Holding on to What Matters: A Reflection on Love, Calling, and the Voices We Choose to Hear
Over the last few weeks, my life has been a whirlwind of airports, new cities, conversations and long days. Ireland. Scotland. Brussels. London. In every place, I met people who surprised me with a kind of love that overwhelms the heart the kind of love that reaches you before you even realise you needed it.
These were not people I regularly speak to.
Some I had only once prayed with.
Some I had spoken to during the darkest moments of their grief.
Some were women I supported through domestic violence.
Some were families I helped when they were lost and hurting.
People I barely remember yet they remembered me with depth, gratitude and tears in their eyes.
And with every encounter, God whispered to my spirit:
“This is why you do what you do.”
The Weight of Earned Settlement
Ever since the government released the Earned Settlement proposal, my heart has been uneasy. Not because it affects me personally, but because of the faces and stories I carry daily the migrant women, the care workers, the mothers, the families, the children. Their future stability. Their sense of belonging. Their emotional and mental health. All of it suddenly feels fragile again.
I have taken this proposal personally as a burden, an assignment, a call to stand in the gap.
My heart has cried out,
“Lord, give us strength for this fight.”
Because this is not just policy.
It’s people.
It’s lives.
It’s futures.
When Trolls Show Up
Yesterday, someone randomly tagged me on a post. As always, the anonymous trolls crawled out faceless, nameless, empty voices typing hurt into the world.
And I found myself reading comments no human being deserves.
For a moment, the enemy used their words to whisper lies:
“Maybe this is how people really see you.”
“Maybe you’re not doing enough.”
“Maybe you should be quiet.”
But today, God reminded me:
“Look at all the love I’ve shown you through the people I sent your way.”
Choosing Which Voices to Believe
I remembered the woman who stopped me in Tesco, waving frantically for us to pause our car just to say:
“Rumbi, thank you. You helped my daughter when she was being bullied.”
And I remembered how my daughter Tasha recorded that moment and said,
“Mum, this is what you hold onto.”
She was right.
So this morning, I made a choice:
To hold on to love, not negativity.
To hold on to purpose, not distraction.
To hold on to the people whose lives God allowed me to touch.
To hold on to the assignment God placed in my hands.
Anonymous trolls are just shadows noise in the dark.
I have no time for them.
Not when there is a generation of migrant women fighting for stability.
Not when families are terrified of what the future holds.
Not when our community needs clarity, strength, and truth more than ever.
Why I Must Stay Focused
In this season, I need all my strength.
For the reading.
The research.
The advocacy.
The clarifying.
The educating.
The empowering.
The leading.
This is not the hour to be distracted by small, bitter voices hiding behind anonymous profiles.
This is the hour to stand.
To rise.
To prepare.
To fight for justice and dignity for our people.
If You Ever See Trolls About Me…
Let me make this simple:
Please don’t tag me.
I don’t need to see it.
I don’t need the distraction.
I don’t need the noise.
God didn’t call me to respond to trolls.
He called me to serve His people.
He called me to speak life where fear lives.
He called me to lift others where systems try to push them down.
And for that
I will stay focused. I will stay strong. And I will stay on assignment.
We Move Forward Together
To everyone who has ever stopped me in an airport, a supermarket, a church, a conference
To everyone who has sent messages of thanks, encouragement, or prayer
To everyone whose life intersected with mine for one moment that mattered
Thank you.
You are the ones I choose to hear.
You are the ones I carry in my heart.
You are the reason I will continue to stand in this fight.
We move forward together.
With courage.
With clarity.
And with God.
