“In another universe, I harvest instead of hustle, but even there, I STILL need God.”
-E. H Abraham
In an alternate universe, I wake up every morning to the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs outside my seaside cottage in Cape Town. The sun peeks through sheer white curtains as I stretch, barefoot, into a day that holds no chaos, no deadlines, only purpose and peace.
In this universe, I’m not juggling a dozen roles. I’m not questioning if I’m doing enough or if I’m too much. Here, I am whole. I run a small wellness and writing retreat for women where every guest is reminded that healing is not a luxury, but a necessity.
Instead of racing to meet the expectations of the world, I spend my mornings teaching journaling workshops under the olive trees and my afternoons sipping tea with women who have forgotten how to dream. Together, we write ourselves back to life.
There is no pressure to perform, only permission to be.
In this universe, I never doubted my voice. I never silenced my story. I published my first book at 19, not 39. I spoke on stages, not from a place of ambition, but from a place of sacred assignment.
My children run barefoot in the garden, fluent in three languages, and utterly free. My partner is a man of prayer and poetry, a quiet storm who believes in miracles as much as I do.
We are not rich, not by the world’s standards, but we live abundantly. There is music, there is laughter, there is deep rest. There is rhythm.
I don’t hustle. I harvest.
But even in this perfect parallel, I carry one thing from the world I came from, my faith. In every universe, I would still need God. I would still crave His whispers in the stillness. I would still fall apart and find Him in the pieces.
Because maybe the beauty of this alternate world isn’t that it’s perfect, but that it reminds me what’s possible. What’s already inside me. What I can slowly build in this life, one sacred yes at a time.
And you?
What would your alternate universe look like? Would you change the world, or just finally change yours?
Let yourself imagine. And then, perhaps, let yourself begin.
“I trust that God doesn’t make mistakes. That even in my weakness, He strengthens me for the task” .
E. H Abraham
Did My Children Choose Me? A Mother’s Wondering of Heaven’s Design.
There are moments in motherhood when the questions get quieter, but deeper.
Not about nappies, routines, or sleep schedules… But about eternity. About destiny. About the sacred mystery of it all.
Lately, I’ve been sitting with one such question: Did my children choose me before they came to earth?
It may sound strange. But if you’re a woman of faith, or simply a mother with a spiritual heart, you’ve probably felt something similar. A knowing. A sense that there’s more to motherhood than biology or coincidence.
Is it possible that, before the foundations of the world were laid, my children knew me? That they whispered a yes in heaven and trusted me with their lives? Even with my flaws, fears, and fragile humanity?
Or perhaps it was God who chose. The same God who spoke in Jeremiah 1:5: “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; Before you were born I sanctified you…”
What a breathtaking thought. He knew us before the womb ever did.
That means our children were known long before they were conceived. They were sanctified, set apart. Not just as babies, but as assignments. As gifts. As heaven’s intentions wrapped in human form.
So maybe the question isn’t just whether they chose us… Maybe it’s also: Whom did God choose us for?
Wrestling with the Harder Question.
Of course, this leads to a more painful thought. If God knows us before the womb, If every child is seen, formed, and sanctified in His plan, Then why are some born into such darkness?
Why are so many babies placed in the hands of abusers, rapists, or neglectful parents? Why do some children grow up never knowing love, never knowing safety?
It hurts to even ask. And while I don’t have all the answers, I do believe this:
This brokenness was never God’s intention.
He gives the gift of life, but human will, sin, and spiritual warfare shape what happens in the earthly realm. Still, He doesn’t abandon the child. Even in the deepest trauma, He works for their good, raising up people, moments, and miracles to rewrite their stories.
Sometimes, children born into pain grow into warriors of healing. They become the ones who break generational curses. They speak up. They rise. They mother differently.
So even when the story begins in sorrow, God can still bring it into purpose.
Chosen to Be Their Mother.
And then, I look at my own children. Each so unique. Each with a different fire in their eyes. Each with a purpose that feels bigger than me.
Why me, Lord?
I’m not the perfect mum. I get tired. I make mistakes. I cry behind closed doors and wonder if I’m giving them enough. If I AM enough.
And yet… they came. They were assigned to me. In all my humanity, they still found their way to my womb. And somehow, we fit.
I don’t think that’s an accident. I believe God looks at a woman’s life, her history, her pain, her heart and says: “This one. She will shape that child in the way no one else could.”
And perhaps, even in eternity, their tiny souls whispered yes: “I choose her. I trust her. I’ll grow inside her story.”
For the Women Still Waiting,
If you are a woman reading this and you’re still waiting for children of your own, Whether through birth, adoption, or another sacred path, Know this:
God has not forgotten you.
He is the Author of life. He is the One who forms children and calls mothers. And He still writes beautiful stories.
Perhaps the child coming to you will be one who needs a redemption arc. A child chosen by God to be planted in your healing, your love, your arms.
Or perhaps God is using your current season to mother through mentorship, love, teaching, or spiritual covering. Motherhood is not always biological. It is deeply spiritual.
I may never fully know if my children chose me, But I know the One who chose them. And I trust Him.
I trust that He doesn’t make mistakes. That even in my weakness, He strengthens me for the task. And that in the eyes of heaven, this motherhood journey is a sacred assignment.
So I will continue to raise them with reverence. With prayer. With purpose. And with a humble heart that says: “Thank You, God… for choosing me.”
Jeremiah 1:5 – “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you…”
Psalm 139:13–16 – “You knit me together in my mother’s womb… all the days ordained for me were written in your book.”
Isaiah 49:1 – “Before I was born the Lord called me…”
Comment below on your personal journey in motherhood.
Jesus and three disciple at The Mountain of Transfiguration
Some moments in life leave you breathless. Moments where heaven feels near, and everything inside you knows… God is here.
The Bible tells us about one of those moments. It’s called the Mountain of Transfiguration. Though it happened over 2,000 years ago, its meaning is just as powerful today.
One day, Jesus invited three of His disciples, Peter, James, and John to follow Him up a high mountain. He didn’t tell them why. He didn’t give them a plan. He just said, “Come with Me.”
Mountains in Scripture are not just landscapes. They are places of encounter. Think about Mount Sinai, where God gave the Ten Commandments. Mount Carmel, where God answered Elijah with fire. And now, this mountain, chosen for something extraordinary.
When they reached the top, everything changed. The Bible says Jesus’ face shone like the sun. His clothes became dazzling white, purer than anything on earth could make them.
Then, two figures appeared: Moses and Elijah. Moses represented God’s Law. Elijah represented the Prophets. And both stood with Jesus, because He is the fulfilment of everything God has ever promised.
Luke’s Gospel tells us they spoke about Jesus’ upcoming death and resurrection. Even in the middle of this breathtaking display of glory, the focus was still on the mission, the cross that was coming.
Peter, overwhelmed, blurted out, “Lord, it’s good for us to be here. Let’s build three shelters…” In other words, “Let’s stay here forever.”
And honestly, we understand that. When you experience God’s presence in a powerful way, in prayer, in worship, in a breakthrough moment… you want to hold on to it.
But here’s the truth: God doesn’t give us mountaintop moments so we can camp there forever. He gives them so we can be strengthened for the valleys ahead.
The Father’s Voice
Suddenly, a bright cloud covered them, and a voice came from the cloud saying:
“This is My beloved Son. Listen to Him.”
Not “look at Him.” Not “admire Him.” Listen to Him.
It’s possible to be impressed by Jesus and still not follow what He says. The Father’s message was clear. Discipleship means listening and obeying.
The disciples fell to the ground in fear. Then Jesus touched them and said, “Get up. Don’t be afraid.” When they looked up, Moses and Elijah were gone.
Only Jesus remained.
And that’s the point. In the end, it’s always about Him. Not the experience, not the moment, not the people around you…. just Jesus.
What It Means for Us Today:
The Mountain of Transfiguration isn’t just a story about glory, it’s a lesson for daily life.
See Jesus as He truly is. He’s more than a teacher or miracle worker. He is the radiant Son of God.
Listen to Him. His voice should be louder than fear, doubt, or the crowd.
Carry the mountain into the valley. What you see in God’s presence is meant to fuel how you live when life gets ordinary or hard.
Whether you feel like you’re on a mountaintop or in a deep valley today, the same Jesus who shone in glory is walking with you right now.
Maybe God has given you a glimpse of His presence recently, in prayer, through His Word, in a worship moment or even in a dream. Don’t just admire it. Let it transform how you live.
Because the God who met Peter, James, and John on that mountain… is the same God who wants to walk with you in your everyday life.
With love and purpose,
Harmonie
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“You may carry many layers, but none of them are wasted. Every part of you is being woven into purpose. You are not too much. You are becoming everything God created you to be.”
-E. H Abraham
When I first sat down to create Harmonie Blogs, I didn’t just want to share thoughts. I wanted to create impact. Not the loud, world-shaking kind that makes headlines – although if that happens, praise God! But the quiet, consistent kind. The kind that changes one life, one woman, one heart at a time.
This blog was birthed with a desire to be a voice of hope and light, especially for women navigating seasons of loneliness, confusion, burnout, or simply seeking deeper purpose. My hope is that every time a woman stumbles upon one of my posts, whether it’s about prayer, purpose, motherhood, dreams, or healing, she walks away feeling seen, stirred, and strengthened.
Here’s the change I want to see through this blog:
🌱 1. I want women to believe again.
To believe in God’s plan. To believe that their story still matters. To believe that it’s not too late to start again.
🔥 2. I want to fan the flame of forgotten dreams.
So many women are silently carrying buried passions, suffocated by responsibilities and expectations. I want to stir the fire again. To whisper: “You were made for more, and it’s not too late.”
🕊️ 3. I want to create a safe, faith-filled space.
A space where tears are welcomed, laughter is healing, and God’s truth is gently spoken. A place where we can talk about real struggles, marriage, motherhood, identity, mental battles, without judgment or fear.
💡 4. I want to shift mindsets from survival to significance.
It’s not just about waking up and making it through the day. You were created with intention. You’re not here just to exist. You’re here to impact.
So whether this blog reaches ten people or ten thousand, I pray it brings change – not through perfect words, but through truth, love, and divine timing.
Because one inspired woman can shift her entire household. One praying mother can change generations. One bold step can start a movement.
And it can all begin here, with one blog post at a time.
If you’ve felt encouraged today, I’d love for you to share this post or leave a comment below. Let’s start the change together.
With purpose and love, Harmonie Abraham 🤍
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Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV): ‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’
I hope everyone has had a wonderful week so far. I’d like to end the weekday with one scripture that has carried me through every season of my life. Jeremiah 29:11.
This verse has become more than just words on a page. It’s a divine lifeline. A whispered promise from God in moments when life feels heavy, uncertain, or painfully quiet.
When Life Gets Tough, I Return to the Promise
When I don’t know whether God is with me, I go back to this scripture. When I’m unsure of what lies ahead, I go back. When doubts cloud my mind, when fear creeps in, when life hits hard, I go back.
I go back when I’m drowning in tears. I go back when God feels silent. I go back when I’m overwhelmed and on the edge of giving up.
This verse reminds me that God is in the detail.
Every twist, every delay, every disappointment. It’s part of a divine orchestration. A holy roadmap drawn by a loving Father who promises that “the end will be beautiful.”
His Plans Are Good, So I Will Succeed
This verse is my anchor. It affirms that God’s intentions for me are not to harm me but to prosper me. Not to destroy me, but to restore me. Not to shame me, but to strengthen me.
Even when I cannot see the outcome, I’ve learned to trust the Author. If His plans for me are good, then I can boldly believe that only good will come my way.
This doesn’t mean life will be perfect. But it means that even the imperfections will lead to something perfect in His time.
I’ve learned to respect the process, because I trust the Planner. And that gives me comfort, even in sorrow.
When You Feel Like Giving Up…
Maybe today you’re in a tough season. Maybe you feel forgotten. Maybe you’re staring down a path that feels like it leads nowhere. Let Jeremiah 29:11 comfort you.
Be reminded: 🌿 God is not finished with you. 🌿 The story doesn’t end in this valley. 🌿 Your future is still full of hope. 🌿 There is beauty coming, even from this.
The Bible also says, “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” (Ecclesiastes 3:11). The timing might not always feel good, but the outcome always will be.
A Prayer for You
Heavenly Father, Thank You for being a God of good plans. When the road is rough and uncertain, help us return to Your promises. Remind us that we are not forgotten. Strengthen us when we feel weak, and carry us when we feel tired. Let Your word in Jeremiah 29:11 be a lamp to our feet and a comfort to our soul. We trust You with our lives, our future, and every season in between. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Share your thoughts: What verse carries you through your hard seasons? Leave it in the comments and let’s encourage each other.
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