Sunday 24 August 2014



Its the summer , and I've gone to see some family a while away from home. Its amazing to be a part of a group of people who have an underlying connection that can never be taken away from them.
I'm am so blessed to have a family who are so loving. One of my cousins is a toddler and I've been having such an interesting time watching him grow so fast. Having him around gives me such happiness. I love him so much it hurts . 
I found a few thoughts I had written months ago based around these  very emotions.

The Baby Boy

No child is perfect, though perfect they may seem,
When their early morning wide eyes blink innocently; rising from a long nights dream.
But every child is perfect, just ask their mother's so. 
For sure one would be cautious and sceptic if their answer - say, was 'no'.
You see in the eyes of a mother, perfection is defined
By the dimples in cheeks, calls in the night and toys left behind.
The softness of the patch if skin right between the chin and the chest.
For a kiss in that very spot leaves her with a wistful bliss. 
She knows her baby's the best .
And looking down at God's greatest gift leaves an immeasurable joy.
There is nothing more endearing than the eyes of a baby boy.




- Lakechia Jeanne ©

Tuesday 12 August 2014


The support I have been receiving from all who appreciate the words I write is overwhelming. Looking at the statistics from when I started till now; and seeing how wide the reading audience has spread is extremely humbling. I am so grateful.

I was reading the Bible with my mum a few mornings ago, and she read a verse that really inspired me to write - she thought I was making notes on the scripture, but in the middle of our morning quiet time I wrote this :


Beauty of a Wildflower

The beauty of a wildflower
The glory of a grass blade
The blue summer days, that never seem to fade.
Come to an end, slip away.
Nothing is forever- except your eternity,
Never say never- we have no certainties.
Except for the One who is perfect.
Don't build on silver or gold,
They will soon become worthless.
Build on the sure foundations
Conform to His likeness.
And as the day unfolds, don't say you were never told.
Look around you; to the pieces of rugged tree on high.
The time is near and now, for the end is nigh.


Inspiration from ~ 1 Peter 1v24
By Lakechia Jeanne ©