In September 2014, my father, Ignatius Joran Midzi, went to be with the Lord.

Today I had the privilege of speaking at the Thrive Men’s Weekend.

She came to this country with a suitcase, a dream and a faith strong enough to carry both.

As someone who works with victims of domestic abuse, I have been reading the comments since this

Over the past few weeks, during our reflections on knowing God as Father, we have explored the..

One thing I’ve learned over the years is that people go through seasons. Real seasons. Seasons of joy, growth, celebration, clarity but also seasons of survival, confusion, grief, exhaustion, pressure, disappointment, and silent battles that nobody else can see.

One thing I have learnt over the years is that success does not just reveal who you are. It also reveals the people around you..

Yesterday’s conversation reminded us of something important: many people are silently carrying struggles they do not fully understand, while..

From a Christian perspective, one of the hardest but most important lessons is accepting that not everybody…

There are moments in life that quietly mark you forever.

Moments that become powerful memories tucked deep into your heart. Moments where time seems to stand still, and you realise you are witnessing something far bigger than yourself.

In April 2026, we reached a powerful milestone: 140+ prayer participants gathering at 6AM around one altar.

No noise. No pressure. Just hunger for God.

There is something powerful about a lioness. She is not frantic. She is not insecure. She is not confused about her identity. She moves with quiet confidence, knowing exactly who she is and what she carries.

I find myself reflecting more and more on simple things the quiet, everyday moments that shape who we are. Recently, one such reflection came alive again when I travelled home to Zimbabwe.

While waiting for my new ID, just after embracing the simplicity and rhythm of the Zimbabwean system, I met a young woman who reminded me why my work goes far beyond visas and paperwork.

For twenty-seven years, I carried my Zimbabwean identity documents in my maiden name. Life moved on marriage, migration, children, business, ministry but that one small administrative task never quite made it to the top of the list.

Zimbabwe was exactly what my soul needed.I didn’t realise how drained I had become mentally, emotionally, and spiritually until my feet touched Zimbabwean soil again

Many years ago, when I sold my business, I believed I finally understood what ministry was.

Over the last few weeks, my life has been a whirlwind of airports, new cities, conversations and long days.

I had a quiet realisation today I rarely say yes to one to one invitations. It’s not something I planned or even thought deeply about before, but I now see it’s part of how God has shaped me and how I guard my peace.

I came to the UK as a young woman and have now lived here for most of my adult life. This country is home. It is where I raised my children, built