Beautiful Scars

I was born and raised in beautifulSouth Africa, then I came to theUnited States a year ago to workabroad. To be exposed to anotherculture and country half way acrossthe world fl ooded me with a wholelot of emotion. During this timepen, paper and prayer became mymost loyal companions.What started out as songwritingturned into poetry, it became atemporary refuge where I couldpour myself onto paper. Inspired by the amazing people I met on my journey,to the ones who left but did not leave my life untouched. In those moments ofoverwhelming joy and also sadness I would fi nd myself hiking to a desolate hilltopwith my guitar, and then after spending time with God I would write what I felt.I am easily drawn to people's emotions and as an outsider I can easily see thebeauty in the brokeness, like precious fl owers blooming in the middle of a vastdesert. Embedded in these pages is a short journey, one where I was broken andhealed all at once.... I never thought I would publish it.I am humble in knowing that I am fortunate to be able to write... We are strongerthan we seem. And although we fall we will always get back up, there is a Strongerhand at work in our lives.

I was born and raised in beautiful South Africa, then I came to the United States a year ago to work abroad. To be exposed to another culture and country half way across the world flooded me with a whole lot of emotion. During this time pen, paper and prayer became my most loyal companions. What started out as songwriting turned into poetry, it became a temporary refuge where I could pour myself onto paper. Inspired by the amazing people I met on my journey, to the ones who left but did not leave my life untouched. In those moments of overwhelming joy and also sadness I would find myself hiking to a desolate hilltop with my guitar, and then after spending time with God I would write what I felt. I am easily drawn to people's emotions and as an outsider I can easily see the beauty in the brokeness, like precious flowers blooming in the middle of a vast desert. Embedded in these pages is a short journey, one where I was broken and healed all at once.... I never thought I would publish it. I am humble in knowing that I am fortunate to be able to write... We are stronger than we seem. And although we fall we will always get back up, there is a Stronger hand at work in our lives.