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One for my Lulu

Story time, please grab your popcorn. If I delay this one I may never write it so why not do it now if I can?

Eight years ago my little sister was born, and she’s changed my and my family’s life. She’s the most joyous, most sassy, and most intelligent 8 year old child I know.

I remember when I came home and saw my mother’s protruding belly. I was confused. Ah, mummy you hadn’t told me you were pregnant. How can you be pregnant at 40? I had read all the statistics and I knew the dangers of having a child that old. But Lucia is a fighter and my mother’s faith is one for the books.

Lucia has spent 8 years on God’s earth and I’m so grateful for her life! She’s my sunshine and I love her deeply and dearly.

She sings for me on the phone, sometimes she cuts the call even before I finish speaking, she barks orders at me, and what not. Her stories always cheer me up, her encouragement keeps me going, and her faith, even at such a tender age, always inspired me.

She’s generous and kind. She doesn’t hold grudges.

She’s always so well put together, she will never leave the house without looking beautiful. Lip gloss, combed hair, clean socks, clean shoes. She does everything that will enhance her appearance.

It’s a little sad that I’ve never celebrated any birthday with my little sister (or with any of my siblings, as far as I can remember) But on this day, I want to wish her a happy, happy birthday.

She’s my little princess, my joy-bringer, and my light.

I can’t wait to see her again and to spend some much needed quality time.

*Daddy please print this one out and personally deliver it to Lulu.

You are loved

I don’t know why these three words have been on my mind all morning. You are Loved. Despite crumbling under the mountain of work I have to plough through before nightfall, sleep deprivation, and good ‘ol hunger and tiredness, my heart is singing a song. It’s telling me that I am loved by God. That He truly, truly, makes all things work together for the good of all of us who love Him and are called according to His purposes.

laugh2I spent last night with a very close friend’s family. My friend has three little sisters, who all had to fix their hair for school. When we started to braid, her mum also got excited and decided she would take out her own braids, wash her hair, and fix new braids. In between my friend and I braiding four heads (it was crochet braids, I’m not a magician to braid four heads overnight), we bantered and laughed at familiar stories. In those short, slightly stressful moments, I caught a glimpse of God’s infinite and incomprehensible love for me.

I’m currently reading Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon for my *drumroll* Toni Morrison Class. Yes, it’s this really higher level English seminar where we read *drumroll* Toni Morrison books. We talk about them, how their themes pertain to today’s world, how her command of the english language is timeless, and how her characters are towering and intimidating. It’s a really cool class, my friends, really cool.

The book is very weird- the characters are just really weird (but really, who gave me the right to call someone weird when their lives have been drastically different from mine, and when their sensibilities have been cultivated differently from mine? When their adult actions are a reflection of their childhood or lack thereof and of several different experiences from mine?)

laughBut the book is lovely. It’s so well written and so wonderfully complex, I literally am buried in the pages, turning and turning, and only lifting my head when I get to the end of a chapter, or when I’m interrupted. And then I get that weird feeling when you open your eyes after closing them for a while and the sun is shining a little brighter, and the world has a little more color.

I share this long slightly unnecessary information to tell you that there’s one character in
Song of Solomon who hasn’t laughed in decades. She’s smiled a few times, but she’s never had any reason to let out a hearty, holding-your-sides kind of laugh.

As I braided my friend’s sisters and mother last night and the laughter flowed very, very freely, I realized how much God must love me.

He’s given me the gift of laughter and the gift of hope. He’s giving me the gift of gratitude and the gift of love. He shows me, in the tiniest, most inconspicuous ways, that He’s there. Holding my hand, cheering me on, and honoring my sacrifices of love.

I am able to laugh. To let out a hearty laugh that brings tears to my eyes. I dance on the sidewalk, and as I perform my routine activities- going to class, meals with friends, appointments, work. Sometimes I dance to no music, but I get a tune in my heart which moves my feet. At other times, I listen to music and let it transport and transform my soul.

laugh-3I can love, like, and care. I can read, study, and understand. I can pray, wait, and receive a response. I can open my eyes, see the beauty in the world, and smile. There’s so, so much which shows me that God loves me. There’s so, so much that He’s done for me. It doesn’t even make sense how my life has turned out this beautiful. This special. This unique.


He’s good. He’s given me exceedingly, abundantly, above all that I ever could ask or imagine and I refuse to live in the dangerous anticipation of tomorrow that makes today bland and dreary.

I’ve decided to praise Him.

Will you join me?

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Revel in the silence.

I read this in my devotional this morning and it’s too wonderful to hoard.

After God’s Silence – What?

Has God trusted you with a silence — a silence that is big with meaning? God’s silences are His answers. Think of those days of absolute silence in the home at Bethany! Is there anything analogous to those days in your life? Can God trust you like that, or are you still asking for a visible answer?

It’s been an interesting transition living alone this semester. Last year I had two roommates and although they both were early birds while I love to sleep till I absolutely have to wake up, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I loved having people to talk about my day with, and when it was final exams time, they were my alarm clocks when I took only one hour naps intermittently for three days. The struggle was real, but it was well worth it.

Now that I live in my single room, I appreciate my own time and privacy. I can stand and pray as loud and as long as I want, I can wake up and sleep at any time. I can video call my friends conveniently. The entire space is mine.

I’ve also come to appreciate silence. It has enabled me hear things that I otherwise wouldn’t. The chirping of birds in the morning, the soft rains some evenings. The voice of God (we’re still working on that last one) But yeah, you get the point.


God will give you the blessings you ask if you will not go any further without them; but His silence is the sign that He is bringing you into a marvelous understanding of Himself. Are you mourning before God because you have not had an audible response? You will find that God has trusted you in the most intimate way possible, with an absolute silence, not of despair, but of pleasure, because He saw that you could stand a bigger revelation.

This reminds me of when the Lord spoke with Elijah in 1 Kings 19. God was not in the earthquake, the fire, or the strong wind. He was in the soft whisper. Silence is a necessity for every believer, and although outward silence doesn’t necessarily connote inward silence and vice versa, we all should dedicate some time to sit in the silence. Just sit. Just be. Just listen.

If God has given you a silence, praise Him, He is bringing you into the great run of His purposes. The manifestation of the answer in time is a matter of God’s sovereignty. Time is nothing to God. For a while you say — “I asked God to give me bread, and He gave me a stone.” He did not, and to-day you find He gave you the bread of life.

How beautiful it is to sit and wait at the feet of Jesus. If you feel like He’s withheld something from you, don’t worry. God is bringing you an even greater blessing- His silence. He reveals secrets and explains mysteries in His silence. How blessed you are!


A wonderful thing about God’s silence is that the contagion of His stillness gets into you and you become perfectly confident — “I know God has heard me.” His silence is the proof that He has. As long as you have the idea that God will bless you in answer to prayer, He will do it, but He will never give you the grace of silence. If Jesus Christ is bringing you into the understanding that prayer is for the glorifying of His Father, He will give you the first sign of His intimacy — silence.

We often ask God for things- money, good grades, relationships and what not. But how much more beautiful live would be if we had the single most important thing ever- the abiding presence of God and an unquestionable, unshakable intimacy with God. When we have that, all these other things don’t even matter because we have it all.

Silence is God’s sign that He’s bringing you into intimacy with Him. Don’t curse the silence. Revel in it and wait for the still small voice.

(Special shout out to accountability partners who make life difficult but only for the glory of God. Thank you, although I still feel like punching you for waking me up half an hour early this morning :p)

Featured image from here. 

How God honors His own.

Over the past few days, I have been praying like I haven’t in a long time, and this has open my heart to very many things. I’ve let go of several things in my heart and in my mind. Funnily enough, Thursday night, I was praying about pulling down altars and works of the enemy that fight against us. As I prayed, I was making the motions of pulling something down, thrusting my hands up and down, pulling and dismantling.

Friday evening I went for Prayer and Miracle service in my church and it was another session of intense prayer. Saturday came and I had the most excruciating back pain. I felt like I had gone to the gymnasium again after a long time. I found that really funny, but a reminder that I hadn’t been doing the charismatic prayer that I learnt from several years back.

starsI had a few dreams. In my first dream, I was in Nigeria and my older brother took me on a flight with some very good old friends, mostly from secondary school in Nigeria. They chartered an entire plane and were taking me to begin my new school in Germany. I haven’t been thinking about Germany by the way, it just seems like a metaphor for some place far away from home.

All through the flight, I kept wondering how they had pulled this off- chartering an entire plane for everyone to travel together, and keeping it a secret from me. Anyway, when we got to this Germany in my dream, we got a private bus and we travelled to the venue of the school.

Then when I got there, I realized it was a surprise wedding for ya girl. I remember wondering where my friends from other parts of my life were- my friends from A’Levels, and my friends from college (university), and everywhere in between.

It was when I got to this castle in Germany that I realized that these other sets of friends had been planning the event on the ground. They had set out the castle in a very beautiful garden and that I wasn’t allowed to wander around to see who had made it there.

Sunrise winI remember that my Mama was there and she (with all my friends and loved ones) had planned the entire event and paid for everything. Also, Chimmamanda was at the event and was going to give the toast for me and this my mystery spouse. I walked to the main sitting room in the castle  and took a seat on a nice couch, while my friends were busy serving everyone cupcakes and small chops.

My friend Korantema said I wasn’t allowed to walk around because they didn’t want me to see the entire surprise. I wasn’t allowed to the garden grounds or to the place where the ceremony and reception were taking place. I wasn’t even allowed to see my dress and the food they were serving.

It was all a surprise but I know that I was deeply moved, deeply pleased, and deeply humbled. I was dumbfounded and I remember thinking just how much God had honored me.

Anyway, Mama came in to ask where this mystery husband was, and why she and many others hadn’t met him yet.

Just then, the mutual friend who had introduced us said he was very handsome, and that he had a very good “feeling” about him. He was God-fearing and he sure would get along with everyone.

SimbaIn my heart (in the dream), I was really excited because the relationship had honored God completely. There was no sin of any kind in our union and it was completely founded on God. Just then this mystery spouse walked in and leaned over to give me a hug- I was lounging on the couch watching everything in wonder. He sat on the hand of the chair beside me and began to explain what had delayed him.

He was making final arrangements for food and drinks for the event (which had been a surprise to me btw.) I remember thinking to tell him not to worry because everything had been paid for and all we needed was to relax and enjoy the weekend, but he was still speaking and telling me about his day so I just listened.

I remember wondering where his own friends and family members were and as he wanted to stand up and go say hello to them, I was like oh I’ve missed you, sit with me. And he did.

I did not speak much all through my dream because I was mostly overwhelmed and dumbfounded. I was so, so, blown away by everyone’s love and attention that I was holding back tears the entire dream.

happy childAnd then I woke up. Happy at such a wonderful dream, but sad that it was over.

Anyway, I woke up and the first thing on my mind was how I could go back to sleep to continue my dream.

But that wasn’t necessary because I think that the purpose of the dream had been fulfilled. Please note that I hadn’t exactly been thinking about any of this. I may have had a conversation or watched a video about marriage but it wasn’t exactly on my mind lol.

Ya girl don’t want no relationship right now plizzzzz.

The Lord was showing me that He will honor me with

1. Love– I was surrounded with people who I had known for several years and they all came together to serve me. To make sure that I was happy, that I had a lovely, lovely, day and experience. They had made huge sacrifices for me and I was oh so grateful.

2. Prominence– Because of the connections I had (due to God’s favor), one of my idols was coming to give a toast at my wedding. I was having an event where the cream of the crop was in attendance. Look at this little girl having a wedding in a dream garden in a dream location with the dream friends and dream partner.

3. Relationship– I was going to wed a man who was after God’s own heart. Even in the dream, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was completely sold out to Jesus. He had God as the center of His life and I was going to journey through life with Him. Our relationship had been pure and holy and God was honoring me big time.

4. Nothing you do for God ever goes unnoticed– The Lord honors those who love Him. He says it countless times in His word. He will reward you. Hold on tight. He will do it.

I don’t know why I feel led to share this dream. Perhaps it’s because someone has been working for the Lord and asking if it was making any difference. The Lord sees everything that you do in secret and He will honor you big time.

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When you honor the Lord with your body, your resources and everything you have, He will personally take charge of every aspect of your life. Imagine God planning your daily activities Himself. Imagine Him planning the exciting events in your life. Imagine Him at your every turn, ensuring your expected end.

Indeed, we serve a faithful God. Be encouraged.

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Some things remain the same

I sit in my college library, wondering how I’ll read the 100 pages of a sociology text I have planned for the night. I’m extremely sleepy and exhausted, so I play some old worship favorites to stay awake. And then, because even the music cannot help me sustain my focus on my pages, I begin to write.

(How blissful is this new world where yours truly writes when she cannot focus lol, in the past, I would have turned to good ‘ol YouTube)

Some things remain the same

Somethings stay the same. Boyfriends may come and go, classes may come and go, friends may come and go, but some things stay the same. You may wake up tomorrow with absolutely vision, when you were completely fine today. But there are some things which remain the same.

Where can I go from your Spirit?

   Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

   if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

   if I settle on the far side of the sea,


You may wake up tomorrow in an existential crisis, which affects every sphere of your life, including your academic (or professional) performance. You may sit in all your classes and not understand anything. Don’t worry too hard, there are some things which stay the same.

You may suddenly feel a weight of loneliness, which you’ve never experienced before. You may begin to feel like the outsider. Familiar spaces and faces may become strange. Hobbies and habits may lose their charm. Take heart, stay strong, there are some things which stay the same.

even there your hand will guide me,

   your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me

   and the light become night around me,”

even the darkness will not be dark to you;

   the night will shine like the day,

   for darkness is as light to you.

The ones who once promised to love and care for you forever may suddenly have become your sworn enemies. The ones who you’ve trusted with your life’s deepest and darkest secrets may become the harbingers of your downfall. Rest. There are some things which remain the same.

You may suddenly not recognise your parents any more; the same people who were your childhood heroes. You may lived every moment of your life praying to be half the people they are. And suddenly you may realize that they’re not who you’ve always thought they were. Don’t worry, darling, there are some things which remain the same.

For you created my inmost being;

   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

   your works are wonderful,

   I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you

   when I was made in the secret place,

   when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

You may to your own self, become a stranger. You may disappoint yourself and even begin to resent yourself. You may look in the mirror and not recognize the person staring back at you. Your own thoughts may become preposterous. Your own habits may become disgusting. Don’t worry, love, there are some things which remain the same.

Your eyes saw my unformed body;

   all the days ordained for me were written in your book

   before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, God!

   How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them,

   they would outnumber the grains of sand—

   when I awake, I am still with you.

There’s one thing that can never change in this life. It’s the love of God.

Rest today, knowing that God’s love for you does not change. He loves you much more than you can ever imagine. Even if everything in your life is unrecognizable, His love remains the same. Don’t worry, don’t fret. God’s love for you is unshakable.

That’s Psalm 139, if you’d like to take a look.



Up, up, up the mountain.

Another Monday, another devotional! Thanks to the great day I discovered My Utmost by Oswald Chambers, I’m eternally grateful to my friend Ryan, who shared a devotional with another friend, Rima, who shared it with me! Just look at my friends, friends!🙂

The Sphere of Exaltation

We have all had times on the mount, when we have seen things from God’s standpoint and have wanted to stay there; but God will never allow us to stay there. The test of our spiritual life is the power to descend; if we have power to rise only, something is wrong. It is a great thing to be on the mount with God, but a man only gets there in order that afterwards he may get down among the devil-possessed and lift them up.

Your place as a christian is to encourage those around you. Your walk is not in a vacuum, and your life is not in an alternate universe. You live on God’s earth, so act like it. Don’t raise your nose at those who don’t seem as spiritual as you are. Don’t act like yours is an ethereal christianity. You’re breathing the same air as the rest of us. You’re here to lift us up, not cast us back down!

We are not built for the mountains and the dawns and aesthetic affinities, those are for moments of inspiration, that is all. We are built for the valley, for the ordinary stuff we are in, and that is where we have to prove our mettle. Spiritual selfishness always wants repeated moments on the mount. We feel we could talk like angels and live like angels, if only we could stay on the mount. The times of exaltation are exceptional, they have their meaning in our life with God, but we must beware lest our spiritual selfishness wants to make them the only time.

Don’t get familiar with God, your spiritual leaders, or your spiritual routine. Don’t get familiar with the very things that are created to save your life. Retain your sense of wonder and intimacy with the Lord. No matter how many years you’ve spent as a christian, there’s something about God that you don’t know yet. Even if you know the entire bible cover to cover, there’s a scripture that can be ministered to you in new light. Only you have to keep your spiritual eyes open to see the light. 

We are apt to think that everything that happens is to be turned into useful teaching, it is to be turned into something better than teaching, viz., into character. The mount is not meant to teach us anything, it is meant to make us something. There is a great snare in asking — “What is the use of it?” In spiritual matters we can never calculate on that line. The moments on the mountain tops are rare moments, and they are meant for something in God’s purpose.

Let the great moments you spend in your privacy with the Lord reflect in your life and everything you undertake afterwards. Remember that when Moses communed with God, His face shone for the rest of His life. Does your face shine?

Image from here.

The acceptable vice

Are you two faced about some of the things you do? You’re not quite sure if they are acceptable for a child of God, but they’re not quite forbidden by the bible either.

Are you engaged in passive disobedience? You hear the instructions of the Lord, you obey His word, but only in your own time and at your own discretion.

Are you withholding something which the Lord has requested from you? You have the time to engage in that spiritually beneficial activity, but you’d rather spend it on something else. You know that you can serve in this or that capacity within your local church, or that you can spread the gospel of Christ, but you’re not taking initiative.

Are you suddenly growing cold feet in keeping your vow to the Lord? Are you making promises to the Lord and defaulting on fulfilling them completely?

Is the Lord asking you to make a specific spiritual commitment which you’re subtly ignoring? Is he impressing upon your heart the need to spend a little more time in prayer, to give up a habit, or to begin a spiritual journey? Are you obeying in completely or are you only doing just enough to get by?

Could you be more loving to your sisters and brothers, whom the Lord has placed around you? Could you be more patient, more giving, more loving, and more caring? Could you spend a little more time comforting the lonely, encouraging the backslidden, and guiding the babes in Christ?

Are you giving in to your human passions? Are you getting drunk and abusing substances which bring only temporary relief to your circumstances? Are you sitting in places where you know without a doubt that the Spirit of God does not approve of, but just because it’s not explicitly stated in the bible, you keep in your habit anyway?

Are you consuming ungodly media? Are you listening to sexual and obscene songs? Are you watching movies and shows which promote ungodly actions such as fornication, adultery and robbery?

Honestly, I could go on and on and deal with this topic for an entire year. Remember that the Lord calls us to be perfect as He is perfect. (Matthew 5:48) The Lord gives us one and only one standard of Christian living, and that is He, Himself. Jesus the Christ is the author and perfecter of our christian faith (Hebrews 12:2) and the only standard we have.

It does not matter if the whole world goes left, if God has decreed that He wants you to go right. It does not matter if the social norms dictate that a certain habit is perfectly acceptable. If it in anyway puts you in conflict with the spirit of God living inside of you, break it off immediately.
Jesus demands the very best of all our resources- our time, our mind, and even our financial resources. Are you giving Him your best or are you courting the acceptable vice?

Featured image from Giphy.

The beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning.

Here’s a wonderful, wonderful devotion from My Utmost.

The Missionary’s Goal

In the natural life our ambitions alter as we develop; in the Christian life the goal is given at the beginning, the beginning and the end are the same, viz., Our Lord Himself. We start with Christ and we end with Him — until we all attain (RV) to the stature of the manhood of Christ Jesus, not to our idea of what the Christian life should be.

The aim of the missionary is to do God’s will, not to be useful, not to win the heathen; he is useful and he does win the heathen, but that is not his aim. His aim is to do the will of his Lord.

Let’s imagine then that this passage was talking about love. We think- God will love me more if I did this, or if I was like this. That’s not true. Just as the beginning and end of the Christian journey is the Lord Himself, His love is infinite and boundless. Our entirety is in Jesus. We are called to experience Him, to love Him, and to be with Him. Throughout. And His love for us is as unwavering and unfaltering as He Himself is!

In Our Lord’s life Jerusalem was the place where He reached the climax of His Father’s will upon the Cross, and unless we go with Jesus there, we will have no companionship with Him. Nothing ever discouraged Our Lord on His way to Jerusalem. He never hurried through certain villages where He was persecuted, or lingered in others where He was blessed. Neither gratitude nor ingratitude turned Our Lord one hair’s breadth away from His purpose to go up to Jerusalem.

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love.  No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39) 

“The disciple is not above his Master.” The same things will happen to us on our way to our Jerusalem. There will be the works of God manifested through us, people will get blessed, and one or two will show gratitude and the rest will show gross ingratitude, but nothing must deflect us from going up to our Jerusalem.

By virtue of placing our gaze on Jesus, we become a blessing. Not when we go to the left or to the right. Not when we try to fix the world or try to better ourselves. I know it sounds counterproductive. But all that Jesus every asks us to do is to follow Him. Abide in Him. Love Him. And when the gaze is sufficiently fixed on Jesus, He gives us directions about life. From the inside our. From His heart to ours, not vice versa. Never vice versa. 

“There they crucified Him.” That is what happened when Our Lord reached Jerusalem, and that happening is the gateway to our salvation. The saints do not end in crucifixion: by the Lord’s grace they end in glory. In the meantime our watchword is — I, too, go up to Jerusalem.

Go up to Jerusalem with Jesus. What’s your Jerusalem? Where is your gaze? Follow Jesus. No matter the cost and no matter the condition. Fix your eyes on Him. It is simultaneously the most powerful and most docile action for any believer. 

Featured image from here.

For my chicken grandma

A lovely blog reader, the Chicken grandma, nominated me for this challenge, and because she’s always so sweet to me, I certainly have to take this one up, althoug I usually not goot at blog challenges. 

Anyway, I have to respond to three questions which she posed and pass this on to other bloggers.

I’ll answer the questions, but about passing it up to other bloggers… *scratcheshead*


How do you find your inspiration for a blog post?

I generally find inspiration from reading the scriptures. Because my blog is primarily about God, this is tricky. When I’m not doing great on reading the bible, I am more pressed for content. But when I’m reading my bible consistently, the content literally is tugging at my heart, waiting for me to blog. However, not reading my bible consistently does not always mean that I’m not spending time with God. Often, it’s because I’ve been spending the days or weeks of listening to sermon, in prayer or focusing on worship. When this happens, some posts do come, but not as frequently as when I’m reading. Reading activates a special part of my brain and literally begs for a response.

When I do my creative posts such as poems or fiction, inspiration comes from the material I’m reading. When I’m reading a lot of poems, I’m inspired to write poems, and the same goes with fiction. Also, when I’m listening to a lot to music- on long bus or train rides, I’m also more inclined to write reflective and creative posts.

Basically, I garbage in and garbage out. My inspiration depends on the content I’m consuming!

What do you enjoy most about where you call home? Why?

Because I’m sitting on my bed in my college dorm room, I’ll call this place home. I’ve been out since 9am, and I only got back at 11pm. Long day, but that’s pretty much all my days this semester. This dorm room certainly didn’t feel like mine when I first moved in. Sure, it had my stuff, and was arranged as I liked it to be, but it just didn’t feel like mine. With the passage of time, I’ve begun to create memories here, and it’s felt more and more like mine over the past few weeks. I love how it’s quiet and peaceful, and how I function on my own schedule. No roommates to wake me up with loud singing, or to ask me to turn the lights off when they want to sleep. No need to leave my room when I want to pray or worship.

When I get back home after a long day in the outside world, this little haven welcomes me, and reminds me of the presence of God- because in here, I can pray as loudly and as long as I want.

Also, I can walk around without clothes, which I do a lot. :p

What is your favorite thing to do and with who (or is it whom)?

My favorite thing to do is spend time with myself. This is slightly ironic because I’m primarily extroverted and I love to be with people. However, because of my hobbies- reading, writing, sleeping – I have developed my introversion. I can stay in my room all day with my laptop, or with a good book. I talk to myself, make up stories, create characters, and sing in front of my mirror! I also love to pamper myself with a good bath, body massage, facial treatment, or I’ll just do my nails!

However, my all time favorite activity is spending time with God. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to just lay on my face and worship because everything is happening so fast around me. But because of how much my time with God means to me, I’m willing to sleep an hour later, or miss out on an activity to pray, read my bible, or listen to a sermon. Those moments stolen with the Lord literally mean everything to me!

That’s it! Enjoy the rest of your week.

Finally, Chicken grandma, thank you so, so much for all your love and support of my blog! I love your comments because they’re always so warm and they make me smile! May God bless you and give you joy and peace.

Featured image from here.


The Gift is not yours

You may be the most talented person to ever walk this planet. The trees bow when you strut by, the wind bellows your name, and nations rise to praise you. You may have accumulated fame, fortune and influence. You may have armies of nations at your command. You may have all the weapons needed for mass destruction in your arsenal.

Remember, the gift is not yours.

You may never have failed a class, always reining supreme as the most stellar student wherever you’ve been. You may grasp complicated subjects with the swiftness of light. You may be your teacher’s favorite student, the most well behaved in your school, or even the dream child.

Remember, the gift is not yours.

You may have been born into affluence and influence. Your parents may live in a mansion, drive the fanciest cars, and have servants at your beck and call. You may have a family name that has afforded you access to corridors of power and the most exclusive events.

Remember, the gift is not yours.

You may have come from grass to grace. Your gift may have you sitting among kings and queens. You may rouse a standing ovation everywhere you go. You may be the underdog who blew everyone and their mothers away.

Remember, the gift is not yours.

God has given to you because He wants you to be a blessing to those around you and in your generation. Don’t let it get to your head.

When David decided to take a census in 1 Chronicles 21, his action upset the Lord so much that He punished David by killing thousands of soldiers. You may ask what David wrong did in taking a census, but the problem was that David wanted to know his military strength and prowess.

He forgot, in that moment, that the gift was not his, but the Lord’s.

Remember in Daniel 4, when Nebuchadnezzar proclaimed himself the most powerful king in the world, admiring all that he had built and created. Even while the words were still in his mouth, He was disposed of his kingdom and essentially became an animal for seven years. He forgot that the gift was not his but the Lord’s.

Examine your heart today. Are you arrogant, boastful or proud? Are you taking God’s glory for yourself? Have you lost your bearing in life, amassing wealth without giving the Lord His tithes and offerings? 

Remember, remember, that the gift is not yours.

The gift is the Lord’s.

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