I Did It - I've Moved to Substack

Faithful readers, I'm so grateful for you.

All these years, I've never stopped writing because I know we all need encouragement in some form or another. 

I've moved over to Substack, and I'd be so pleased if you'd join me there.

Here's the link - LifeNotesEncouragement by Nylse on Substack 

--Nylse

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My Prayer at This Time of the Year

This morning, someone close to me reached out to share what has been weighing them down. They’re living in a space of tension and have come to realize they can’t keep carrying it the same way. At its core, they’re in a phase of life focused on paying the bills and surviving day-to-day, yet feeling disconnected from the things that bring joy and a sense of purpose.

The struggle is about staying true to oneself; answering a God-given calling to create and to contribute something meaningful to the world, while also grappling with the realities of consistency and financial security. There’s an understanding of what money provides, but also an ongoing wrestling with what it costs.

This isn’t a unique struggle, though it is deeply personal.

There’s value in wrestling with these questions. It can lead to greater self-awareness: understanding who you are, how God has wired you, and what truly matters to you. At the same time, knowing

Still Here

I’ve missed you.

I briefly considered moving this blog to another platform, such as Substack or Medium, but I couldn’t quite get the technical details sorted out. So for now, I’m still here. 

Monday was my birthday, and what a year it has been.

We’re mostly settled into our new state of Georgia, and life feels more contented here. It’s not really about the state itself; it’s about proximity. Being closer to family and friends. Finding my people. That makes all the difference.

When Life Looks Messy

One summer, my mum decided to teach my sisters and me how to embroider. She thought it was a useful skill we needed in our arsenal, and it was something to remove any boredom we supposedly thought we had.

So, embroidery classes started at home during the hot summer. My mom bought white pillowcases, thread, and a pattern. The pattern showed us what we were trying to achieve, the thread was the right weight and color for the pattern, and the pillowcases were a blank canvas.

She then explained how each stitch produced a certain pattern;  satin, knot, and chain stitch are some that I remember. But there were many more. The thing with each of these stitches is that they produced a beautiful pattern on the right side of the pillow, but the underside was not so appealing. The underside is where you could correct mistakes without starting over. It's