me go live. I love you

Love, Retha the companion

P.S - "A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity." — Proverbs 17:17

Dear God, I am grateful for the love you have given me through people!

A Journey of Becoming: 28 Years in the making.

Turning 28 feels surreal — as though I’m standing at the crossroads of who I was and who I’m becoming. Reflecting on the past few years — the triumphs, the heartaches, the lessons, and the moments filled with grace — one truth remains clear: God has been faithful through it all.

This year, I’m marking my birthday a little differently. Planting butternut seeds has become more than a simple tradition; it’s a symbolic act of growth and surrender. Just as those seeds take root and grow under God’s care, I too am choosing to root myself deeper in His love and purpose.

Today, I am dedicating this moment to prayer, seeking to draw closer to God and hear His voice more clearly. Life has not always been easy, but through every season, His faithfulness has remained constant. I choose to honour both the challenges that have shaped me and the victories that have reminded me of His unending grace.

10th February 2025

Dear Diary,

Three years ago, we began our journey together. I had just turned 25, and everything was hopeful. It wasn’t always pretty, nor was it consistent, but it was ours nonetheless. Not writing to you has been hard. You are a part of me that carries my healing. You don’t only carry my stories of overcoming, but my hope to still overcome. You carry so much of my being that being without you feels as though a part of me is missing. You make me feel seen and heard. You make me feel valued. You simply make me feel. There is so much I’ve been able to accomplish and heal through you. I love you for being here. I love you for still being here. Happy third anniversary, my love. And happy 28th to me!

I really have a lot to tell you, but I don’t want to bombard you with my tales. The becoming of Retha the 28-year-old has been a wild adventure, my friend. Adventures including me acting in multiple productions, becoming a Sunday school teacher, self-publishing a book, starting my Annique with Rethabile business, and so much more while trying my best to honour God and not lose my head being a mother. I know, right? It’s a lot to take in, but don’t worry — I have stories about companions too. Listen, it’s going to be wild! I can’t wait to meet you all over again. Yes, I’m going to come back and give you all the details. My chest is too weak to keep these things — I’m asthmatic.

I love you. Happy day to us! We deserve it.

Love, Rethabile-Lerato

P.S.

God has been writing my story long before I even picked up this pen, and He’s not done yet. I trust that the chapters ahead will be filled with more grace, joy, and wild adventures.

"Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." — Philippians 1:6

Here’s to the becoming, my friend. 💛

The Lover

 

Dear love

You are by far, my favourite. You reveal in me, what I did not know I had. You come and bring gifts of peace and hugs. You tear down walls built so high that I even forgot what’s on the other side. You ease my fears and restore my yesterdays. You come with comfort and give my heart a home. You bring a storm only you can calm, at the price of my pride…but then again, you are more than worthy. Each day, without asking, you give me reasons to fall deeper in love with you and myself. You teach me how to carry myself. You teach me how to stand firm in my word.

Dear Rethabile Lerato Mabalane

What a marvel you are to watch. You are soft and vulnerable. You let your guard down and love loudly. You move boldly towards love as though you have never been hurt in it. You give as though you have never lost. You receive love as it is and give it back in ways you wished you received it. You become so gentle that the Rethabile who was taught to harden her heart, fades in the existence of the you, you are in love. You are at your most pure. You aren’t a daughter, a mother or even a girlfriend, you’re just the you that you wish you could always be. I love you when you are in love because the receiver receives more and more of you…but mostly, you receive more and more of yourself because with every encounter with love, you learn and give back to yourself. I love seeing you learn and bloom into the woman you pray about. You are my most favourite. I look forward to seeing more of you. Hearing more from you. Dear Rethabile, I look forward to you

Love

Rethabile, The Lover

The Friend

 

Dear Friendship

How crazy of you to love me. How crazy for you to provide a home for me. You give me so much encouragement and motivate me to never give up on myself. You support my dreams without hesitation and wish me well on my journey. Thank you for allowing me to explore the parts of me I haven’t shared with the world yet. Thank you for loving my loud laugh, dirty jokes, smart mouth and what you call personality. Thank you for the lessons and good times.  Thank you for the nights I cants remember and to our future together. Thank you for allowing me to be…

Dear friends, my dudes

I have witnessed your hunger. You strive so hard to become impeccable young men. Men that protect, men that work hard, men that provide all while finding your identity. The contrast between the expectations of you being the male child to that of a man being represented in each of you has granted me the opportunity to see reason behind how hard you grind and work. The reason behind your hunger for greatness and the sense of being a man. Without you, I wouldn’t hve the drive I have. The courage to start typing and releasing my diary for many to read. As men, you taught me how to face the worldly battles with my head held high and guard even higher. As men, you taught me to put my pride aside.  As men, you have taught me that my emotions truly are great servants and not masters because the challenges you face on a daily take strength to not be reacted emotionally towards. Dear men in my life, thank you for the friendship and security. Thank you for my game and thank you for always inspiring me to do better than I did yesterday.

Dear friends, my ladies

It takes a lot for me to have endless bonds with women, but with what the gents have taught me, loyalty is the best way to have a relationship. After growing up as a tomboy, you helped me find my feminine side. Your world has allowed to explore myself in ways I dreamt someone else would. You softened me up and taught me how to feel. Slowly as I grew into womanhood, you grew with me. When my adolescence hit and the boys didn’t get me, you came running in to save the day and you continue to do so.  With friends in motherhood, relationships and life of a woman, I am blessed to have a group of female friends so versatile that I explore every element of womanhood through you. Thank you for creating a sisterhood like no other. Already having a sister, you are the closest thing to that I can describe. Thank you for the love, thank you nurturing me and thank you for making me want more.

 

Love,

Rethabile, The friend

The Daughter

Dear Parents

I got to see you in a different light. Motherhood allowed me to get a glimpse of what your life. As I was going through my heartbreak, my only thought was that of protecting Panda. My intentions were to continue giving Panda all the love that had been promised that I deprived myself the love I needed to continue the fight. Thinking that I am alone in motherhood, I forgot I wasn’t alone in life. Just as I sought to love and protect Panda, beyond my own life, you did the same for me. I wouldn’t be the parent I am today, because through the love and lessons you gave me, I get to witness many milestones. Thank you for instilling in me everything I need to conquer my tomorrows. You guys did an amazing job with me! Thank you!

 

Dear Mama

I became a mom and saw you for the first time. You helped me define what motherhood is to me from the moment you found out about me. Hearing stories of the day you found out about me, your appointment visits with Neo and my birth and having experienced stories of my own with my daughter makes me look forward to telling her. I realise that as a daughter, I have hurt you many times but never knew how deep the cuts were. Not the pain bore during days for pregnancy and the result of birth, but the pain that cuts so deep, it makes all the pain of labour seem minute. Learning the roles outside of motherhood you had to play has made me learn you more and fall in love deeper with you. Umbilical cord cut, but closer than ever. Your heart still mine, it beats to keep me alive. Thank you Soster!

Dear Papa

My bro. I can never picture a life without you in it. All my memories have you in them. I remember the day you found out I was pregnant. 5 July 2019, Friday. 2 days after finding out about my pregnancy. That’s the moment…bittersweet because that is when your little girl became a grown little something. Well, that’s what I thought. I thought now that I was a mom I was grown, but you continued reminding me that I am a child. You reprimanded and cared for me. You talked to me and held my hand at my most scared. As much as being a mom showed me the importance of a father being present in a child’s life, your presence in mine taught me that his character and actions will define his presence. Trying to replicate what I got from you, for Panda, opened me to the many struggles of fatherhood. I could never do what you do or endure all you have endured, so God decided to have Panda experience it from the best, you. I could ever ask for a better dad because without you, I’d be a whole different being, and I’m happy being me.

 

Love

Rethabile, The Daughter

The Companion

 

COMPANIONSHIP

 

It might not always be what you want it to be, but it is always what you need to get through this life.

Dear God

Thank you for the smiles and thank you for the laughs. Thank you for the time and thank you for the chance. Thank you for the conversations and thank you for the silence. Thank you for the feeling of home in others and in ourselves. Thank you for tomorrows fuelled with hope from yesterday’s promises. Thank you for the tight hugs we get. As tight as though they will hold us for tomorrow. Dear God, Thank you for companionship.

 

Dear Companionship

I have come to know you in many forms. As a daughter, a mother, a friend and a lover. Each relationship different from the next, two common things about them all is love and growth. You provided peace through conversations filled with laughter and peace in moments silence was a third partner in our encounters. You provided friends to celebrate the joys of life with and shoulders to cry on, on our days to mourn. You provided beings our hearts can call home and equipped us with the tools needed to build homes in ourselves. You require nothing but time to strengthen bonds of friendship and mould them into brotherhoods. What we consider a meaningless meetings by chance, becomes your birth. God was right when He said it is not good for man to be alone because in all my happy moments, you were there. You came with blessings and lifetime lessons. In moments of despair, you come with words of encouragement. I have yearned for you on many occasions and mourned you more than a thousand times.  

But, with everything that I know, the good and the bad, I will always welcome you. Wholeheartedly   

 

To the many beings I am blessed to have in my life, thank you. Thank you for seeing something worth staying for. Thank you for never ending reassurance of love. Through the memes you share, the ideas you inspire and words of encouragement. I truly am a better person because of the roles to choose to play in my life. What we didn’t think much of has now attached itself to my identity through our experiences together. Thank you for the part you played and continue to play. I pray our being connected brings nothing but the best in you and me. I love you, always and forever

Love

Rethabile, The Companion.

Eat, pray, self-love

 

 

Dear Motherhood… Dear Rethabile

Thank you. I am grateful that you helped me find myself. I am grateful that you have allowed me to hide behind you as I pick up the pieces to the rest of me. Thank you for the laughter, the pain and the lessons. I learnt so much about myself the past four years (pregnancy included) through you, that I am looking forward to the joy you will bring as we celebrate Oabetswe’s third year. Here is to you!! For you came with so much joy in my life and those around us.

 

March 2^nd, 2023

Three years ago, on this day, I went to the hospital. Signs that I was about to go into labour were showing. My nerves were all over the place as I was about to be a mother to a human being and not just my belly. The past months had just been about ensuring I eat, pray and carry myself with love so I could take care of my baby, Panda. I ended up sleeping at the hospital for two nights because just like her mom, Panda works at her own time. The damn audacity to do that to your own mother!

 

With this coming Saturday marking our 3 year anniversary, or as Panda calls it, her birthday, I realised the amount of pressure I had put on myself. The pressure of ensuring she knows that she is loved and cared for…but I soon realised that I am the one who I was actually worried about. Again, I am learning to deal with my issues outside of parenthood.

 

During my journey of finding fulfilment, I asked myself the question Elizabeth Gilbert received in her movie and book ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, “What is your word?” Basically asking who are you or what word best describes you. I have struggled with this question because I am continuously finding things about myself and cannot be boxed into one category. In the movie, Elizabeth throws out words like “wife” and “daughter”. This took me back to a conversation I had with my God Baby Daddy (Panda’s Godfather) where I was telling him that I am finding it hard to balance life as a mom and life as Rethabile. His response was so simple yet effective because all he said was “Stop trying to be one thing at a time and embrace all of you. You aren’t just a mom and you aren’t just Rethabile. You are everything in one”.  

 

What this made me realise was I was so focused on everything I am not that I never celebrated all that I am and all I have done. I am always focused on the next move and not what is right in front of me. So in the spirit of celebrating and giving thanks, I decided to just write what I am grateful for

 

1. ·       I have acted for big and small productions.

·       I got the opportunity to study and graduate.

·       Thanks to Thato having had a show on BMH Radio, I have been on live radio.

·       I have been featured on people’s songs as a vocalist.

·       I successfully registered a business (as sole proprietor) and one with a partner.

·       I have worked hard and got modelling gigs

·       I started a family of my own (Panda and I).

·       I have had the opportunity to be a working mom and now a stay at home mom.

·       I survived the most abusive relationship I have ever been in and still came out believing in love and good in other people

·       I started my own blog

·       I get to celebrate 3 years of Panda’s life daily!

 

By acknowledging all the things I have, I realise that sometimes self-love isn’t telling yourself how much you love yourself or how pretty you look, but by reminding yourself of all you have achieved and gotten through. I am really my favourite reminder of just how good God is as I have seen miracles happen for me. My next and current adventure includes me taking my place in God’s kingdom. I have worked hard to prove myself worthy of worldly status and I am beyond happy. It is not everyone that gets to live their dreams the way I have. I am proud of myself. I eat more, pray more and love myself so much that I have been receiving love from outside too.

So, who am I? I am God’s child. An heiress to His kingdom. One of the kingdom builders and I am absolutely proud of it.

 

Anyway, let me go play one of my roles and prepare for Panda’s day care birthday celebration. I am beyond pumped!!

 

-        Love, Rethabile The mom

P.S Psalm 100

(A psalm of thanksgiving)

“Shout with joy to the Lord, all the earth! Worship the Lord with gladness. Come before him, singing with joy. Acknowledge that the Lord is God! He made us, and we are his. We are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving; go into his courts with praise. Give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good. His unfailing love continues forever, and his faithfulness continues to each generation.”