Tag: My Story for His Glory


Workshop Attendees (Val is front row, 3rd from right)

Workshop Attendees (Val is front row, 3rd from right)

It was the name that caught my eye! I knew I was meant to attend the writer’s weekend retreat at the Good Shepherd Retreat overlooking Hartebeesportdam.  My memoirs “Bands of Gold” was started about 15 years ago but after two chapters and a prologue everything seemed to come to a halt and no more chapters could be written no matter how hard I tried. The anointing had lifted.  I learnt during the writer’s workshop that due to having professional assistance the style wasn’t “me”! It wasn’t MY voice!  I was wearing someone else’s second hand clothes. Since then I have been motivated to start my story all over again.  I am very grateful to Joan and Mandy for holding the workshop. At last the blockage has been lifted. One day when I am famous (ha, ha) they will get the credit for their obedience to the calling on their lives. Read More


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View of the Dam from the Retreat Centre

I thought writing was my dream. I was wrong. After spending about 5 years writing two novels and a children’s book, sending e mails to hundreds of agents and publishers, giving the books to friends to read, even I had to realize that I was not a writer. At least not a fiction writer.

Sure I can write sermons.   At a retreat about 13 years ago Rowan Rogers talked about unopened treasures packed away in boxes right beside us. An image came into my mind of a pair of golden lips and a golden pen.   As a result I became a Local Preacher in the Methodist Church where I was inducted in 2006 after two years of studying and practice.

My childrens book, “The Saddest Little Sugar Bowl in the World” was written particularly for children who were somehow “different”. I got a better response for that one but still nobody wanted to publish it. Finally I published 50 copies myself and then went from bookshop to bookshop trying to get somebody to sell them for me. I sold some at work but still have 20 copies left, lying abandoned in a pile. Read More