Articles by Kate Motaung

Kate Motaung grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan before spending ten years in Cape Town, South Africa. She is married to a South African and together they have three children. Kate is the author of the e-book, Letters to Grief, hosts the Five Minute Friday blog link-up, and has contributed to several other online publications. She blogs at Heading Home and can be found on Twitter @k8motaung.


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The Kingdom of Comfort

This morning, I woke up to no electricity in the house. No hot water, no microwave, no toaster, no stove, no washing machine, no phone charger for my cell phone. I was perturbed by the scant breakfast options and my inability to enjoy a hot bath. My dependence on electricity revealed afresh my so-called “need”…

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The Path to Life

The morning air was still fresh and crisp as we plodded forward on our hike to the peak. We had barely begun our ascent when my five-year-old arched his neck, pointed his chin to the sky, and spotted the goal at hand. “We’re almost there, Mom,” he concluded. His first time ever walking this trail,…

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Living Community

Last weekend, I witnessed community. I witnessed community when a friend’s toilet got blocked and he called us to borrow our plunger. He could’ve just gone to the store to buy one, but he chose to drive to our house to borrow ours. Community. At church, one kid needed a new diaper and the parents…

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Overnight Biceps

At a mere five years of age, the idea is already firmly planted in his mind: big muscles are cool. Not only is he convinced that big muscles are cool, but he is also sure that he wants them. Determined to get them, actually. He studies intently the way his elder brother attempts a push-up,…

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Sundae Theology

Paperwork. Applications. Fees. Months of waiting. More paperwork. More fees. More waiting. Medical exams. Immunizations. X-rays. More money. Long drives. Interviews. More money. After two years of waiting, our family is finally coming to the final stages of the immigration process from Cape Town, South Africa, to the United States. Upon hearing that one of…

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Porch-Swing Patience

There’s patience … and then there’s patience. You know what I mean. There exists a pseudo-patience, the kind that scrapes the surface and looks admirable to passers-by, but is inextricably intertwined with discontentment. Then there is porch-swing patience. Have you ever seen someone swaying back and forth on a porch swing in the cool of…

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Perspective

I love to paint. I don’t do it often enough, but I love it nonetheless. And when I paint, I don’t think. I lose myself in a different world, completely oblivious to what day it is, what time it is, what I need to do when I finish. I pretty much get “tunnel vision,” both…

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Loss Observed

English poet Robert Southey wrote, “The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.” The film Courageous uses an adaptation of this quote as the pastor in the movie says to a grieving father, “I’ve heard it said that…

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Heading Home

I settled down into seat 34G, disappointed that I didn’t get the aisle. Well, I guess it was to be expected, considering I had only booked my flights from South Africa to the United States that same morning. The 50-something woman who had scored the aisle seat next to me waited until she heard the…

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