So exams ended about a week and a half ago, so I’m now in Ireland with my daddy on holiday.

In case you haven’t noticed already, my blog is a rather personal and more reflective blog; not one aimed at a larger crowd or written in a sermon-type structure. This blog was originally created so as to record my thoughts as I journey through the path that God has led me to, so that others and myself can guide my spiritual and emotional life through this divine appointment.

So I hope you will enjoy my blog posts, not just for the mainly Christian-centered reflections, but also to get to know me as a daughter of God, living amidst His wonderful creation 🙂


Trinity College Dublin


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This was taken in Glendalough, Wicklow. This area was a monastery between the 1500’s and 1600’s, but was later abandoned just before the Renaissance during the religious war between the Catholics and the Protestants. What was amazing was to see eroded and unrecognisable tombstones that had been erected since the medieval ages.

Ireland is steeped in rich cultural and religious history, yet scarred by famines, floods and pagan worship. It’s really an amazing place to visit and to learn more about the crumbling castles and bleak stories that existed during the dark age. A time with fear, uncertainty, high infant mortality, darkness and diseases. Yet, it is interesting to see how Ireland, and in particular Dublin, has emerged out of this stronger and richer, full of beautiful ruins and folklore.


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This is the castle in Kilkenny. Kilkenny is a little town of 35,000 people living 2 hours out of Dublin. This castle is the biggest in Ireland, built by the rich. This is a very good example of a city that was erected by the Normans when they first invaded Ireland. Each town they built had a castle and a cathedral – the two main powers of control in the town. In the minds of the Normans, there was a power hierarchy. Power rested with God, with the church and the masters of the castle below that. Ordinary people were not part of that hierarchy, and were told that they were not awarded the stairway to heaven. I must say, the dark ages were very dark!

Apparently, according to the tour guide, this was the age where the lifespan of the common folk did not go beyond the age of 30-35 years. It didn’t help either that they were told they had no chance of salvation, neither did it help that they were illiterate and had no access to the bible. Apparently, it was during this time that the Roman Catholic Church introduced the concept of purgatory, where ordinary people could go to heaven, so long as they went through the trial of suffering and fire. I suppose this did give people some hope, but it was still a rather uncertain and hopeless one.

So it was in this town that I learned that the medieval ages was an era of fear. An era where an ordinary person was either incredibly rich, or extremely poor. It was a time where religion could not offer much, because their notion of God was not one of grace and mercy, but one of hierarchical power and rigid rules. Salvation was only for the richest and the most religious. It was a very sad time for God’s own creation, but I’m sure He had His way of saving them.

It was only when the bible became more accessible, and people began translating the bible that people realised the true message of the gospel. Kilkenny is no longer the name of a beer to me anymore!!!



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This was in my previous post, but again, this is the upper lake of Glendalough in Ireland, Wicklow.





Proverbs 27:19


As water reflects the face, so one’s life reflects the heart.


Upper lake in Glendalough, Ireland