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“I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.”

Albert Einstein

 

Dear friend,

This is my last email for the year 2022.

This will be a very short email with the essentials I want to point out.

There are many wins I am very grateful for.

Wins includes:

1.      Two stories was included into books by Myra Lochner from Kreativ SA; 

2.      Another story was included in a charity project run by Ns. Skrywershuis. The owner, Nico Schamrel has done extraordinary things here and I am extremely proud to be included. ‘n Gebed vir 'n Boer is now available in paperback; 

3.      Another story is included in a book by Ink in Afrikaans; 

4.      A novella was read over Die Waarheid online radio;

5.      Two devotional books were published and compiled by Driekie Grobler;

6.      And, I began The KreativPreneurs Club Facebook group.

7.      Currently, I am busy to get things ready for the creative online course and workshops for next year. But more about that next year.

Diary entry from Qonchita Almaida, Excerpt from A Pirate's Wife.

 

 

December 25, 1623

It has been two years since our journey of survival began in Africa. Two years since I have written anything down in my diary, the only book I was able to save on that hopeless night of September 29, 1621.

But before I capture those terrible events, I want to pen down my love’s reaction to the estate we will be living in for the rest of our lives.

In the end it became possible for us to be together. The price was high but we have survived and I know with Cisco at my side I can face anything else.

As a Christmas gift I gave him full ownership of my estate. It has been handed down from generation to generation of Artiagas. I knew he would be the perfect land owner to continue the legacy my family started, and that my inheritance was safe.

When Rosa-Lee climbed on his lap to give him a big wet kiss he smiled down at her and gave her a bear hug. The last few days he had been extremely emotional. We both felt a deep compassion for him. I feel proud to know this man, my husband, Cisco Almaida. When I handed him the papers he was shocked. Disbelief shone clear in the blue depths of his eyes. He had the same expression when we first arrived two days ago.

He could not believe the large estate or the castle, built by my great-great-grandfather all those years ago.

When we arrived Cisco only stared at the estate, the manicured gardens and lawns only yellow due to the cold weather, and I had to encourage him to step into the castle as man of the house. This was more than he ever dreamed of. His mind was stunned and dumbfounded at the magnitude of the riches he faced.

I had told him about the place, to prepare him, but I knew he would only appreciate it fully when he saw it.

He stood in the enormous foyer of the castle and gaped in awe. The magnificent wooden staircase spiralled to the upper levels. The black and white marble tiles gleamed in the late sunlight. Fires were already laid all through the house, for which we were grateful. The staff had done a magnificent work in maintaining the place while we were gone.

He felt overwhelmed by it all until Rosa-Lee reached for his hand and walked with him to the parlour with its exquisite furniture, tapestries and golden framed paintings of past generations. She chattered nonstop, even if it was her first visit. But the difference was she is used to these riches and he was not.

After we settled in, he walked the estate over the next two days, and I showed him the inheritance. Surrounded with a rapid-flowing river with tree lines on both sides, the castle looked impressive, built out of stones and brick, standing three stories tall in the Portugal sun. Each room was filled with generations worth of treasures; heavy hand crafted furniture, art, and family portraits, tapestries bought in India, China, Spain and Africa, rich in colour, hung on the walls.

At first, he could not comprehend the papers, or his new title as land owner. He struggled for words this morning, but accepted the responsibilities as property owner. This was a difficult time for Portugal. The country was in a transitional phase and landowners were often unfair dictators. But I knew he was wise and would treat his people with respect and kindness. He would give them what was fair, distributing our wealth for the benefit of all.

Cisco is willing to learn. His good, kind heart draws people closer. Already he and Franco, the manager of the estate, have a close friendship. His first lesson was to learn to ride his horse, another present from Rosa-Lee. She was so excited when the horse was presented to him that she giggled with pure joy. His face lit up in childlike wonder at the powerfully-muscled black stallion. When he approached the animal the horse responded in like fashion. It took us a while to get him back in the house.

What a delight the day has been. Alfonso will leave soon on the ship Cisco received from the D.E.I.C. for his brave efforts during the last two years. Kayla and Derek will leave for their new home in Spain and the house will become ours alone. There are so many things I still want to show him. I can hardly wait.

But tonight I will give him his greatest gift when I reveal my pregnancy to him. I just know this will leave him speechless.

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My ma het hoë standaarde gehad en as kind het ek dit altyd gefaal. Sonder uitsondering. Of dit nou was om ʼn koek te bak, ʼn rok te maak of mense te groet. Ek was gewoonlik in die moeilikheid. My handelinge het haar nie aangestaan nie. Ek onthou ʼn gesprek tussen my ouers tydens een so ʼn geleentheid van mislukking toe hulle gepraat het van ʼn afrondingskool. Dit het natuurlik nooit gebeur nie en ek het die wêreld betree met die gedagte dat ek net nooit goed genoeg was nie.

Rondom standard 4 – of Graad 6 soos dit vandag bekend is, was ek gekys met ʼn outjie in my klas. Sy ma was ʼn baas bakster en kleremaker en het tot pakke klere vir hom en sy pa gemaak. Terug by die huis, na ʼn Sondagmiddagkuier, was ek vertel hoe ek my sokkies sal moet optrek as ek enigsins aan trou wil dink. Ek was elf jaar oud. Ek het geen benul gehad van liefde, trou, klere of kos maak nie, maar die aanmerking het sy merk gelaat. Die kys het nie gehou verby standard 5 nie, want ek was vrek bang.

Bang vir die skaal van mislukking.

Eers as huisvrou kon ek ontspan en leer om te kook en naaldwerk te doen. My ma was nie daar om oor my skouer te loer of te veroordeel nie. Ek het als myself geleer. Dankie Vader vir resepteboeke en patrone.

Ek was ʼn kranige konfytkoker, bakker en was lief vir brei en borduurwerk. Maar in my ouerhuis het ek geweier om te help, juis vir al die vergelykings en verwagtings wat op my geplaas was.

Hierdie vergelykings, gemeet met ander mense se standaarde, was ʼn bron van baie trane en verwerping tot diep in my grootmensjare. Ek het eers op vyftig geleer om my eie pad te stap, sonder die alewige opweging. Ek het vry gevoel om my passies uit te leef.

Die vergelykingsindroom het deurgeslaan in my verhouding met ander mense, by die kerk en ook in my enkelloopdae. As vrou was ek vertel ek het my kinders nie lief genoeg nie of dat ek my man nie genoeg stimuleer in die slaapkamer nie. Ek was vergelyk met medegelowiges. Die weegskaal het altyd na die verkeerde kant toe getrek, ongeag hoeveel keer ek probeer het om in te pas. Dit was ʼn aanhoudende geveg om aanvaarding. Die trane het dae lank sonder ophou gevloei daaroor.

Dit het gevoel God weeg my en ek is altyd verkeerd. Ek het gedink dit is onregverdig dat mense my so behandel en gou sou die trane omsit in bitterheid en woede.

Gedurende hierdie tye van selfbejammering het ek myself toegesluit en binne my huis rustigheid gekry. Ek is vandag nog so. Die geringste teenkanting veroorsaak dat ek die kamerdeur toe maak en my verdiep in skryf of lees.

Die enigste twee plekke waar ek die vryheid het sonder veroordeling, is by God en boeke. 

My hemelse Vader aanvaar my net soos ek is. Daar is geen vergelykings nie, geen kompetisies nie en geen verwerping nie. Wanneer Hy sê ek is lief vir jou, glo ek Hom. God is my bron en regverdigmaking. In Hom vind ek rus.

Romeine 8:1-2 (1983 vertaling): “Daar is dus nou geen veroordeling vir die wat in Christus Jesus is nie. Die wet van die Gees wat aan jou in Christus Jesus die lewe gee, het jou vrygemaak van die wet van sonde en dood.”

Is dit nie ʼn wonderlike skrifgedeelte nie?

Daar is dan geen veroordeling nie – lees dit ʼn paar keer. Vader se aanvaarding is baie beter as die mens sʼn. Of dit nou ʼn ouer is of ʼn sib wat jou onder veroordeling bring, Vader kom haal daardie gewig van jou skouers af. Ek en jy is vrygemaak van die sondige wet. Daardie wet wat ons weeg, ons veroordeel en verwerp. Toe ek dit die eerstemaal hoor – werklik hoor in 1992, het dit my lewe verander. Dit het my uitkyk verander en my sin gegee.

Het die seer nog gekom? Beslis ja. Maar ek het nou die wapen gehad om dit te oorwin.

Dit was ʼn gelydelike proses. Jy sien, aanvanklik glo ons nie die woorde nie. Die oomblik dat dit lewend word – rhema woord - dan staan ons op. Christus Jesus se opstandingskrag vloei deur ons are en ons leef dit.

Daarom help dit nie om dit net te lees nie. Jy moet dit inneem, en deel maak van jou. Plak dit vas teen enige kas waar jy dit daagliks kan sien. Memoriseer dit. Bid dit. Sê dit op. Leef dit.

Romeine 8 is ʼn goeie punt om te begin op die pad van regverdigmaking of herstel. Dit is die flits vir jou pad en gee jou ‘n vaste fondasie. Vers 10 lees: “Omdat Christus in julle is, gee die Gees aan julle die lewe op grond van God se vryspraak, hoewel die liggaam vir die dood bestem is as gevolg van die sonde.” Vers 11: “Omdat die Gees van Hom deur wie Jesus uit die dood opgewek is, in julle woon, sal Hy deur wie Christus uit die dood opgewek is, ook julle sterflike liggame lewend maak deur Sy Gees wat in julle woon.”

M.a.w. God maak dit wat in jou dood is lewend. Hy spuit dit in met goddelike suurstof en gee jou die krag om daardie gevoelens van: “ek is nie goed genoeg nie” te beveg. Dit hou jou staande en gee jou die rede om die lewe opnuut in die oë te kyk.

Is dit nie tyd om vry te kom van hierdie dooie punt in jou lewe nie?

Roep God aan en neem sy Woord ter harte.

 

Onthou: Jy is ʼn geseënde van die Here.

 

Lynelle Clark

Skakels van 'n Ketting

Dagstukkies: Laat die Woord jou skoon was

 

My grootword jare was gekenmerk deur twyfelagtige gedagtes van ‘wie is ek’, en waar hoort ek. Ek was ʼn baie onseker mens wat die heeltyd op soek was na stabiliteit. Baie van hierdie twyfel was gesetel in leuens wat ek geglo het. Leuens veroorsaak deur die ongevoeligheid van familielede. Dit was versterk deur die manier wat ek groot gemaak is, teenoor hoe my sibbe groot gemaak is.

My ouers was baie streng teenoor my. Vandag is ek dankbaar daaroor, maar daardie tyd het ek gedink hulle haat my.

Jaloesie was ʼn groot dryfveer wat ons vandag nog belemmer om ʼn goeie verhouding te hê. Die ouderdomsverskil het natuurlik ook by gedra tot die skeiding. Jare se troebelheid het die water brak gelaat en dit is met moeite wat die verhoudinge onderhou word.

My ouers is goeie mense en het my grootgemaak volgens hul onsekerhede, kennis en ervarings. Ek het nog altyd ʼn diepe dankbaarheid vir hulle, ongeag my gevoelens. Hulle voorbeeld en getrouheid een van my groot pilare waarop ek kon staan.

My ma het my geleer van dryfkrag en onvoorwaardelike liefde. My pa hoe om logies na ʼn situasie te kyk. Ek het die waarde van familie by hulle geleer. My liefde vir die land het ek van my pa gekry, asook liefde vir boeke. My Blog “Inspire to Read,” se leuse is: “Be inspired! Read Books.” Ek leef dit. Nie net omdat ek lief is vir lees nie, maar die voordele wat dit inhou.

Maar tog kon ek nooit die antwoord: wie is ek? Kry nie

My twyfelgedagtes het deurgeslaan in elke faset van my lewe. Van die mees onbenulligste dingetjies tot lewensbelangrike keuses was beïnvloed.

Ek het als bevraagteken, maar skugter gebly: elke keer wat ek spontaan opgetree het was ek in die bek geruk, wat veroorsaak het dat ek mense eenkant toe geskuif het en myself verloor het in boeke. Vandag is dit nogsteeds vir my moeilik om spontaan te wees.

Boeke was ʼn veilige hawe te midde van die onderstrominge wat in die huis en later in my eie lewe geheers het. Maar dit het my ook in verkeerde rigtings gestuur wat lank by my gespook het daarna.

My toekomsplanne moes plek maak vir verantwoordelikhede waarvoor ek nog nie reg was nie. Dit het ek uitgehaal op my gewese man deur woede-aanvalle en stilstuipe. Als het daaronder gelei.

In 1992 het ek tot bekering gekom en was die leuens vervang met waarheid. Dit het nie oornag gebeur nie. Soos wat ek gegroei het in die Woord, so het die waarheid deurgesyfer: ek was soos ʼn spons wat net gedrink het. Die Woord was soos vars water wat my denke, besluite en aksies beïnvloed het en kon ek elke onwaarheid verruil met waarheid.

Dit het tyd gevat om die leuens te vervang. Jare se bitterheid en seer moes afgeleer word en met nuwes vervang word. Dit het tyd gevat om werklik Vader se Woord as waarheid te glo, maar die oomblik wat dit gebeur het, het ek vry gevoel. Skoon; soos ʼn nuwe mens. Ek het tuis gekom.

 

Wat het ek geleer?

Leuens benadeel jou. Dit steel en ontmoedig jou van kosbare tyd.

Ek het toe gelaat dat die proses werk. Ek het toegelaat dat die Woord my was. Dit was nie maklik nie en soms was die proses pynlik maar ek het skoon gekom.

 

My boodskap aan jou:

Jou vryheid is duur gekoop. Laat toe dat Vader se woord jou ook was en dat waarheid die leuns vervang. Jy is dit aan jouself verskuldig.

Onthou: Jy is geseënd en hoogs bevoordeel deur ‘n Vader wat jou baie lief het.

 

Lynelle Clark

Skakels van 'n Ketting

 

 

Newsletter no 20: Collaborated Gratefulness

Dear friend,

"If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself." Henry Ford

This year is almost at an end.

It was a year of challenges, new experiences, and a deepening of my faith. Through it, I had discovered that I am stronger and more resilient than believed. I don’t think we appreciate that fact enough about ourselves.

Being resilient teaches us to endure with the goal in mind. To stay on course even when the ship is bounced around with raging winds against us and strong currents that threaten to pull us underneath the surface. Thank God for the anchor of hope that keeps us upright.

I've learned to look at the bigger picture than what I'm seeing right now. Once our eyes are fixed on the goal, no judgment or condemnation can touch us. Through my creativity, I have learned to be ignorant of the impossibilities and open for the changes it brings.

The year was filled with small surprises and wonders that became a beacon of hope. My pen (keyboard) diligently writing as more words are strung together. To complete stories, articles, and short stories for my blog and groups I belong to.

Through collaboration, I could add six more books to my growing list. I am extremely grateful for each of these blessings. I am humbled and deeply touched by each book that was published. Skakels van ‘n Ketting 1 & 2 are devotional books by Driekie Grobler. Kloof and ‘n Tiekie Romantiek are short stories and poems by Myra Lochner. Ink in Afrikaans is a short story bundle, and the sixth book is My Gebed vir ‘n Boer. All written in my native tongue.

My Gebed vir ‘n Boer Boek Twee can be ordered at Ns. Skrywershuis. It is a charity project for the families of murdered farmers in South Africa. A lot of work has been done to bring this to publication by Nico Schamrel. Anneline Kriel is the patron of this project. She was Ms Universe in 1974 and very active. A beautiful woman, strong and vigilant that we are all proud of.

Another wonder that happened was the reading of my short story, Verlore Gisters by Floris van Zyl on Die Waarheid online radio. It was written during a mini competition, Skryf jou Storie Facebook group.

To those on my list, if you are an Afrikaans speaking person, no matter where you live in this world, you can enter the competition here: Die Grootste Skryf Kompetisie. If you know an Afrikaans speaking person, share the link with them.

In this year I also began a new Facebook group: The KreativPreneur Club and I want to invite you to join. It is a holistic platform created for creatives to encourage and support one another.

I trust that 2022 was a good year for you and that your faith and hope have grown.

I want to bless you with part one of my book, Love at War, which you can download here:

Author’s Lead Magnet and the Introduction to Release Your Creativity.

Part of The KreativPreneur brand is to begin a new business and create new products. I have partnered with my daughter Odette and am excited about the new venture.

This was birthed when I was looking for a wedding gift for dear friends. I wanted it to be something exclusive and created the couple's journal. The rest was about making it workable, the step my daughter fulfills perfectly.

A great thank you to her for always supporting me in all I do.  

The Couples Journal, complete with flash cards for the newlyweds.

Each book is individually made and available in Afrikaans or English.

There are 52 x Flashcards in a separate box made from MDF wood.

The one in the picture is an A4 Landscape journal with 300 Pages, but it can be altered to fewer pages to accommodate your requirements or resized to an A5 book.

It is printed on personalised paper for an added touch with enough space to add pictures of the couple’s journey.

Email me at lynelleclark@gmail.com if you are interested in such a gift for a couple or for yourself.  

Do visit my store and sign up for my newsletter to keep up to date.

 

MY GEBED VIR ’N BOER TWEE – nou beskikbaar!

 

MY GEBED VIR ’N BOER TWEE – nou beskikbaar!

Ondersteun Ns. Liefdesdiens met die aankope van hierdie unieke boek en dra so by tot ons liefdadigheidsfonds.

Inkomste uit die verkope word aangewend om professionele traumaberading te bied aan slagoffers van plaasaanvalle.

Ons boere is die produsente van ons land en voorsien ons van kos op ons tafels. Kom ons help hulle wie hulp nodig het.

Elke boek word gedruk uit die verkoopprys en wins word dan aangewend vir ons goeie doel.

INHOUD Die boek bestaan uit ’n versameling pragtige kortverhale, ware verhale en vertellings, kosbare gedigte, gebede en stories oor onbekendes. Dit dek die hele Suid-Afrika met bekendes en onbekendes wat bydraes gelewer het. Die boek bevat ook broodresepte.

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PRYS R300.00 (sluit paxi posgeld in)

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HOE OM TE BESTEL

1. Dui aan hoeveel boeke.

2. Verstrek die adres van jou naaste Pep Stores in jou e-pos.

3. Verstrek jou selfoonnommer (jy ontvang ’n boodskap wanneer jou pakkie gereed is vir afhaling).

4. Heg jou bewys van betaling aan by jou e-pos.

5. Gebruik asb. net jou NAAM EN VAN as verwysing met elektroniese betaling.

NEEM KENNIS

1. Ons kan nie bestellings prosesseer as al die inligting, soos aangevra, nie verstrek word nie.

2. Enige bestellings na 10 Desember 2022 sal in Januarie 2023 versend word.

3. Ons kan nie verantwoordelik gehou word vir verlore versendings nie (Paxi is beslis die beste en ons het geen probleme in die verlede gehad nie).

4. Ons maak NET GEBRUIK VAN PAXI en NIE koerierdienste nie.

INDIEN JY MEER AS EEN BOEK BESTEL

1. Indien jy meer as een boek bestel en na een afleweringsadres gestuur word, betaal jy net R60 paxi en vir elke boek R240.00. Byvoorbeeld: 4 x boeke = R960 + R60 (paxi) = R1000.00. Meer as 5 boeke sal die aflewering R80.00 beloop.

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Entering a New Season

 

"Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance." — Yoko Ono

Change is never easy but it is necessary.

For us to enjoy the newness of this season, we have to make things easier. When we simplify, we create room to grow and we can receive new things the Father has in store for us. If we hold on to the old things, the new things have no place to fit.

The Bible says you cannot put new wine in an old wineskin, so you must make room to receive.

It is a careful balance; and if you do it correctly; it can take you into the new.

Last month, I joined the Kingdom Writers Conference where I was confronted with a good deal of new information and a fresh anointing that confirmed the cleansing change. I really had to rethink my strategy and rethink my Why and How. That, after I have set up a business plan to begin a platform for like-minded creatives.

I was in for a big surprise and had to really come to grips with this in order to accept and change or be stuck and become stagnant.

For starters, my website’s platform has changed, and the name has changed. This wasn’t an overnight change but a gradual change from WordPress to Blogger that had its own challenges. I will share all the new links in the next session.

But it comes down to simplicity and clarity. For myself and to my followers.

As a creative being, I have many outlets and each needs its own spotlight.

1. As a writer, a website is essential for sales and marketing. After all, we like to talk about books.
2. As a freelancer, I need a place to advertise my services.
3. As a reviewer and blogger, I like to talk about the books I have read.
4. A platform for like-minded people also needs a space.
5. And as a coach, I need a space to talk about the things/problems we face.

Quite a momentous task, but once everything is in place, it just needs to be maintained.

When I began I was overwhelmed and deflated, but now that the end is insight I feel lighter and more energised with the recent developments.

So, no matter how much we argue or kick against the changes in the long run, it is beneficial.

A river can only flow easily when it receives fresh water. And fresh water only comes from a source that is without debris and flow with ease.

May this season be a refreshing joy for you.

I bless you.

​You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen." — Ernest Hemingway

Beta Readers Wanted: Source of Joy by Lynelle Clark

 

 

Source of Joy is the first book in the Connection series.

The document is available in Google Docs. Just email me for the link at lynelleclark@gmail.com.

I try to add a chapter a day so any feedback will be appreciated.

So far it is a 90k draft.

Genre: multi-generational family saga, Christian fiction, romance, mystery, and adventure.

 Questions to consider throughout the storyline:

1. How realistic do you find the characters?

2. Is there any part within the story that's unclear?

3. Since I know little about America or ranch life in general, your input in any of these topics will be taken into consideration. I try to do as much research as possible, but it's possible to still miss something. This will help to make the story more believable.

4. Are the characters realistic and relatable?

5. Does the storyline have a good flow or are there areas that needs to be rewritten?

Chapter 1 - 3 

 

Synopsis:

Source of Joy is a story of love and loss that brings a few generations together in a mutual bond of understanding and faith. Following the path of less resistance, be faithful to one’s dreams and God’s word might be harder than they thought.

One woman’s quest to be reunited with her son has a snowball effect on all she encounters. Trapped in a loveless marriage, Simone Stevenson walks a road of unfulfilled dreams while she remains in the shadows of a foolish man. As soon as her son follows his dreams, she withdraws in a shell of propriety and becomes a puppet with a lonely existence.

When she tastes the freedom at the Calloway Ranch, she realised she cannot return to her old manner of life. Back in South Africa, danger meets her as John Stevenson's secrets threaten to surface. She learns to cope with this growing tension and spend much time against the mountains of Camps Bay for guidance. That her son is happy helps to ease the pain of separation and she waits patiently for her next move.  

Bending the rules to keep his secret, John Stevenson will stop at nothing. Even commit murder if that will keep his secret safe. Living a double life, he soon realises that he has choices to make.

Against his father’s wishes, James Stevenson ends up on a Montana Ranch where the owner and his son teach him about ranch life, horses, and the freedom to follow your dream. Only during her brief visit does he realise the price she pays to visit him, and it leaves him with more questions.

Tripp Calloway leads a quiet existence in the Montana valley nestled between mountains and rivers where peace reigns. He heads the ranch with a strict hand and brook no excuses while he allows his son the space to grow. It is only when he meets Simone Stevenson that he realises he wants more in life. He, too, is challenged with lies that threaten to derail him and has to set his longing for a family aside. But a promise from God helps him to remain faithful to his dream and take this momentary delay as part of his process.

Celeste Stevenson knows about Simone, but Simone doesn’t know about Celeste. With her family at risk, she stop at nothing to keep her secret from being discovered.

All the characters involved in the plot trust God for a breakthrough in their lives. Will they listen or will life take its course and ran wild through them? How will the decisions they make now affect their futures later? Will Simone’s dream be fulfilled, or will she remain married to a foolish man?

Tracy Marshall is the daughter of Ben Marshall, a neighbouring ranch owner, with a crush on James. When Tripp offers her a position at the Conway Ranch, it gives her time to get better acquainted with the South African. But the two lovers might not overcome the brother's interference.

Travis Calloway has trust issues since his mother left him at a very young age. Simone helps him to get over this distrust and introduce him to a woman who works in the local diner. After an enormous loss, he asks God for help and has to trust His guidance as he continues to find his way.

A young flight attendant ends up in Billings, Montana. A world foreign to her. With nothing left to do, Mindy Botha follows a woman she has met once in her life to an unknown destination. The divine intervention connects her with a man so perfect for her she follows him blindly. Will she be able to put her dreams aside and follow God’s direction instead?