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Home after Four Years

The last time I set foot in my parents’ home, I was fresh out of my first year in university in America. I got my flight ticket to go home, and as I was doing an internship with Coca-Cola in Lagos, I was home for only a few weeks. In that week plus and something odd days, both my parents traveled at different times, so I was home with my sister and cousin for some time. I only saw one of my brothers for one to two nights- as he popped by home to say hello to me and return to boarding school. You get the picture, I didn’t spend quality time with my family, and as I didn’t know that I wasn’t going to be home for the next few years, it didn’t bother me much.

But the years have flown by, I’m now a college graduate, and have a full-time job. And I have many, many milestones to count, especially in my walk with God. If you’ve been reading my blog for some time now, then you know the story.

Anyway, as God’s time is the best, I’m finally going home. My flight leaves tonight and in a few short hours, I’ll be with my mother and father and brother and sister. I have one brother who I won’t see for a while, but it’s fine, I’ll see him soon.

I’m so excited about going home that I’ve been staring at my suitcases the entire day and I haven’t even done final packing- I can’t believe it’s finally happening, so I can’t move. I know, it’s the opposite reaction, right? Most people would be ready to go for days and days, but for me, it hasn’t yet sunk in that when I get on a plane, and another plane, my family will be waiting for me at the airport.

I’m going home! To eat my mother’s food and watch news with my father (haha, yes it’s a pretty traditional setup.) I’m going home to watch Nickelodeon with my little sister and get teased by my brother. I can’t believe it. After FOUR whole years, I’m going home.

It’s going to be surreal, it’s going to be emotional, and it’s going to be overwhelming. Most importantly, at this and at every juncture of my life so far, I bask in the grace and glory of God. That I’m returning home a stronger, older, wiser woman than when I left. That my parents will look at me and say yes indeed, this is our child, our daughter. That no matter what, I still have a family to return to. It’s not a privilege that I take for granted. If you have a second to spare, please say “Thank you Jesus for Alheri.”

I’ve put on some “God is good” weight, but how couldn’t I? God has been so good! 

I’ve been out of blogging for a while now, as I’ve been trying to settle into my new life post-college. But am I back? If Jesus says so! Haha!

Till next time,


A Strong Girl

I miss my poetry days, because when this title came to me, I imagined writing a beautiful poem that would describe a strong girl, without really naming her. You get what I mean? Beautiful fiction and poetry describes a situation or a person, and then lets you state what they are. In other words, you’re conversing with the artist, where they’re saying exactly what you’re thinking.

I miss writing.

Anyway, this is a perfect segue into today’s post.

I had a really bad dream last night, actually, I had a series of bad dreams last night. Usually, when such annoying things happen, I wake up angry and roaring like a lion. But because I’m not in the best place, I woke up in a daze. I was sad and upset, but I felt powerless and defeated. So I sat on my couch and started perusing the world wide web.

After several wasted hours, I had a conversation with my best friend, and then I had dinner, and I finally felt the cloud lifting. I was once again joyful.

For me, the most tangible fruits of the presence of God are joy and peace. So when I finally felt joyful and peaceful, I knew that it was time to fight. It was time to roar like a lion and smash the devil on his head.

I thought back to my college dorm room, from my senior year. I remembered sitting on my bed, looking out the window, while I spent time with the Lord for hours on end. I thought about the red, fluffy rug I inherited from my friend Amber, and all the prayers I had said lying on that rug, all the times I danced and danced on that rug by myself, until I was reeling in laughter, imagining what God would think of a crazy young girl dancing by herself, giving praise to her Father.

And I thought about myself now. The way an annoying dream had defeated me. I thought about how just one night encounter that was undesirable had made me afraid and upset.

Naaaaah, that’s not who you are, Alheri, I said to myself. And once again, the Lord lifted me from sadness, and into joy and peace.

I think about my future often. I think about the days when my life will be a signpost of God’s faithfulness to millions around the globe. Those days are here already, and this is only the beginning. I imagine myself being interviewed on the world’s most illustrious stages, declaring the goodness and kindness of God.

I am a woman destined for greatness.

Funny how I can finally call myself a woman. I ran away for so long, referring to myself as a girl, but I’m 23 now, and I think it’s time to accept that I’m a young woman. 😦

I am a woman destined for greatness. I have the confidence of Jesus in me. No devil, no devil, no devil and their grandmother can stand in my way. I am coming. And when I say that, I mean it. I am coming, guns blazing and sirens sounding, Alheri is coming. The kingdoms of this world have not seen anything yet. Because the bible says that the righteous are as bold as a lion, and because I have the righteousness of Christ, I am coming. I AM COMINGGG!

I will go places where my parents could never have dreamed. I will do things that my peers never could have done. I will lead my organization into exploits. People will be blessed by their association with me. I bring joy and pride to my parents. Nations will scramble to meet me. My voice will proclaim the goodness of Jesus, my hands will do wonders for the Lord.

I declare it to be so, in the name of Jesus, it is so.

You devil attacking me in my dreams, I suggest you pack your luggage and leave right this moment. This young woman is NOT YOUR CANDIDATE.

Alheri has the ownership mark of Jesus Christ on her forehead, and she is destined for EXPLOITS for the kingdom of God. No devil can stand in her way, so it’s either you move of you get bulldozed.

Anyone energized? Anyone feeling empowered? You are a child of God, bold as a lion. Walk in your stride and hold down your own.

Featured image from here.

Still Standing, Standing Still

2017 has been the best year of my life. I know, I know, I say that at the end of every year, but it is not because I merely feel like it, but because it is true.

Before 2017, 2016 was the best year of my life. This year was better than 2016, as was 2016 better than 2015, and so on. And guess what, 2018 is going to be an even better year for me. And for you, if you would believe.

Over the past few weeks, Psalm 65 has appeared and reappeared in my personal bible studied (which I’ve been very bad at.)

First, I was praying to God to hit my targets at work, and I was praying Psalm 65:2, which says “O You who hear prayer, To You all flesh will come.”

And as I prayed for the Lord who answers prayer to help me in my targets at work, Psalm 65:11 came to my mind. It says “You crown the year with Your goodness, And Your paths drip with abundance.”

I went back and read the entire Psalm 65, and it is one beautiful psalm.

In all, there are a few things I’ve learned from God this year.

1. Still Standing– I’ve been through things this year, and let me be very honest and transparent (as I like to be haha). Prayer works, and prayer is the most powerful force on earth.

I started this year with a bad dream.

In the dream (which later inspired one of the short stories in my thesis collection,) I was asked to pray in the church of my favorite preacher in the whole wide world. But I was too shy to proclaim Jesus in front of the crowd. I told them that I was writing my prayer points down, and waiting for people outside to come inside. We still have time, I joked, let’s wait for latecomers to settle down before we start praying. But just before I was finally going to pray, the lead pastor of that church came in and I scurried to my seat. He said a few things, and mentioned that the youth in the church were going to be singing “Glorious Deliverer” for our next ministration.

And so, the pastor of the church asked someone to start singing, so we could begin the rehearsals. The man was struggling with the lyrics, the melody, and everything about the song. I was frustrated, because anyone who knows me knows that I love that song, I can sing it even in my sleep. So the youth pastor mentioned to the head pastor, “Oh, Alheri is here, and she knows the song.” The head pastor said something that broke my heart. He said “Which Alheri? The Alheri who can’t even pray in front of the church?” And so I was bypassed from leading my favorite song in front of the church. Mortified, I watched the head pastor walk to his car, much too shaken to approach him and appeal.

I woke up from that dream determined that I was never going to let go of the gift that God has given to me. It will never be said that I was unable to open my mouth and pray in front of a crowd. And so, I began to fast. I prayed and fasted from January to March. I was addicted to prayer and fasting. I would walk around my college campus at midnight, praying and making declarations over the campus, praying into my future, into my thesis, into my job. Into my life.

Needless to say, the rest of the year was a testimony. I graduated with High Honors, got a job two days after my graduation, moved to Ireland, got an apartment, and finally found a church. All of those things are testimonies of their own, and for space and time, I can’t go into more detail.

Here’s what I can say- God has been faithful.


2. Standing Still Since I moved to Dublin (more like since summer,) I’ve been struggling in my faith. It’s funny isn’t it? After fasting for three months, and walking around at midnight like a maniac praying and declaring, I was unable to consistently manage quiet time. I was ashamed of myself. Me? Who was once obsessed with prayer and fasting? And I didn’t even have the patience to pray for a few minutes per day.

The biggest struggle in this season has been consistency. Here’s what has happened- I have a pinch from God, I pray and fast for a few days, get hot, and then, as though doused by cold water, I find no vim to pray. No motivation, no desire.

Coming to Dublin made it even worse, mostly because I don’t really do well with change in environment and routine. In school, I was able to manage my energy and my time while I fasted. But while at home in New York, I fell out, and worse, when I came to Dublin and started on a new job, I felt suppressed. I felt like I couldn’t do anything. I felt like there was a blanket over my atmosphere that was preventing me from praying.

Now, for someone with the understanding the Lord has given to me, you would expect that I would at least take the time to pray through the dip, That I would pray through until I eventually was able to pray as much as I was able to while in college. But alas.

There was one time a few weeks ago, when I was deep in my struggle. And I simply said to God– no matter what I do, or what happens to me, I will show up before you. I will show up, I will show up, I will show up.

However, today, the testimony I have is that I’m standing still. I’m still standing and I’m standing still. No matter what has happened, I have come boldly before the throne of Grace, inspired and encouraged by my best friend, and helped greatly by the Holy Spirit.

I know it’s Christmas Day, Merry Christmas.

But for me, it’s the final 7 days of this year, I’m taking inventory of 2017, and settling 2018 in the spiritual realm. The bible says that the secret of the Lord is with those who fear Him. I need to know the secrets of my life for 2018. I need to pray through this rubbish cloud that has challenged my prayer life in 2017.

By this time next year, my testimony will be different. I will not only be standing still, or still standing. I will be soaring. Will you join me?

Merry Christmas once again! May the joy and peace of Christmas be with you and your family!

Featured image from here.

My world needs you

Hello everyone,

It’s a cold day here in Dublin, but I’m happy and grateful for life, despite being a little more tired than usual for a Tuesday.

Today I have a song to share. It’s not a new song, and I’ve heard it quite a few times, but this afternoon, as I was thinking and asking God for grace over all aspects of my life, the song took on a new depth for me.

The song is called My World Needs You, by Kirk Franklin, and a few other artistes.

I really hope someone is blessed by listening. 🙂

May God bless you all, and may all of us in desperate need of God’s help always remember that He is AN EVER present help in times of trouble, and actually at all times.


Streams and The Spirit

Hello everyone!

First, apologies on not responding to comments individually as I liked to do in the past. Now I literally blog while I have time during the work day, so I post and vanish till the next time I want to post. But I read every comment, and I’m deeply grateful for your love and support.

Over the weekend, I read a scripture that moved me immensely. I was lying on my bed talking to God, telling Him that I feel a little thirsty in my spirit. Like, I was longing to spend time with Him, but I had been so tired, and making unwise choices (like watching late night movies haha) so I hadn’t been able to wake up and spend time with Him in the morning, as I love to.

And then, somehow, I came across Isaiah 44: 1-4

“But now listen, Jacob, my servant,

   Israel, whom I have chosen.

2 This is what the Lord says—

   he who made you, who formed you in the womb,

   and who will help you:

Do not be afraid, Jacob, my servant,

   Jeshurun, whom I have chosen.

3 For I will pour water on the thirsty land,

   and streams on the dry ground;

I will pour out my Spirit on your offspring,

   and my blessing on your descendants.

4 They will spring up like grass in a meadow,

   like poplar trees by flowing streams.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I read that scripture. It was written just for me. The Lord was showing me exactly what I needed to read. He will not only pour water on me, but He will pour out His spirit on me, and I will bear fruit.

I don’t know if someone needs this message today, or if I’m the only one feeling like I could be a little more robust in my spiritual life and so on. But if this is a message you need to hear, I want you to know that God has not forgotten about you. He will fill your heart with all the love and joy that you need to live abundantly. Remember that the bible says that He always, always causes us to triumph.

That said, I wish you all a wonderful week ahead, and I want you to you to bask in God’s love today.

Homesickness and rememory

This has been a most beautiful week. Easily one of the most beautiful weeks I’ve had in Dublin. I’ve made friends, whose company I truly enjoy; I’m getting a hang of my role at work, and I can find my way around this new city much easier than before.

But it’s also been a most emotional week, the good emotions though. Joy, peace, gratitude, clarity of thought (is that an emotion?)

Yesterday I went to see a movie with my friends at 10pm (don’t worry, my area is safe.) It wasn’t the wisest decision as we all had work the next day, but as one of my friends said, you only live once. Also tickets were only 8euros so it was a financially smart decision.

On our way back, my friends and I (me and three guys) took pictures by the bridge, and generally made good cheer. I must have used the word “beautiful” at least a hundred times. The bridge was beautiful, as was the water, and the sky, and people, and life, and God’s goodness. As I stood by the Samuel Beckett bridge overlooking the Liffey, I realized that indeed, God is wonderful, and His mercies endure forever.

If you’ve been reading my blog for long enough, you know a little bit of my story. You know about that time when I was almost kicked out of school because of no school fees. You remember when my grandmother died, and how I had to mourn alone far away from my family. You also remember when I was severely stressed out in school. You know that I don’t deny the incredible privilege that I have in my parents, who have sacrificed everything to give me the education I have today. You know of the friends who have held my hands and prayed me through thick and thin.

One big prayer I said when I knew that I was moving from New York to Dublin was that God would expand my heart to make room in my heart for me to meet and embrace new friends. I prayed that when people saw me, that they would see a most joyful, peaceful, and compassionate spirit. I literally want people to see me and want to fall into my arms because they are reminded of the peaceful and joyful love of Jesus. I want people to see the Grace of God all around me.

That has come with a lot of almost crying moments, because God has made my heart so tender towards His children, and has given me some new grace to give allowance, to give space, to let people blossom into their own selves.

This afternoon at work, I’m listening to some of my favorite albums over the past few years. I’ve listened to a little bit of Asa’s Bed of Stone, and Brymo’s Klitoris, and Simi’s Simisola. As you all know, music always transports me to specific place in time and a specific location. So these songs are reminding of where God has brought me from, of how good He’s been to me. How He has carried me in His arms and given me all the grace I’ve needed. Indeed, great is His faithfulness, and all I have needed in life, His arms have provided.

Look how far He’s brought me, and rejoice with me. Think about His mercy and remember that He is close to you. Be encouraged.

What’s my point in writing all these?

I want you to hold on. I want you to know that the sun always shines again, that God is infinitely good, and His lovingkindness is eversure.

I want you to know that nothing you have is for you. You’re much too small for all of God’s blessings to be yours only. He has given you the joy and the peace and the grace that you enjoy for you to tell the whole world about His goodness and kindness.

Now that I’ve told you, go forth and spread the good news!



Some days are like that

Hello everyone, I hope you’re all doing very well.

Life still gets overwhelming.

A few days ago, I was having a conversation with my recruiter; as in, the lady who called me and liked me and passed me through the first round of interviews for my job. As we spoke over hot chocolate, she asked me about how I’m adapting to my new city and job and life. I’m adapting well, I said, but it’s still just hitting me that when I packed my bags and waved goodbye to New York, I was heading into a city that I had never even visited. I was essentially heading out into the unknown.

All I had, as I made that big move, were my faith in God and my trust in His promises. And boy has He been good!

However, some days, like today, I still get overwhelmed. I’m here at work, trying to work well. I’m at that phase where I kind of know enough to walk around my office and my city without the fear of getting lost. But on the other hand, I’m still growing, I’m still learning, I’m still getting used to this new life. There’s a lot I don’t know. Still.

(An aside– here’s a song my father sang for me over the phone sometime ago. I quite enjoy old music, so I’m sharing it here so that my daddy will smile when he sees that I’ve been actively listening to the music of his youth haha)

Today started off as an amazing day. Last night, I slept earlier than I have in a long long time, so I woke up more refreshed than usual. But sometime after lunch, this veil of fear came over me. I’m not suffering from imposter syndrome, but I’m wondering how I will make it. Will I hit my targets, will I perform well at my job?

Honestly, I know in my heart that the answer to those questions is yes, but I still wonder how I will climb the mountain. How will the journey be? How will my performance at this job go?

A friend of mine just reminded me that I serve a God of overflow. He said that just at God has given me above and beyond what I imagine, He will bring my performance to above and beyond what I imagine. And everyone will marvel, and I will point them to my Jehovah over-do. The one who strengthens me.

I have been meditating on Psalm 18, and these are a few verses that have been immensely comforting to me.

“He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet, and setteth me upon my high places.

34 He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.

35 Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation: and thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great.

36 Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, that my feet did not slip.

37 I have pursued mine enemies, and overtaken them: neither did I turn again till they were consumed.”

I hope this little cute except of Psalm 18 brings you all the joy you need for this present season of your life. Remember that God has strengthened your feet like hinds’ feet, He has set you up on high places, and taught your hands to war. By your hands, a bow of steel is broken. What strength, what immense strength!

I wish you God’s good blessings today and always!

Featured image from here.

How is this done, again?

Long post ahead, but so so worth it haha!

So… here am I. Sitting at my desk, at work, at 6:16pm on a dark Monday evening, because it’s winter here and daylight is gone by 4 or 5pm, at the latest.

I can’t believe my life– how gloriously beautiful it is, and how deliriously happy I am. I can’t believe how grateful I am. How excited I am. How kind my Father is.

Thing is this: I try and try, but there are no words or ways to describe our God. There’s nothing I can say that will quantify the magnitude and depth of love and gratitude that I feel towards this God.

There are a few things I’ve learned over the past few months that I’ve been away from the blog. The biggest of them is that God is faithful. He is kind, and He is loving, and His very existence is love.

To avoid rambling, here are snippets of what I’ve learned over the months.

1. Gratitude will carry you– Yesterday was thanksgiving service at church. And I danced and danced and danced and danced. I was dancing so much I was almost in tears, like that dance that comes from deep within your spirit that makes you want to just remove your clothes and dance some more. I had to keep dancing to stop myself from crying like a baby, because I kept thinking about God and all that He’s done for me. It’s really crazy, isn’t it?

Look at me– I grew up in a small town in Kaduna south in Nigeria, but God took me. He snatched me and gave me the best education and now look where I am? Sometimes I want to just hold God and shake Him and yell “do you know how good you are? Do you have the slightest idea of how kind and loving you are? What are you, this God? Who are you? Tell me and I’ll search for you my entire life, and then I’ll die and go to heaven and love you some more.

2. True peace lies in the arms of Jesus– You can search far and wide, go high or low, but you’ll never find it like Jesus gives it. When I just got here, I had trouble sleeping because I was in a new environment and my mind was all over the place. But now, I sleep like a baby, and I want to sleep and sleep and sleep. God is making my new apartment a home for me. This new life is slowly and surely beginning to feel like mine. This is me, a full time employee of one of the best companies in the world. This is me, having a routine, and doing well, and spreading the love of Jesus. Most of all, this is me, trusting God like no man’s business. This is me, loving God will all my breath.

3. You will grow up, and get better– I remember in my third year of college, I made a pact to wake up at 7am to have personal bible study for at least one hour before beginning my day. Needless to say, that only went on for a few days. But now, look at me? Waking up and having quality personal time before beginning my day. When I was a little younger, I always thought that I’d do really badly with a routine, that I’d never be disciplined, that I’d never be an excellent individual. But, although I’m not like Daniel yet, I’m making my way there. God is holding my hand and leading me on. And here am I, completely emotional that God has given all of this to me.


Yesterday evening, I was having a conversation with two of my friends– the most handsome twins I’ve ever seen. Doesn’t help that they’re also very kind and sweet and God fearing– which is such a breath of fresh air. I think about them and heave a sigh like, yes, somebody finally gets this God thing.

Anyway, we were talking about life and God. I told them about an event we had at work, where some black students around the area came for a career day at the office. In the students’ eyes, I could see passion and a strong zeal to succeed. They asked question after question about how I applied, and how I got here, the application process, my experience so far. And most of all, they left me lost for words.

I’m not here because of anything I’ve done. As I’ve said on this blog, I wasn’t the brightest student in secondary school. In fact, I was consistently close to the bottom of the entire class haha. Then I went to A’Levels and somehow found myself. And in university, God gave me the grace to actually embrace the gifts that He’s given to me (like writing haha). He led me to courses that would come easily to me, and that I’d love. He helped me graduate with an excellent result, and now He’s given me a wonderful job.

I certainly am not the most organized or disciplined person there is. I’m definitely not the smartest, neither am I the best at anything. I don’t even pray as much as I should. I could give more, be kinder, and be more loving. But God. My God is a faithful God and He’s kept me in His love.

I have only one answer to the question of what I myself have done- prayer and fasting. I don’t like to say this much, but this story would be incomplete without mentioning that I prayed and fasted to God from the depth of my heart at the beginning of this year. I wanted a smooth transition. I wanted to have more than enough cause to testify. I spent almost the first two months of the year fasting. And God heard. That’s it. Life hasn’t been perfect, but He’s been a most perfect God to me.

I don’t know how else to say it. I don’t know what else to say. But that I called on God and He’s been good to me. He’s answered me, He has given me much more than I could ever imagine or ask or think. He’s a good, good, Father. He’s the best decision I’ve ever made. I only pray for grace to serve Him more.


Side note- please pray for God to make a way for me to go to church more often. Like during the week. Sundays are fine because I take the bus to church, but on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which are bible study days, it’s so hard to get to church after work because of the long bus ride and the unreliable bus system, and the fact that I don’t have a phone (long story lol)  But God who has brought me this far will take me farther.

On this blog, I’ve shared sadness, grief, tears, disappointment, and joy. But one thing is certain- that God is good, and I want you to know Him. I want you to develop a loving relationship with Him, because that’s where life really is!

Feels great to be back here!


Angels All Around

I’m incredibly horrible at saying goodbye. When the moment to move forward comes, I have this lump in my throat, and it always seems like the tears are lurking somewhere behind my eyes. Today, I took one of my closest friends to the bus station for her to catch a bus back home. Yeah, I’m being vague with where the “home” is, because we’re all in such a transient phase of our lives that it’s difficult to tell where our homes actually are. It’s this interesting phase between officially still living with your parents, so their house is home, but you’re also done with college, so we’re now officially considered adults. 
Anyway, just before she left, we prayed. While I was busy committing this girl to God’s hands, she began to cry. It took everything in me to not cry as well. What use would it have been? I was trying to be strong, despite the very drastic change that will come from seeing each other daily for most of college, and now not knowing when next we’ll spend time together. 

Transitions are difficult, but they also foster incredible growth. I say this thinking about myself, as I’ll begin a new work position in a country and continent I’ve never visited in a few week’s time. It won’t be like college, where I had a few friends already before I arrived. I’m moving a new place. I don’t really know anyone there, I only have my trust in the God who created the universe and everything in it. I trust that God will take me where I need to be and provide a new community to add to the friends and family members I already have. 
One prayer I say very often is that God will enlarge my heart. I want to be love and compassion personified. I want people to see me and gravitate towards a sweet spirit, where they can lay their heads and be gently redirected to Jesus Christ. I want to live and show Jesus in everything I do.
I pray that moving to a new country will somehow enable me to enlarge my heart and make room for more. To give more of myself to people, to serve God more, to love Him more, and to love myself more. 
This is my short reflection for today. Other than that, I’ve been doing very well. Incredibly well, actually. I was in the post grad funk for just a few short weeks, but now I’ve accepted the fact that I will have a full time job and a completely new routine from anything I’ve ever known in my life. I don’t know exactly where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing this time next year, except that I hope I still have and do enjoy my new job haha. But one thing I’m certain of is the fact that God is good and His love endures forever. 
He’s carried me from my home country to four years in the U.S., where I’ve experienced incredible growth and made amazing friends, like the one who was weeping like a baby at the bus station this morning haha. As I too will move on very soon, He’ll carry me and give me new friends and a community of people who will love Him and love me as well.
I hope you’re all doing well. ❤

Tricky, tricky, summertime

Summer isn’t usually my best season spiritually. The lack of structure often throws me off balance, and because in the past, I didn’t have the best work ethic and discipline, my spiritual life often slacked. But this summer has been different. It’s not anything I’ve done differently, but it’s about a God who’s faithful whenever we ask. I prayed to God that this summer, I would draw closer to Him like never before, and despite being only a few weeks in, I can see a noticeable difference.

I realize now that I had been in a season of my life that has come to an end. Over the past seven or so weeks, from about the beginning of May till early June, it was as though a dark cloud hovered above my head. I’m not being dramatic. I’m usually very joyful, even in the face of the gravest situations, but for some reason, I found that I wasn’t feeling that Jesus joy down in my soul.

Today I write because I am in a different season. I am in a very different time. I feel this energy in my spirit and I know, I just know, that the next season of my life will be amazing. Amazing like bright colors and fireworks in the sky. Amazing because me and Jesus have just has another intense season and I’ve come out of it invigorated. 


Here are a few things I’ve learned

What goes on inside you is more important than what goes on outside. I used to think that crises only happened externally. I used to think that problems only come at us. Now I realize that the things from within can cause much more turmoil to your life than the things from outside. I was so fearful of my post graduation season that I felt very crippled. I had prayed and fasted and trusted God for so much that when He did grant my requests, I did not even remember how to be joyful and how to praise Him. I was in mild denial that He had done all that He did. How pitiful. We ask and ask from God, and then He does, and we don’t even know how to react. Thankfully, I regained a new balance and I look back now in total awe of God’s mercy. 

I’ve learned that when Jesus is sitting in your boat, you can be at a storm and still have peace, perfect peace that the world cannot take away from you.

It is important to note what you do when you don’t feel your best. I wouldn’t ordinarily share this, but I did a fast that I believe loosened the post-grad lethargy I had been feeling for a few weeks now. I didn’t eat for three days, and on the last day, I had a very important phone call. Although the meeting didn’t go as I’d hoped, I clearly heard the Lord telling me to go and eat, although it was only about noon and I had planned to eat at 6pm. I felt like David in 2 Samuel 12, where he pleaded with the Lord to spare the life of his first son with Bathsheba. The Lord rejected David’s plea and the son still died, but right afterwards, David bathed and ate, although he had been in mourning and prayer for one whole week.

After my phone call I ate, knowing in my heart that God had perfected all that concerns me. He has perfected every single thing that concerns me. Isn’t that an amazing promise? He has perfected every single little bit of every tiny thing that concerns Alheri. Isn’t He amazing?

I wrote about the fast because I think fasting is an amazing spiritual exercise. When we take our minds off food and our physical needs, we wait on God in a way that we wouldn’t ordinarily do. We lay ourselves out before Him and indicate that we’re desperate, we’re serious, and we’re ready to hear from Him.

I knew that something wasn’t right with me. I knew, without a doubt, that I was going through a season, and that God was calling me to “come up higher,” and now that I look back at how I responded to that call, I can only thank God for the spirit of obedience. I want to to encourage you to fast. When times are hard, fast. When all is rosy, fast. When you feel spiritually stale, fast. You can go any period of time, but make a deliberate and intentional effort to wait upon the Lord. It is always worth it.


In the past few days, I spent a lot of time asking myself why I write this blog. I don’t necessarily see myself as an encourager or an inspirer. All I do here is share my journey with God, because I strongly believe that in the word of the Lord, there is inspiration and encouragement. I share what God has done for me, because the testimony of the righteous encourages.

I believe that as I say what’s on my mind and heart through the different seasons of my life, you too are encouraged in your journey with God.

I pray that you encounter Him, that you go farther in your journey with God, not merely because you’ve heard about Him, but because you want to experience Him for yourself.

If I get to heaven and one person points at me and says I encouraged them in their journey of faith, I will be eternally satisfied. Just to know that you read my tiny corner of the world wide web and were encouraged to live a life for Jesus, that’s all I want. That God will use me, everything about me, to bring glory to His name. That’s true fulfilment.

If you’re giving up, please don’t. Jesus sees you and He heard your heart’s cry. He will pull you out and He will come to your comfort. Today I have joy in my heart that is bubbling and literally keeping me up all night studying the word of God and pressing further into Jesus. That can be your story, too. This can be your reality.

Jesus has promised that all those who come to Him, He will in no wise cast out. Give your heart to Him today and watch Him transform your life.


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