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let me be a woman

go and work,
go off and play,
don’t waste your days to stay …
the world is at your feet
so “go and take it” they will say.

yet I will stand,
and as I wait
for the tears to touch my face,
they’ll think I’m weak,
fall to my knees to speak,
“let me be a woman”.

be vivacious,
make a scene,
nothing’s worth more than living your dreams …
the world is on your doorstep
so “go and take it” they will say.

yet I will remain,
and as I do,
crying to Him and crying for you,
they’ll think I’m weak,
fall to my knees to speak,
“let me be a woman”.

just be yourself,
just be true,
your emotions are your greatest cues …
the world was created just for you
so “go and take it” they will say.

yet I will fight,
and as I slay,
the lies of demons run away.
but they’ll think I’m weak,
fall to my knees to speak,
“let me be a woman”.

don’t need no man,
they’re good for nothing,
why submit or clean up something … ?
the world is run by us
so “go and take it” they will say.

yet I will serve,
as I rejoice,
in the men of honour who’ve made the choice.
they’ll think I’m weak,
fall to my knees to speak,
“let me be a woman”.

take control,
take the lead,
let no one make you obsolete …
the world is wasting away beneath your feet
so “go and take it” they will say.

yet I will refrain,
as I edify,
my brothers who all live to die.
they’ll think I’m weak,
fall to my knees to speak,
“let me be a woman”.

my dear, be humble,
be brave and kind,
we weren’t created to walk our own line …
His world is one of great design
so “go and embrace it” I will say.

one day I’ll hold you
in my arms,
the sweetest gift
of sweeter charms,
and pray against the greatest harms,
“Lord let her be a woman”

don’t listen to what the world will say,
they take what they want and throw the rest away,
but I will fight for your heart till my dying day
“Lord let her be a woman”.

yes we’ll be strong,
as we sing,
of better days and our Heavenly King …
but they’ll think we’re weak,
fall to our knees and speak,
“let us be women”.


faithful, all the same

I do not know your story,
I barely know your name,
yet I can say with certainty
you were faithful all the same.

you loved someone who left you
only a penny to your name,
yet you found hope through darkness,
you were faithful all the same.

you fought the blows of strangers,
they called you out by name,
yet you spoke words of tenderness,
you were faithful all the same.

you held your children near,
huddled prayers “in Jesus’ name”,
yet when you cried neath skies of gray
you were faithful all the same.

you loved someone who found you,
with you they shared their name,
yet through tears the sun did shine,
you were faithful all the same.

you do not know my story,
you barely know my name,
yet all the while you’ve taught me
He is faithful, all the same.


new beginnings

I have contemplated a lot about blogging again.

Our world, well it feels so very divided, so very desperate, and so very depressed. There is a lot of noise going on outside: shouts of anger, tears of painful sadness, voices of confusion, and screaming thoughts of anxiety. These sounds, they ring loud and clear, and yet people still seem to be one hundred percent lost and looking for something else. Something better. Something that is truly good.

I do not merely want to add to that noise, and so I hope instead that this place might be a little different.

I am but one person, who has lived one life, and who serves one God. I am no expert, no influencer, no professional, no everything or everyone, I am just one.

And I hope that when you come to this place, you too can feel like it is a place for just one. For you, and for me, and for those you love.

A place where everything feels a little quieter. Where the noisiness can be drowned out by the peace of a river that flows so near to you. Where troubles seem a little less scary, and hope feels a little more tangible.

A place to heal from deep wounds. A place to remember what it’s like to watch the raindrops race down the window in the backseat of the car at nighttime, illuminated by the lamp-posts and traffic lights. A place to laugh about the silliness of the human experience. A place to reflect and reminisce. A place that might even feel like home at times, in its own way.

I don’t really have rules or an agenda, no point to push, but just a desire to write and see where it takes me, and where it might also take you.

Here I hope you will find words that boast the fragrance of thoughtfulness and creativity, with a hint of nostalgia, longing, and reflection.

Here I hope you begin to understand yourself and understand others a little more with each line, each phrase, each idea. That you might begin to see how we are all very much connected and affected by each other, and very much able to change the path we are headed down by the most glorious gift of grace.

And lastly, it is here that I hope you might meet someone, someone who sees you, knows you, and loves you. Who holds every tear in a bottle made just for you. Who knows every strand of hair that flutters in the breeze upon your head. Who I can only imagine has the absolute kindest eyes in the entirety of the world’s history of eyes. Maybe you have already met this person, this lover of our souls, and maybe it is your first time, but no matter, I hope you see him more clearly than ever.

May my writing be an echo of love and a humble beacon of light, from him to you.

Love, Courtney.


superman’s not coming

To my dear darling future daughter(s),

I’m desperately sorry that it has come down to this. It pains me to deliver a message that begins with nothing but death. The death of what may seem like life. But unless I share this with you sooner, it will only haunt you later, because you will have believed a lie and I will have failed you as a loving parent.

The truth of the matter is this …

Superman’s not coming.

I don’t mean not today. Or tomorrow. Or maybe next week. He’s not too busy for you, or caught up in greater importances around the world. But he’s just not ever coming.

For all those times that you will fall and scrape your knees on the harsh gravel of our world, he won’t dash around the corner to dust you off and patch you up. He can’t airlift you to a hospital emergency room by his graceful un-human-like strength or prevent you from derailing your train as you hurtle down the tracks of life. Superman’s not coming.

When you fail once again, miserably (because you will, but it’s okay, I still love you) and the walls around you begin to crumble and disintegrate before your eyes and you can’t seem to shake the thought it will never end … he won’t arrive unannounced to rebuild the ruins of despair and destruction; hopelessness will certainly prevail. He doesn’t have the blueprint for success tucked away in his back-pocket. Superman’s not coming.

When a boy, and I pray sincerely there will be few, or maybe even none to whisk you astray for even a moment… But when or if a boy breaks your heart, when a guy aimlessly and immaturely convinces you that he could be like superman, fight your battles and save the day – even though he is incapable of having the wisdom to understand that he cannot afford your worth, let alone be grand beyond belief – the embrace of solid steel will not surround you. The so-called superhero can’t send the guy off flying into the depths of the universe, nor repair the tattered stitches you so sweetly and innocently tried to sew to mend the heartache because you simply believed that boy would be different. He can’t even buy you ice-cream or hold your hand and cry with you, as if his magic would somehow subside the pain. Superman’s not coming.

And darling, I’m not lying when I say that I am honestly crying right now in this moment, writing this to you. Because I’m hurt too. Right now, there is an awful pain in my chest, a heavy weight of utter sadness, laced with the chemicals of opportunities missed and messed up. Things I hoped I’d have that may never be anymore. Things I poured my heart into – how fickle and naive of a heart I have – that are not to be mine. There is a set of books I wish could go up in flames that hold a key to my misfortunes – as though the warmth of those flames might produce a light to sustain my soul. But alas, Superman’s not coming.

But don’t lose hope.

For I know the one who is.

Don’t lose hope when you’re swimming in a sea of joylessness or washed away by the trials of unprecedented circumstances. When you feel like you might drown, continue to tread the unknown waters. Whatever you do, don’t lose hope. For He is coming.

Don’t give in when sin comes knocking on the door of your mind and you feel the strength seeping out of you through every inch of your fragile skin and you don’t think you can fight the good fight anymore. Whatever you do, don’t give in. For He is coming.

Don’t let go when you look down at your hands and see the dirty uprooted mess you thought was your heart, and wonder how anyone could ever desire to repair it, care for it, nurture it and replant it so that it might thrive again. Whatever you do, don’t let go. For He is coming.

“… To him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood and made us a kingdom, priests to his God and Father, to him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen. Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”” [revelation 1:5-8]

My sweet girl, Superman isn’t coming.

But Jesus Christ has been and will come again. It is in Him we can hope, all the days of our lives. He will never leave us or forsake us. He will never desert us in our weakness. But in and through our weaknesses, He will make us strong. He bears the weight of our piercing transgressions and comforts our weary souls. He paid the price for our sins with the bright red and blameless blood that pumped through His veins on earth. It is by grace that we are saved, through faith and repentance, and called sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.

I am glad that Superman isn’t coming for you or for me. For I do not wish to be saved only in this life. Temporarily. Lacking everlasting purpose.

But the Lord our God will hold us fast for eternity, and we must cling to Christ till He returns. He is our joy, our strength, our peace, our song. And I will fight hand-in-hand with you to bring Him glory, feeble efforts and all.

In Christ alone,

Your future mother who hopes to wait on the Lord every day and in every way.

Courtney Alicia


you can’t do everything a boy can do.

To my future daughters (sons, you could learn from this too),

A boy will never be what you will be.

A boy will never be a Wife. Dressed in brilliant white, gliding down the walkway of a pristine chapel, or a remodelled rustic barn, or a gorgeously grand garden. All eyes fixated on the event of a lifetime. He will never be that. But you might.

A boy will never be a Mother. Built with an internal instinct that far surpasses any promotional next-generation child’s toy, wired to function on bare minimal sleep and still have a sweet and daring smile on her face, or push through the rewarding yet horrendous pain it takes to bring sweet children into the world. He will never be or do that. But you might.

A boy will never be “Daddy’s Little Girl”. Adored and cherished through means of desperate pursuit-worthy adventure, rescued from the clutches of the dragon (or the fluffy-and-not-actually-scary family dog) and set upon the feet of her Father to dance giddily around the room. A gentle & loving man, rightfully leading his daughter; raising her to know her true worth & value in the Lord. A boy will never be that. But you will.

A boy will never be a Princess or a Queen. He will never shine the way that you do when you wear a dress and it fits you perfectly and the room stops because your beauty is captivating. He won’t walk with the same graceful steps that you do, or teach & guide other young women the way that only you can towards their true purpose as aspiring advocates, faithful & sure servants, humble home-makers and edifying exhorters. A boy will never be those things. At least not the way that you can.

He will never be a daughter, a sister, an aunt or a grandmother. A boy can and never will be able to fill the place and purpose that you were created to fill. There are roles that were meant in this world just for you.

And in the same way …

You will never be a Husband, Father, “Mummy’s Boy”, Prince or King. Nor will you be a son, a brother, an uncle or a grandfather.

You are a girl and God made you that way. There were no accidents in His creation of you and all that you are. No. He made you to be a woman because that was his beautiful intention and design for you and he knew just what role he wanted you to play in the story of redeeming the world. In the way that only you my dear, in all your feminine glory, CAN.

And there will be many times where you will most certainly NEED a boy to help you with things. Now, he should never become your Saviour, that is for Jesus and only Jesus … But at times you may honestly not be able to lift something – as a very basic example. Be humble my dear girl, ask for help, don’t sit in your pride. It only takes away from your true beauty. Or maybe, like me right now, you’re suffering from that ridiculous once a month cramping dealio that happens and everything hurts and you can’t get out of bed. It’s okay to be in a place of weakness, God’s unending sovereign grace meets us in our weaknesses and blesses us. You are no less of a woman, because you are suffering from a pain that a man will never experience and you need to lie in bed all day instead of working on your feet and lifting heavy things.

It’s simple, I know, but it’s important to know that your differences are what makes it all the more beautiful.

“So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.” // Genesis 1:27

You are a girl and you can’t do everything a boy can do.

And that is okay. Because neither can a boy do everything you can do.

Love from someone who wants to be your Mother desperately one of these days, to raise you in the truth and light of God’s glorious love.

Courtney Alicia

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so why wait?

To my precious & valuable daughter,

When I was 15, I had my first kiss. I can tell you honestly that it was disgusting. A few weeks before it happened I was sitting around a bonfire at the end of yet another party – the girls I was “friends” with always wanted to party. The stars were glorious, we were out in a part of the world where the city lights don’t interfere & they seemed real enough, close enough to touch. It was a beautiful night.

Then a conversation topic sparked up between the other girls around said fire as though someone had thrown a sparkler right in the middle of it. “So who in our group hasn’t kissed a boy?! Oh my goodness … blahblahblah.” I sat quietly, pretending I didn’t catch onto to the segue of interest. Yes, I’d thought about it, but I just didn’t think it was worth my time.


So why wait? What do you think it’s going to be like? Some beautiful moment where everything is just perfectly aligned and there’s some Taylor Swift song playing in the background and it’s all like a fairytale?” Yes, actually, I had grown up imagining it to be special & beautiful … Like all of the romantic scenes in pure-hearted movies where the boy desperately loves & cherishes the girl and she realises his true feelings and he kisses her beneath fireworks, or glitter or something. “Cause it’s not. It’s not even that nice. It’s not really special at all. Just get it over with, the first time is always gross.” Then they went on to recount their terrible stories of “first-times”, mostly all drunk, mostly all at parties, and definitely all disgusting, whether dating the guy or not.

Cue “the night”. I wasn’t drinking. He was. I wasn’t really dancing/grinding like everyone else. He was trying. I wasn’t even flirting. But I think that he was attempting to. And then a near-by “friend” caught wind of the situation at-hand. “OMG, you should kiss!” A few seconds later and multiple people saying “just do it”. All I could think of in the moment were the earlier comments of my “friends”. Next thing I knew, he stuck his tongue down my throat and even accidentally bit my lip. It was only a few seconds and I hated it all. After that moment I believed everything those girls had ever said. It wasn’t special. “So why wait?”

It wasn’t long till I moved high schools to escape the years of bullying from those so-called “friends”. I found myself in my own little sanctuary for the beginning of Year 11 with actual friends AND now also a relationship with God. I pushed the memory of that “first time” out of my brain and convinced myself it had never happened. And I was happier that way. But forgetting isn’t the same as forgiving and letting go. Remember that darling daughter. Pain demands to be felt and it’s much better to be upfront about our choices and mistakes than to bury them. The Lord can & will grant us forgiveness and freedom. Just ask.

When I was 16, I had my first boyfriend. At my old school, I was merely a shadow of my true self. Quiet, self-contained, shy, hardened & bitter. But here, in this new & safe place, I became who I was always created to be. Loud. Exciting. Charming. Joyful. Fun. I was the “new girl” and boys knew it.

I received an awkward Facebook message from a sweet but nerdy guy I’d never even heard of, welcoming me to the school and wanting to get to know me. I told a friend, she knew him well, they were best-friends in fact. And so she helped to “set us up”. I vowed to myself and God that I wouldn’t kiss another boy until I was dating them. But the girls were excited for me, “So why wait? Date him! He likes you, you like him, he’s a great guy!”

And well that happened. He was kind, but we were young, inexperienced in our faith and moral standings and made choices that we wish never happened. Together, we’ve given those things to God and I can proudly and happily say that we are friends now and both following the path Jesus has for us as dearly loved children of God.

You might think that was the end, and oh I wish it was, but in reality it was the beginning of a long line of emotional hurt and pain. Spiritual bondage and despair. Sneaking off with boys, and giving away way more than my heart. Physical intimacy wasn’t designed to be used for self-gratification. God has given us loving limits for a reason.

After all that, I thought I was living grand as a good Christian. I was at least, “still waiting till I was married”. Well let me tell you my darling, there is no such thing as a “good Christian”. You either love Jesus & let Him be the Lord of your life, or you don’t. There aren’t levels within Christianity. And reality was, I didn’t love Him first, or more, than myself and my own “right” to live my life. And so I based my actions on trying not to “break the rules” instead of living a life of choices made out of understanding & love.

And so when I was 17 or 18 I think I had sex. I honestly don’t remember the first time that I did. One time, however, my boyfriend and I almost did. We were super drunk, no protection (that’s beside the point), but he wanted to. “So why wait?” He said in few words than none. We’d only been dating a few months, we both knew Jesus & we knew better .. and I’m still so sad to tell you that we did “other stuff” instead. Not that it was new to me, but I really didn’t want to fall back into my old patterns.

But one day, it did eventually happen. I don’t believe it was traumatic so much as just not special. Maybe it was just like my first kiss … I didn’t want to remember because it didn’t live up to what I’d dreamed of and hoped it would be my whole life up until that point – Beautiful, special, romantic, about love & intimacy and not really about sex at all. The comments from those girls all that time ago haunted my decisions.

I’d wanted to wait and I didn’t. I believed the lie that I wasn’t a gift anymore. I feared Jesus wouldn’t want me; broken, used, dirty, unreachable.

If anything, I can remember the conversations and “justification” leading up to that time … “So why wait? We love each other, we’re going to get married anyway, it’s okay.” And so I gave in to the comfort of “being wanted”. I battled the fear of pregnancy multiple times, prayed to God that if I ever was He’d take it away, make me lose it, because I couldn’t bear to ever abort, nor could I bear bringing a beautiful daughter like you into a world of my own, falling apart from the inside out. You didn’t deserve a future that was marred before you were even a blimp on my motherly radar. I wanted to do things the way I knew to be right & loving.

But I never did, and he didn’t marry me like he said he would. I’ve forgiven him for those things, because we were young then too, and Jesus has forgiven us. But breaking up was one of the best things that ever happened.

After it all, my world changed.

My eyes were open to a future I forgot could even exist.

I really met Jesus then. In my brokenness He lifted me up, cleaned my wounds, nursed me back to health slowly & above all loved me. Unconditonaly.

He called me to a new life in Him, and I made a new decision, a vow if you will, that had the power to change everything for me, but more importantly … You.

I am waiting till my wedding day again, but this time even for my first kiss.

One day, before you are created by your Heavenly Father, I will glide down the aisle, clothed in brilliantly beautiful, flowing white to meet your Daddy at the end. We will worship and pray and praise our Lord, together with a room full of cherished friends & family. And maybe the person marrying us will conclude with utter, blissful redemption “Let no man separate what God has joined together. He has blessed you both. So why wait? You may now kiss your Bride.” I believe with everything that I am, that it will be beautiful and special and romantic, because it’s supposed to be. Because Jesus says so. And He has never let me down, nor will He ever.

So you’re probably wondering, my dearest daughter, how this has anything to do with you? Well the thing is, many people in this world will tell you to be pure, to wait, to save yourself, to be a gift for your future husband, and while those things are 100% true and good, they may not understand just how many people will also likely tell you “So why wait?” in its many hurtful, damaging and soul-destroying ways – words or not. You’ll be confused at times, you’ll grow up surrounded by mixed opinions and messages & you’ll deeply desire to know the truth.

But when people say either of those opinions to you, truth or lies, you can firmly and confidently say back to them “My Mummy waited”, and show them the fruit of our lives together because of our choice to follow Jesus.

When waiting feels hard, I think more of you and Jesus than I ever do of Daddy (but don’t tell him that). Of how His love is unconditional and life-giving, and that young girls need strong, active, spiritual warrior examples -not just words – of how to live a pure-hearted life in a morally decaying world.

I want to clear the generational path through the wilderness for your inheritance before you are even born, so that you don’t have to one-day swim upstream to retrieve what was once lost.

I want you to be born into a family with a Mummy and a Daddy deeply & purely in love with Jesus, each other, and you. To prove those girls & everyone else wrong and to prove Jesus right to the rest of the broken and hurting world. To shine his pure and compassionate heart into the darkest of places – together. Because without you, this testimony doesn’t continue.

I am praying for you my sweet girl, even now as I write this at the age of 20, on Valentine’s Day, a year after being baptised by water and the Spirit, very single and learning to be content and completely in love with Jesus first – as my friend, fighter, fiancé & forever. You are worth far more than rubies, dear Princess. A beloved daughter of the King. And He has a special call over your life.

We can and will write your story together, but I want to write some chapters for you first, because you deserve my vows now before I ever speak them on my wedding day.

I love you – now & forever,
Courtney Alicia