Gerrianne Pennings

1 story every 24 hours | 365 stories written by a 24-year-old

Day 308 – Sister in Uganda

Love is not a mere emotion but self-transgression – I really love only what I care about more than about myself. Tomás Halík She is finally here! My most awesomest sister in the whole wide world is finally here. In... Continue Reading →

Day 304 – Desire

It's strange how in the moments that you feel like you have enough, that God provides you with more than you asked for.  Okay, maybe that needs a bit of explaining. Every morning, at least when I am in Kampala,... Continue Reading →

Day 303 – God has humour

I just came home. I went out for a coffee with a friend. A sister. We resisted the coffee and cake part and drank some healthy juices instead. It's a simple hour of fellowship and trusting ourselves into the hands... Continue Reading →

Dag 302 – Brief aan Joshua

Vorige week schreef ik een pittige blog. Een rauw, eerlijk verhaal. Soms is het niet makkelijk. Ik sloot af met de woorden dat het uiteindelijk allemaal waard zou zijn. Toen had ik nog niet een half idee van hoe waar die... Continue Reading →

Day 301 – About water melons, Saturday cleaning and finding yourself

I think it was Gandhi who said that the best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others. Sometimes I wish that wasn't true. In the end I do think there's an element of breaking,... Continue Reading →

Day 300 – Dependency

For a very long time, probably as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be independent. Do my own thing, preferably without any help. This blogging adventure started that way too. Somewhere I wanted to prove to myself... Continue Reading →

Day 299 – Almost there

You know that feeling? Of almost being somewhere? It's a song we used to sing as kids on a school trip or holiday. In the back of the car. Excited, nervous or tired.  It's funny how my sense of time,... Continue Reading →

Day 298 – I need a break

I need a break. I really, really need a break. Do I share too much? This blog has sort of opened up a lot. Mainly feelings. I just blur them out at the end of the day. But openness and... Continue Reading →

Day 297 – Mirror

I stood in front of the mirror this morning. With my hair down, messy like it is after a night sleep. Last time I washed it was 3 days ago. Still a bit sleepy.  Curves and edges.  I have them.... Continue Reading →

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