I had a plan, you know. For my 50th birthday, I was meant to be sipping something fruity on a cruise, watching the ocean shimmer while pretending I didn’t have responsibilities waiting back home. It was going to be my moment — a celebration of half a century of life, love, and lessons. But it didn’t happen. Life had other plans (as it often does). The cruise didn’t go ahead, and for a minute, I felt that sting — disappointment, frustration, even a bit of “why me?”. I could ha

My bowl of goat meat pepper soup. Come and join me. A widow, the wife of one of the prophets, lost her husband, who still had debts to pay. The creditors threatened to enslave her two sons. Desperate, she went to the prophet Elisha. He asked her: “What do you have in your house?” She replied, “Nothing… except a little oil.” That tiny bit of oil — the very thing she dismissed as “nothing” — became the source of her miracle. She kept pouring, and the oil kept flowing until eve

November is the month of Thanksgiving at Ruthy Michaels. It is a time to pause, reflect, and honour the quiet victories of the year—not just the goals we reached, but the grace that carried us through. A woman in quiet reflection—eyes closed, hands over heart. This year, I’m showcasing three heartfelt offerings: Gratitude Journal for Adults  — a space to reflect, release, and rejoice Gratitude Colouring Book for Children  — gentle pages for little hands and big hearts Thankfu

I don't have to earn my worth. Leah had six sons, and yet, Jacob's heart was still with Rachel, even when she did not have children.