Author: Vanessa Moonkie

I’ve always wondered why some people take pride in being loners. You often hear, “I don’t do friends,” or “I’m okay alone. I’m not a friends person,” as though isolation is something to celebrate. As though doing life alone is a good thing . While everyone has different personalities and social needs, I believe we were never created to do life completely alone. Even in Scripture, God valued relationships, and Abraham was called God’s friend. Imagine, God HAD and HAS friends.

We were designed to live in community, to support and be supported. Why carry everything alone when God can place genuine friends in your life to walk the journey with you? Independence has its place, but healthy friendships are one of God’s beautiful gifts to us. I want us to talk about journeying through life with friends but I had to first talk to those of us who have chosen a life of shutting people out, you need people. You need friends. Any other thing that whispers otherwise is the voice of deception because God wants you to have friends.

I’m not excusing the fact that people are imperfect and by people, I hope you know I mean both you and me. I think we’ve made a mess of relationships by expecting perfection from others when we ourselves are far from perfect. Sometimes our standards become so unrealistic that even the most genuine, loving friends eventually walk away. Along the way, many of us have lost incredible friendships, that could’ve been repaired, but because we didn’t know how to nurture them, we cut each other off.

Are there people with harmful character whom you genuinely needed to let go of? Absolutely. But it’s also worth remembering that no matter how good you think you are, you have flaws too and despite those flaws, some people have still chosen to love you, stay with you, and call you a friend. While on this journey, you will journey with friends. Sometimes God will give you and a friend the same assignment, and other times He will give each of you unique instructions.

One of the mistakes we make is assuming that because we are friends, our journeys must look the same. More often than not, they won’t. God leads people differently, according to His purpose for their lives. This is something we need to talk about.
There have been times when God told me to fast and pray about something, but I never texted my friends and said, “Come let’s , God said we must,” because I understand that some instructions are personal.

There are things on this journey that are unique to you. You could even be on the same flight, yet God tells you to separate at the airport. You could be sitting next to each other on the same bus, but along the way God says one should go east and the other west. That doesn’t mean the friendship is over, that’s not the time to fight and start silly arguments over, it simply means the assignments are different. It’s so simple. You can remain genuine friends while faithfully pursuing different callings.

The mistake we often make is trying to tag-team every prophetic word and every instruction, assuming what God says to one person must automatically apply to the other. Sometimes, it doesn’t and that’s okay. Most times it doesn’t and it’s very okay. The journey may even require that one friend leaves earlier and arrives first while the others follow later. This is another challenge that friendships face when one person steps into their breakthrough before the rest. Those who are still waiting may begin to feel as though they are behind in destiny, but it’s important to remember that friendship does not necessarily mean walking the exact same path at the exact same pace.

Sometimes it simply means God has brought you together because you complement one another well in destiny. Friends are not spouses. Let me say that again for those with jelly in their ears, your friend is not your husband or your wife. Let friends play the role of friends. Sometimes we place expectations on our friends that they were never meant to carry, and in doing so, we push them away. We all need people, someone to help carry our bags, someone to take us to the airport, someone to share our Uber trip details with, someone to rejoice with us and stand beside us. Today, take some time to appreciate your friends.

As friends, we also need to the transformation of the heart. Many disappointments and betrayals have come through friendships, and the stories we see on social media about friends hurting one another are so messssssy. . So perhaps the better question is not, “What kind of friends do I have?” but, “What kind of friend am I?” How easy is it for people to journey with you? Are you always moody, expecting everyone to constantly beg or reassure you? Are you bossy, making your friends feel like they have to tiptoe around you?

Are you the friend who is always asking for help but is rarely available to help others? Are you so guarded that you know everything about everyone else, yet no one truly knows you? Always interested in other people’s journeys while your own life remains a mystery? Secrecy has its place, l totally get it but friendship also requires trust and healthy vulnerability. Are you a good friend to your friends?

The same kindness, loyalty, and grace you expect from others, do you extend it to them? Can they trust you with their weaknesses without fearing gossip? Can they depend on you? Can they call you late at night and ask you to pray with them? And do you pray for them even when they don’t ask? I will tell you for free, you’re probably not the best person to answer the question of what kind of friend you are, your friends are. Yep. That “I’m the very best” is your own version o.

You need people to do life with. Ask God for them. Tell Him you need genuine, godly friends. By God’s grace, I have good friends, and they are an answered prayer. That said, I don’t call everyone my friend. I know many people, but not everyone has access to that close place in my life. Friendship is something I take seriously. Not everyone is your friend. Be careful. Be discerning. But by all means, nurture the relationships God has entrusted to you, and be the kind of friend you hope to find.

My prayer is that you and your friends will journey well together and arrive at your God-given destinations still standing side by side. May your friendships be sustained through seasons of joy, hardship, distance, and change because change will come. Above all, be a friend of God. See you on Thursday ❤️

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you

Happy New Week my yielded people. I trust that we are all well. I’d like us to continue on the topic of transition, I want us to talk about roadblocks. What is a roadblock? A simple definition would be;

A roadblock is anything that hinders, delays, or prevents you from moving forward toward your destination .

For those of us who have travelled by road, you’ll know that before entering new cities or territories, you will almost always find a roadblock or a tollgate. It’s nearly impossible to travel a long distance without coming across one or the other. As I reflected on this, I began to think about what that means in the journey of life. I realised that for many people, the roadblock or tollgate has become their destination because they don’t have what is required to pass through it. At a roadblock, you may be asked for your driver’s licence, identification, vehicle registration papers, or you may simply undergo a search or inspection for various reasons.

A roadblock can be your character. Remember I said that before you go on a journey, you must meet the requirements. Please refer to the previous blogs. One of the requirements for marriage is character. Another is a strong spiritual life. Many people have started this journey based on feelings. Because they became ignorant of the important things and focused only on the sightseeing part of the journey, they have found themselves at a roadblock. You wonder why there’s one fight after another. You never learned to say, “I’m sorry,” and actually mean it. You say I’m sorry to continue having access not to make room for peace.

You never learned how to submit or how to love, yet when you arrive at the tollgate, that is the very currency required. You don’t have it, babygirl. You don’t have it, man of God. It was supposed to be packed into your bag before you moved in together. You refused premarital counselling. You said people couldn’t tell you anything. Your heart knows what it wants and wants what it wants. You said you had a dream, big mighty dream. You said, “This is the one.” You said you had peace. Now it’s time to present proof at the tollgate, and you don’t even have one rand’s worth of honour for the next person. Guess what? Or should l guess for you? You may not pass through.

For some, your pride is through the roof. You think so highly of yourself that you’ve already ranked yourself above everyone else but maybe your destination is Community service. How will God entrust you with that kind of work if you struggle with people or become easily irritated by their mistakes? You can’t overlook people’s weaknesses. Perfection is the only way someone can earn a place in your life. It means that, for you, loving like Christ is not even optional, it is a requirement.

If we don’t deal with these things , we will eventually come to a roadblock or a tollgate, and we won’t have enough to present for the system to allow us to move forward. The five foolish virgins also reached a tollgate, but they couldn’t pay. They didn’t have the oil that was required, so their journey ended before they reached their destination. Before you begin any journey, ask yourself, Do I have what it takes to make it to the destination? If not, what can l do to prepare myself better?

For some of you, you have many of these things, but you haven’t learned how to speak to people well. I used to be like that too. We call it cash talk, you have a lot of cash to talk! Torn notes of cash but anyways. The lady at the tollgate says, “It’s R10,” and you respond, “You’re a fool! You want to rob me. It was R8 last week!” but who made the rules? The government did. Just pay the R10 and continue your journey. What this means is that you have the requirement, but it’s of a lower standard. You can speak, but your words are of poor quality.

So you meet a business partner who was genuinely sent by God, but you’ve talked them out of the deal. That’s a roadblock. We are the reason we have roadblocks sometimes. Now you go back home to sell to your three inconsistent friends who ask for the price and never buy. You go back home still single and shaking through winter (Yho please my Lord, is enough now) . You go back home crying, wondering why people never stay in your life but how will they stay if you can’t maintain relationships? If you don’t know how to speak to people well?

People of God, these things are learned. Drop the “that’s just how I am” mindset. Know your worth, absolutely, but don’t think of yourself more highly than you ought to. Are you a beautiful woman? Beauty won’t pay at the tollgate. I’ve never seen a tollgate attendant say, “Lower your window so I can see your beauty, then you may pass.” Are you a tall man, the ideal height many people admire? That won’t help at a roadblock either. The police want your licence, not your height. They won’t ask you to step out of the car so they can measure you and say, “You’re six foot one? Wow. Wonderful. Go right ahead.”

One strength does not cancel out another weakness. Gather everything you’ll need for the journey. Carry enough of the right currency to pay at every tollgate until you reach your destination, because you don’t always know how many you’ll find along the way. I will write to you again tomorrow. Till then, receive lots of my loohhhv!

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you

Have you ever been rejected for a job because you didn’t meet the requirements? Once? Twice? Many times? Well… many times for me. Me? I can even apply for a president’s position. I don’t care, I will just apply. If l tell you the things I have applied for that I didn’t qualify for even by 40% , you will hire a jumping castle for me on my birthday to celebrate my boldness.

Anyways, aside from faith, the truth is that for most things on this earth, you must qualify to be given room. Statements like, “God qualifies the unqualified,” are true, beautiful truths with plenty of biblical examples like David, Joseph, and many others BUT we must also bring balance to that truth by acknowledging that people like Daniel and his friends needed a certain level of qualification, and so did Ezra. I want us to understand that while grace can surely lift people with no impressive track record or exceptional skill, God does not completely ignore our qualifications.

This means that you my dear brother and sister must go back to school. Study. Learn a skill. Do something. You still need to qualify for many opportunities on this earth. They will say, “Upload your CV.” That’s not the time to pray in tongues, just upload the what? Exactly. I believe it’s the same with the season is transitioning into a new season. You must meet the requirements.

We’ve been talking about transition and the different journeys of life that take us from one place to another, sometimes as a team and sometimes alone. One thing I’ve realised about this season is that you must meet the requirements. If God is transitioning you to Swaziland or Australia, you already know you’ll need a passport, right? Otherwise, the work God has for you there won’t be done because you don’t meet the basic requirements for the airline to take you there.

In transition, you must meet the requirements of both the airline and your destination. If the UK says you need to take the IELTS to enter its job market, then guess what? You may have everything else, but they can still reject you for that one missing requirement. Sometimes the delay isn’t because God has said no it’s because there’s still a requirement you need to meet.

How can you be in transition to another country without a passport? Without a ticket? Without anything at all? It’s just you and your suitcase. How can you transition into marriage when you’ve never even read or listened to any material about marriage? How can you transition into becoming a mature believer when you have time to scroll on TikTok for three hours straight, know every trending sound, but somehow can’t find ten minutes to read the Word?

People always say, “I couldn’t find the time.” Really? You didn’t want to find the time. The requirements of transition are maturity. Are you still childish? Are you still being begged to pray? How then are you going to transition into becoming an impactful person when you’ve spent the last seven months trying to finish just one book? Someone asked me how many books I’ve read this year. By God’s grace, I’ve read a good 11, and they’re all on different topics that enlighten my gray areas finances, leadership, marriage, motherhood, psychology, and more because I’m trying to mature into the version of me that can carry what’s coming.

For some of us, the requirement is simply to stop being so controlling. You want to tell the pilot how to land because you watched it in a movie once. Relax, Captain from Temu. The requirement might just be to keep quiet for a minute. You have an opinion on everything even on how God should be God. Everyone is wrong except you. You never see your own wrongs. It could be pride. Sometimes we’ve performed humility so well that we’ve convinced ourselves we’re humble. Bowing your head when you walk and doing all that drama.

The requirement could even be changing how you dress. Who travels across the city in a swimming costume and heels? Nobody. Why? Because even transition has a dress code. Maybe your requirement is surrender, letting God do what He wants without giving Him advice. Maybe it’s fasting, but every Kairos moment arrives and somehow you’re “just having a small snack.” Have you actually asked God what the requirements are for your journey? There are requirements for the Levites, for those who were serving God in the temple. I’m saying to you grace is sufficient but some doors you go through qualifications.

Remember, we’re all carrying different assignments, so we’ll all have different requirements. A chef doesn’t need to carry a gun, and a soldier doesn’t need a recipe book. Yet some of us are holding onto things that don’t belong to our destiny. If you don’t meet the requirements, even Esther had to go through the beauty treatments, the king wouldn’t have looked her way but Rebekah didn’t need all that. Requirements are unique to your destiny. Selah.

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you

Yesterday I told you the story of how I almost ended up walking home after irritation & boredom took over me. In a moment of frustration, I tore my bus ticket and nearly chewed it too! I had serious plans to chew it vele. So there I was, standing with a torn ticket while everyone, including my own sisters, was queuing to board the bus.The conductor was checking every ticket before letting people on, and after checking each one, he would tear it. The problem? Your sister had already done the conductor’s job! Aiiii

Obviously, no one in their right mind would tear an unused ticket, so it would’ve looked like I was trying to use an old ticket from a previous trip. I was in hot soup with extra hot Indian pepper! Thankfully, my sister’s friend stepped in. She told the conductor she had already given him “her” ticket and that he had torn it, while actually showing him mine. All the while, she had quietly slipped her own ticket into my hand so I could board the bus. She handled that situation well for a Grade 6 lol. She was my hero that day. It was wrong but that day It felt so right. I mean we had paid for tickets.

I’m afraid many of us have done something similar in life’s journey. You waited too long and trashed the prophetic word. You waited too long for the man, and somewhere along the way you threw away your good character and your morals, only to be left with something no longer worthy of being called “more precious than rubies.” You are now proverbs 32 woman. Btw there’s no proverbs 32 in the bible. This is to say, your chapter doesn’t exist anymore because you tore the ticket.

You were left holding a torn ticket when all you needed to do was wait a few more minutes. Did I tell you that if I had waited just five more minutes just five, the bus would have arrived? It was probably just around the corner when I tore my ticket. I think a ticket can symbolise our faith. Maybe it’s a prophetic word. Maybe it’s a promise. Maybe it’s a vision. Without that ticket, you cannot get on the bus. In fact, the bus is for ticket holders only. I’m saying to you today yielded people, whatever God has placed in your hands and told you to steward while you wait for the manifestation of His promise must not be torn, must not be lost, and certainly must not be chewed. Don’t even think about chewing that ticket, my friend!

A ticket cannot be borrowed. Imagine you’re flying to Germany at 10 a.m. and you meet someone at the airport whose flight to Germany is only in five hours. You can’t say, “Please lend me your ticket. I’ll use it and give it back.” It doesn’t work like that. Unlike that bus ticket, the journey of life doesn’t allow us to borrow what was meant for someone else. We cannot borrow one another’s oil. It’s also important for us to understand that In seasons of transition, we are all travelling to different destinations. I think if we truly understood this, we wouldn’t spend so much time envying one another or competing with each other.

The bus station we were at had many buses. One by one, they arrived and collected their people home. I couldn’t board just any bus simply because it arrived first, it wasn’t going my way, and I would’ve ended up lost. In the same way, we are all travelling to different places, and we will arrive at different times. So stay where God has placed you and wait for your bus. Wait for your turn. Wait for your season. The right bus will match the code on your ticket , and when your appointed time comes, it will not leave without you.

Habakkuk 2:3 KJV

“For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.”

Because of our different destinations, some will travel by bus, some by plane, some by ship, and some by their granny’s broom… lol. “I’m kidneying!” You may be tempted to throw away your ticket because you think you’ll just walk instead. Dear Sir or madam, based on a true story, that is a terrible idea. In the same way, throwing away your faith because you’re tired of waiting and choosing to trust that you know “better” than God will leave you stranded. You’ll grow weary, expose yourself to unnecessary dangers, and encounter battles you could have avoided had you remained in the bus station.

We may all be heading to different destinations, but here’s what we have in common, we’re all going somewhere. Some are just waiting to connect flights. Some are on air. Some just boarded. Some “just arrived.” Every one of us is in one transition or another. There comes a point in life where we can’t tag team or simply tag along with someone else’s journey. We have to be at peace with God leading each of us in different directions and at different times. My darling, keep your ticket. The bus is just around the corner. If you don’t have a friend like my sister’s friend to rescue you from a careless mistake, you might miss your bus altogether, so don’t make any silly decisions right now.

Don’t just date anyone. Don’t sleep around. Don’t find yourself doing thoughtless things simply because you’ve grown tired of waiting. Don’t chew your holiness through sinful living. Don’t lose your hope. Don’t leave the bus station. Don’t leave church. Don’t walk when God has made provision for you to be carried by bus. You’ll need that ticket to reach your destination. So… what is your ticket? Do you still have it? I know you’re tired of waiting for your bus but think of my story and consider, the moment you give up could’ve be the moment the bus arrives. See you tomorrow.

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you

That space between nolonger there & not yet there.

Vanessa Moonkie

So I’m one of those people who hate travelling… well, not travelling itself, I actually love it. What I hate is being in transit. I don’t enjoy sitting in a car or bus for hours, and planes? The heights still make me nervous. I just want to arrive. If teleportation was an option every time I have to travel? I’d happily sign up for that but not that teleporting they do at your village. 😂 One minute the granny is in her hut, two minutes later she’s in the UK disturbing your sibling. Not that kind of teleportation o.

I do enjoy adventurous travel once I get there; it’s just the long journey that gets me. I think a lot of it comes from an accident I was in years ago. One of the things I’ve learned about transition seasons is that they often come just before the breakthrough. When a woman is in labour, she is in transition into motherhood. It is painful, uncomfortable, and often one of the most difficult assignments given to man yet she keeps pushing and pushing until the baby is fully delivered. That’s what transition looks like.

I always tell you guys about my sister Valerie when she was pregnant, right? Well, here’s a new story, new episode is now showing on YieldedTv lol . As she got closer to her due date, she’d often say, “The belly is heavy.” She would put her hand underneath it as if she was helping her body carry the weight. Her walk changed. Her body changed. Her weight changed. Her face changed… ehhhh. 😂 that one yhooo! It changed butttttt despite all of that, I would see her waking up early to check the baby’s clothes. She would fold them over and over again.

The child had not yet been born, yet she was preparing, even though her current condition was uncomfortable and heavy. I’m telling you this story to make this point akshually, your transition season will be uncomfortable, but it will still require you to prepare for what is coming. So you’re crying while preparing. You’re tired but still preparing. You want to give up but you’re still preparing. You feel like it’s all too much, but you’re still there, waiting. I’m sure that by the third trimester many pregnant women are already exhausted, yet they don’t tell the doctor, “I want to deliver today.” They understand there is an appointed time.

I believe it’s closer than you think. I know we’ve heard words like that so many times that sometimes we don’t even believe them anymore. Just think of it this way, when you’re on a plane, the pilot knows the route and often even shares the flight map with you. God, on the other hand, will most likely not show you the map, but He knows exactly how much longer you need to persevere. This reminds me of something that happened when I was in primary school. After school, we had to catch a bus home. We’d buy a ticket and then wait for a specific bus because it was the only one that used our route.

One day, something must have happened because from 1 p.m., when school ended, until 5 p.m., that bus never came. My sisters and I waited as we watched everyone else leave. We were so Bhod! We were hungry, and your sister here had anger issues. 😂 I got so frustrated that I tore my bus ticket in half, fully intending to chew the paper out of annoyance. I wanted to chew it thinking I’m spitting the bus company. The moment I was about to put it in my mouth… the bus pulled into the station. My sisters screamed and laughed. “We told you the bus would come! We will leave you here!” Ehhhh bazalwane.

By then, I had already convinced myself I was going to walk home. Mind you, I was a short, skinny, hungry primary school child. I was just a shildren. Home wasn’t impossibly far, but it definitely wasn’t close enough for that to be a sensible plan. I didn’t care anymore. I had made up my mind when I tore the ticket that l would walk. As everyone queued to board the bus, I stood there regretting the last five minutes of my life. My sisters were already waving at me , laughing so much. Thankfully, one of our friends cheated a little on my behalf, and by questionable means, I still managed to get onto the bus and get home. But you know what? Let’s continue this story tomorrow. For now, I’ll leave you to think about your own journey and whether it feels anything like mine did. Selah.

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you