The Principle of Weaning

“I feel like I’m being weaned!” were the words that spilt out of my mouth like water from a waterfall.

Almost like that time I cried myself to sleep and went into my daughters room in the middle of the night to find her in a leg cramp that had her reeling in pain. I pressed her foot upward toward her shin while she fought against the pain and defaulted to a point position. While I was trying to encourage her that I knew what I was doing the words “JUST> TRUST> ME!” spilt out of my mouth- as if the Holy Spirit was speaking to my heart through my own mouth in a night of confusion and despair.

Here I was again, speaking words that were more a message to get my attention from an Supernatural place. I started entertaining the thought that there was something more significant going on than just an initiating of a business in the birthplace of my re-entry back into the Western hospitality industry.

Feeling like I was being weaned, came about because my first job for my new business was situated in the very kitchen I had started serving two years earlier as a volunteer- the 7th of March 2017. It was a volunteer position that would eventually lead the way to the job that I had left to start my business. That date was significant yet it was not by choice but by “chance” (that someone happened to be having a bridal shower that day) that I ended up there two years later, self-employed with no guarantee of future income. Just a step out on a nudge that this was the right direction to go.

Weaning meant that I was still able to sit in the familiar, while trying to navigate the new. I was surrounded by people who made this transition safe and spaces that would accomodate my desire to know something by experience. It was all there for me, yet it was still a step away from where I was.

Have you ever felt like you were being weaned? Or like a season of transition was taking far longer than you anticipated?

I looked back over all my major life experiences and realised that there were plenty of examples where transitional periods took two years. From the time I met my children’s father to the time we were married was exactly two years. The time I stepped into a Baptist Church to the time I got up and walked at the invitation to know Jesus as my Saviour was two years. Same period of time filled the gap between the time I stepped into a Pentecostal church and attended their Baptism of the Spirit night. More recently, it was two years from the time we arrived in Sydney to stay with my mum that she decided she would move away to New Zealand- a lot more prematurely than I had expected but somehow in sync with this new revelation.

I asked the Lord what the significance was and He reminded me that two years was the period of time a Hebrew mother would nurse her infant before they were weaned. Once the child had been attached to the breast for that period, the weaning would introduce them to real food so that by the time they were three or four, they could stand on their own. This was a celebrated occasion as the child would pass the most crucial phase of their formation.

Breastfeeding mothers can all attest to the fact that weaning is not an easy process. Unless your baby is introduced to a bottle from an early stage of their development, pulling them away from the skin of their mother and replacing that with a plastic device, a cup or spoon, requires persistence and a strong resolve! There’s something about the familiarity of a mother’s breast that fastens that baby to the soothing source of nourishment and comfort. Who would want to leave that kind of provision?!

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Many mothers give up – delaying the process for years- exposing their breasts to the world as their toddler starts demanding milk on tap at any given time of day and at any location. They give up the temporary pain of hearing their child cry for the long term agony of having a child dependant on their body.

But weaning is necessary for the growth and development of any child. It’s also an important discipline for the mother as she establishes a life long pattern of letting the boundary lines between her and her baby grow further and further apart. Children develop into adults and adults need to understand the value of responsibility and honour.

In life, we go through certain stages within the seasons of our existence, where infancy comes back into play. Infancy defined as the early stage of growth or development of something. Whether it is starting a new job, going to a new country, getting into a new relationship, or starting a new business. Each new thing that comes into your life, will often feel overwhelming and create within you a sense of anxiety as you feel the pulling away of the way it used to be. The effects of change and transition can have you feeling edgy, (not knowing what the future holds) anxious and feeling disengaged. But all of these feelings are a natural consequence of weaning.

The Psalmist in this passage seemed to have mastered this transitional phase- perhaps his state of contentment in the present and the small tasks of daily life had something to do with it…

My heart is not proud, Lord,
    my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
    or things too wonderful for me.
But I have calmed and quieted myself,
    I am like a weaned child with its mother;
    like a weaned child I am content.
Psalm 131:1-2

Contentment is a state of mind that often leaves us singing the Psalm of David, The Lord is my Shepherd, I LACK NOTHING. Clinging to a form of outward supply, can overwhelm our hearts to a point where we lack the awareness of our Inner supply. But once we have been weaned off the external suppliers, we can solemnly say, we lack nothing. There is a breaking away from our dependance on knowing, on concerning ourselves with things that are too big for our human minds to comprehend, and an aligning of souls with the One who knows our inmost being.

I have been going through this journey over the last year of being weaned off outward suppliers…suppliers of emotional and psychological support, financial income, spiritual scaffolding, but in the process have learnt to have this inner calm and a quietened spirit. I have learnt to be content with what I have, and that wasn’t always easy and it definitely wasn’t natural. It was a spiritual awakening that took incremental steps to evoke within me this sense of completeness.

It came to a point where I had to get down on my face in my bedroom and confess my discontentment and understand my place in Him. That in Him, all that I have within me is enough.

I am enough.

So I can be content.

He holds me now.

And with that, I can grow at another level.

Be warned, you will be weaned, but you’re going to be okay. The fact that you are leaving the old, means that you are stronger now. You are in another zone, achieving new heights of being and creating new levels on which your life can exist upon. Remember- What you have within you, is all you ever need. xx


Mental Health Awareness Month: My personal story of recovery

My Mental Health Recovery Story

Mental Illness is a label that is becoming more common to talk about in the society we live. But in the world where I was raised, amongst the working-class of Auckland, New Zealand in the 80s and 90s, it carried a lot of negative stigma.

My father was diagnosed with Manic Depression (now labelled Bipolar disorder) just a few months before I made my way into his world. I grew up in an environment that was determined by the mental state of this man, who exemplified symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia and showed little positive affirmation towards our family. There were frequent seasons when we would spend days going to visit him in mental institutions and always carried the shame of that into our schools and churches.

With that frame of reference for what mental illness looked like, it wasn’t until I was alone in a café with a woman visiting from the States (a woman I knew I would never see again) that I confessed my own struggle with depression. I had this underlying sense of sadness about where my life was at that time. The relationship I had just committed to the year prior to her arrival to New Zealand, was not what I had dreamed it would be. It was laced with an unspoken, misunderstood struggle with addiction and codependency. There were holes in my wall that were hidden like the abuse that would go on in my home for years.

Her approach to my confession exuded love and grace. There was no shame, no condemnation and no advice given. All she gave was a listening ear and an empathic understanding. She made me see the positive features of the compassionate heart I carried and how that heart gave me a propensity to experience feelings of sadness.

Two years later, I was about to deliver twin baby girls. As a planner, I had prepared their room, updated our family budget, bought a new car and booked our house to be painted while I was in hospital. Everything was set in my mind about how it was going to be on my return, knowing that things would change but confident that I was prepared for the adjustments I would need to make. As usual, I had high expectations of how that would all pan out.

However, the day after I gave birth to these two beautiful babies who created in me a new feeling of inadequacy, I wondered how I could manage both of them at one time. I was twenty-two years old with a strong-willed three-year-old son and a husband who had been involved in some suspicious activity over the last year. The day after I gave birth, he came to visit us and admitted to me that he had lost his job. Not only did he lose his job, but he admitted that he was taken into the police cells the day before their birth and was having to face charges in court.

My whole world felt like it flipped upside down and I was hanging on by a thread.

With this news that threw me into the deep waters of disillusionment, I found myself back in a state of depression. Yet, because of my history of dealing with mental illness, I kept that knowledge to myself. It carried shame as a daughter of a mentally ill man and it carried guilt as Christian trying to navigate my way through religion and relationship.

A year later as I noticed a change in my normal social activity, had shifted the places I went to in my mind for solace and as I struggled at some points with the idea of ending my life, I watched a program on TV that opened my eyes. This Breakfast show was talking about the subject of Postnatal Depression. As the host went on to describe the symptoms of this disorder of types, I resonated with most of what she described. It put a name to what I had been experiencing for the past year and I was finally able to see a way out.

Fast forward four and a half years and once again I was in a new city, birthing my fifth baby without any family support around me. I was twenty-seven now and had four babies under five years old. I had to juggle my preschoolers and tend to the needs of my eldest son. One night while doing ordinary household chores, I found myself crying uncontrollably and I realized that I was again going down the slippery slope of depression.

My children in 2005.

With the knowledge of what PND is, I flagged it with my nurse and told her what was going on at home. I didn’t want to waste a whole year again, living under the cloud of depression so I wanted to get help. Thankfully at that time, there was a post-natal depression support group going on in that little town at that time. Once a week, I got to spend time with other women who were experiencing similar emotional and psychological struggles, relieving myself of any guilt or shame this breakdown was wanting to bring.

We sat under the care and teaching of one woman who had been through PND herself and wanted to help us get through this season of having a new born and not knowing what to do. She took us through a series of lessons about the downward spiral of depression, the effects on our brain and the ways we can rise above it. I was given access to a free babysitting service where I could just get out of the house and go and have coffee with my friends. I learnt the importance of exercise and getting out of bed even when I didn’t feel like it.

The things that I applied to my own recovery and have put in place to maintain my mental wellbeing over the last few years, boil down to these three points:

I call them “the Three S’s of Sanity”

  1. Sleep. Getting a good sleep gives me the mental capacity to withstand the demands of the day. If I’ve slept well, I have the cognitive function to navigate my way through relationship confrontation, unmet expectations and normal daily upheavals. Even if I don’t sleep well in the night, I will make space in the day for a twenty to thirty minute power nap. That allows me to focus and enjoy the rest of the day.
  2. Self-Care. Looking after me had taken the back burner for so long until I realized that I needed to look after me so I could look after others well. Little things like hot baths or bush walks, or big things like massages and time out with friends at the movies, all became common place in my weekly routine. From that place of feeling valued and loved, I was then able to love those around me.
  3. Support systems. Living away from family support (as I have done for a quarter of my adult and parenting life) has made it even more important to be a part of a community that supports me. Right now, I’m a single mother with four teenagers, so having friends I can call on to vent, counsellors around I can debrief situations with and a place I can give back to the community have all been important. I went through a journey of holistic recovery after my marriage break-up so helping others to get through their own break-ups has been part of my healing as well.

Struggling with mental illness doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world and it certainly doesn’t disqualify you from being able to help others. You become a greater advocate for change when you start to see change in yourself. People in a season where mental illness is trying to knock them out, need to know that change is possible. Choose change for you and others will have hope for a better day by witnessing your life!


The Significance of Three Years: My Personal Life Update

I’m sitting in my room in the North West of Sydney on this warm spring night and I have finally gotten a chance to write. I’ve been wanting to write for so long but haven’t quite known where to begin. When we arrived in Sydney three years ago, I took some time out to go up to the Central Coast for a conference with a church called HopeUC and I was full of questions and full of heartache- still in a cycle of grief that I thought I had processed through already. Yet another wave hit me and I was confronted with the fact that this new season I was in, was going to take some unravelling and some restoring. That conference began the journey of answers. Answers started to fill the gaps that my questions had left, and to this day, I still see answers being written while new questions are being formed. 

This week we celebrated my twin daughters’ graduation and my eldest son, Jamal surprised us all by flying over to join in for the celebrations. In the middle of his visit (which was full of questions and reverberating answers) we went to visit an Ethiopian friend I have made here from Hillsong Church (a church that has brought us layers of healing and restoration). But while we were eating her delicious food, one of the men from the Ethiopian congregation I preached at during our visit in 2015, arrived with his sister to also enjoy some lunch. In the middle of our conversation he asked me “how’s your husband?” 

I haven’t been asked that in a long time. It’s been over a year now since we have officially been divorced but it also made me think about the many who may be still be wondering how its all gone. Well, I smiled at him and politely filled him in on the fact that I was now divorced and had come here to live with my mum and be restored. And restored we have been- so much so that he complimented me at the end and told me how strong I was and how I haven’t changed- my zeal for God and His mission is just the same, if not, stronger. 

Over the last three years, my children and I have been on a journey of restoration and reconciliation.

“Reconciliation is bringing again into unity, harmony, or agreement what has been alienated.”J. Hastings, ed., art. “Reconciliation,” A Dictionary of the Bible (1902), IV, 204-207

“Restoration is the action of returning something to a former owner, place, or condition.” Oxford Dictionary

When I think of the holistic work that God has done in our lives over the last three years, these two words sum them up. My dignity, destiny and designed purpose has been restored and my relationship with my children is being reconciled while so are many others. I love my children and am so proud of how far they have come. We have done the hard work that restoration requires and it hasn’t been easy. There has been a lot of shaking off of old mindsets and creating new boundaries and belief systems but in the process we have grown together. 

Three years is significant in that, Jesus spent three years doing ministry with his disciples before He died and sent them out; three years is how long it takes to achieve a degree in most university settings and three years are the most important formative years in a child’s life. In these three examples we see that three years sets the platform for the rest of a ministry, vocation and life. While the girls graduated from High School and are about to set out into the big wide world of opportunities that lay ahead, I also feel like we as a family have graduated from our school of Sydney, being self-sustainable and the battle for restoration. Selah. 

So, what’s next? 

I’m glad you asked. 

When I departed Ethiopia, we left a lot behind, but what I did carry in my heart was a vision. It was a vision I thought I would outwork in Ethiopia, but over the last three years, as the vision has been added to and refined, I have finally accepted the fact that this is a global vision and Sydney will be the base for where it launches. 

In Sydney, while I have been on this journey of recovery from a life that was often dictated by addiction and abuse, I have come across many great organisations working at grass-roots levels to meet the changing needs of the community. Anxiety and depression are huge here in Sydney and so are isolation and disconnectedness. This year, I started to write more about what this vision was and from that, my second book is being formed. The book is called “Beauty for Ashes: a holistic model for restoration and community development.”

This model is the vision and I am about to launch it this coming “Giving Tuesday” on the 2nd of December. I have started a sole trader business which is really a social enterprise that is all about “Connecting communities to a cause.” The greater vision is to “see a movement of People championing a cause that is greater than themselves and working together to support them through a holistic model of development.” 

This holistic model is based on Isaiah 61. I’m super passionate about this model because God has spoken to me through my own journey of restoration, that He cares about every aspect of our lives: spiritually, financially, socially, vocationally, physically, psychologically and He wants us to enter into His rest. In working with communities to support them financially, or offer vocational training for them, if we neglect to support them holistically, especially when those communities have been affected by unresolved trauma, then we are setting them up to fail. 

This is my story of Beauty for Ashes. The ashes that we left behind in Ethiopia as my marriage disintegrated, our lives seem to come under fire and the enemy set out to destroy us, God brought something beautiful out of it. He brought me to a place of understanding a life lived by one who has experienced trauma, betrayal, abuse, rejection and abandonment so that I could relate to others. And it all sounds sad, but Jesus also went through everyone of those feelings. “He is despised and rejected by men, A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.” (Isaiah 53:3) He was only allowed the grace of being “acquainted with grief” because He lived through it Himself. 

The doors and hearts, my shared experience has opened, has far outweighed the pain those experiences brought. I now serve with the  women in the 180TC program at Hillsong Church, as a host and as a bible study and cooking teacher. These girls have heard parts of my story and they feel safe to open up to me. I know what they are thinking because I have thought the same things but have come through it. I’ve been blessed to have amazing counsellors who have understood my journey and helped me to navigate my way through it. I was blessed to have my mum here to help connect us in for the first two years and financially back us up in that season where our healing and restoration were critical parts of our reintegration back into western society. I have been blessed to be a blessing and I have no regrets about the path that I have been able to journey through. 

B4A Collective (a subsidiary of my consultancy business) is being birthed out of that blessed place. I want to invite you to join me on this journey of helping others to do the same. All will be revealed over the next couple of months as to what exactly this is all about. To keep updated, subscribe by clicking on this form, filling it out and submitting it so I can send you my newsletter. 
All I can say is that the best is definitely yet to come. I have bright hopes for our future and am excited about what God is going to do! 

If you want to purchase my ebook online, you can do so Here

Please feel free to email me back with any questions or comments. 

Blessings and love from Sydney, Michelle Zombos- mother to five of the most amazing human beings on the planet.


Holding Ambiguity in the Midst of Uncertainty


The quality of being open to more than one interpretation; inexactness.

synonyms:ambivalence, equivocation;

“I just want to know, was I right or wrong?”

“You just need to learn to hold ambiguity.” Replied my counsellor.

I was confused about this whole two year journey I had been on where I had assumed I knew what the outcome was going to be and convinced myself (despite obvious evidence that was contrary to what I believed) that it was going to play out the way I had envisioned it in my head. So safe and secure was this little dream in my head that I had built a case and circumstantial evidence that defended my case down to the most minuscule detail. Little room had I given, to the possibility that I was “wrong”.

To be honest, I didn’t even know what that meant to “hold ambiguity” and I didn’t know how to do it, but I could tell from her body language that it was going to be something that this stubborn heart was going to have to yield to. So I took up her challenge and became a student of this learned art. Held in suspense around a situation that made no sense to me, I had to learn to be okay with the not knowing. It messed with my head and challenged my ideals…and Lord knows, I have high ideals. Yet I was forced to release my attachment to a desired outcome and undergo a huge awakening. So in the process, I wrote a poem:

Its not easy to hold ambivalence
And to burn in deep suspense
But when fear starts to accuse you
Jesus comes to your defence
For ambiguity, it beckons
For a solid sense of trust
But the unknown is still known
By the God who fashioned us
And in His wisdom and His Grace
He left the known beyond our reach
So that in the waiting seasons
New lessons He could teach

We do not want you to become lazy, but to imitate those who through faith and patience inherit what has been promised.

Hebrews 6:12

When you are waiting for a promise, a measure of patience needs to be added to your faith. Patience, while it is a fruit of the spirit, is not one that is produced easily- you can’t be lazy about it. Patience means you actually have to do the work to keep you from rushing ahead of what God is going to give you in His time. Patience means that you have to live in the limbo between the vision and the fulfilment of the vision and in that space, your character will be tested. In that space, you can find your old default settings and addictions tempting you to soothe the pain in the wait. To give our minds and our hearts permissions to be suspended in this air, with no tangible reality in which to cling, allows freedom for our eyes to be fixed on, and our souls to be anchored in Jesus. His way of escape is found in running to Him when we’re tempted to numb our pain in superficial ways. Waiting is inevitable but patience is a choice.

To give our minds and our hearts permission to be suspended in thin air, with no tangible reality in which to cling, allows freedom for our eyes to be fixed on, and our souls to be anchored in Jesus.

This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through the curtain into God’s inner sanctuary. (Hebrews 6:19)

As human beings, we have an innate desire for power and control. Its built within the hardwiring of our brain so that, at its maximum potential, it is utilised to operate our spiritual inheritance for self-control. However, when we can’t control our circumstances and are left in the waiting season of our lives, there are three things to remember:

  1. Know Yourself. What motivates you to want to know and activate what you desire? Take a SWOT analysis of yourself and decipher whether or not your motivations are healthy or stem from a history of fear and trauma. What are your strengths? If you’re like me and your strengths are about knowing the vision and strategising a way to work it out, then this ambiguity thing will mess with your head. But Jesus knew this even when He was leaving His disciples in a confused state when they thought He was going to take over the Roman Empire and set them free. When things didn’t turn out the way they had envisioned and He came back FROM THE DEAD, some of them still doubted!! But He said to them in Acts 1:7 “It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority.” Ouch! God has the final authority on all things, and even when we don’t understand, we have to remember that He knows all. Be kind to yourself in the process, and breathe in the spaces where anxiety tries to dictate your season of ambiguity.
  2. Know Your season. “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:” Ecclesiastes 3:1 Waiting is just a season. Not knowing, is just a season. So while you’re waiting for one thing, look around to what the delay of that thing is making way for. Utilise this season to maximise your next. If you’re waiting for that life partner to join you on your journey (ie. your single and are waiting for the right person), do the things that you wouldn’t be able to do when you are married. Once you’re married, you don’t get a break from it! If you’re waiting to be a parent- there isn’t a holiday break from parenting- it’s a constant responsibility that you have to carry, yet it too, takes on different seasons. Embrace the season you are in and capitalise on it. Do the thing that will make you a better candidate for the next season. If you’re believing for a promised position at your job, go and do some professional development courses; if you’re wanting to travel the world, get your health up to a standard that will facilitate the travelling life; if you’re believing for the child you’re waiting to come out of addiction, get involved with others who are helping people who are working in that field so that you know how to handle your child when they are going through recovery.
  3. Know Your God. He is patiently working on your behalf. He loves you and wants the best for you. He’s not working against you in this season but working all things together for you. He’s a good Father watching you navigate the road you are on. He watches you like a daddy watches his child try to start walking. He sees your heart to explore your options and test out the waters of your life. He doesn’t cringe at your decisions but more likely smiles down and watches you correct yourself in the process. He’s not the god of the right and wrong. He’s the God of Light and Love. Darkness is His enemy, and our enemy, NOT being wrong as wrong is subjective. Anything that we don’t understand, He is able to turn around. My mum recently bought a journal and she shared a quote on it that perfectly fits this situation: When we have a situation we feel is “wrong” we can “Give it to God and let God make it right.” He is a God full of grace and mercy and He ” works all things together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose”. Romans 8:28. He loves our faith and is pleased by it, even if the result we were expecting was not as we had planned.

Give it to God and let God make it right – Joyce Meyer

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Walking in the Wilderness: Celebrating Three Years of Freedom

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Three years ago this week, I was let loose. In my own struggle for authenticity and transparency, God made a way for me to live in complete relationship with Him as my husband and my best friend. He became my road map for the path I didn’t know I could walk. In that journey, I was set free from putting up an image and I was empowered to unveil the life of addiction that held me ransom for so long. Jesus paid the ransom by valuing my life above the marriage that had kept me bound.

I went on a journey with my children to rewrite the template of our home. We made intentional efforts to recreate the culture of our family and the main value I wanted to install was Integrity. I wanted the life we lived at home to be the life that everyone saw on the outside because for so long, what went on behind closed doors didn’t align with the what you saw in the pictures.

We are still on that journey but we have come so far- no longer hiding away in secrecy, but living out in authenticity and finding the balance between vulnerability and disclosure. I wrote some lines into my phone in the beginning of that journey that would then be put into my book. It spoke to the desire of my heart and the pieces of my value system that I wanted to strengthen in myself and in the world I would create for those around me. They were words I believed, Heaven breathed into my spirit for me to share with the world…

“Religiousness causes us to worry more about the image people have of us, and so, our devotion to God becomes more behaviour-oriented (keeping the law) than heart-focused (being connected to the Holy Spirit so we can produce His fruit in our lives). Once we believe we have “attained” the goal of “righteousness,” we become self-righteous, conceited like the Pharisees, diminishing the position of other people before God because their performance isn’t as good as ours. Performance-based religiosity is not the heart of God. His heart for ours is to experience transformation; our lives changed as a result of the inner exchange in His presence.

When we have an obligation to an image or an ideal that takes priority over the obligation we have to cultivate our own self-worth, we will get lost in the pursuit, self-sabotaging our ability to know who we really are.

The Bible tells us time and again not to make idols or set up images for ourselves (Leviticus 26:1). What if the image we are setting up is a façade of ourselves? We bow to this image rather than to the God who created us. God is all about restoring His image in us, for in that place, we find freedom. Religiousness quenches the Holy Spirit that exists to bring us freedom. (2 Cor 3:17)” (An exert from Into the Garden)

In a world that is all about the image we portray to others, let us NOT bow to it but rather to the God who created us to be made whole as He sees us. I come across many people who are set about living a life that is second best to what God has for them because they want to put up a front and don’t want to deal with what’s going on deep down inside of them.

“My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.God uses broken vessels. God won’t despise.” Psalm 51:7

God is not just NOT AFRAID of our brokenness, He is not ASHAMED of it- He doesn’t despise it, He WANTS it! He sees it as a sacrifice because He understands that it will give HIM the opportunity to heal it. We can’t live a life, unwilling to admit our brokenness and our addictions, our sin and our shame and expect good results. Its only when we are vulnerable before God and openly towards man (as David wrote this for all to see), that we can truely find our identity and calling in our Creator.

My challenge to you today is: Don’t put up an image of how you want your life to be, live a life that brings about the best image of God in you. He’s not about image. He’s about relationship. And when we live in an intimate relationship with Jesus, we start to glow with a light that shines from within. He is the Light of the World. The best lighting you can have for those images you put up for all to see, is not an external light, but an internal Light that shines from a place of security in knowing Whose you are.

For more on this subject, you can read my book! Right now its online as an ebook. The hard copy is still to be released.