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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.


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Hey, my name is Alheri and I'm obsessed with Jesus. This blog is me keeping my promise to Him for answering a prayer. Purple is my favorite color and my favorite scripture is Jeremiah 32:27 which says "Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there anything too hard for me?" (KJV) You can contact me at msalheri@gmail.com

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  1. Egor F. Egbe says

    One, my father used to tell me a lot of stories about himself when i was growing up in the village. I was closest to him. My two elder sisters had already been married out. And were away, far away in Ijebu Ode and Port Harcourt. And my two elder brothers had also been taken out of our community to far away Lagos and Yoruba Land to live with my uncles.

    Though number five, I ended up closest to my father as if the heir, because I was available. I remember him telling me how they were in Burma for the WW2. He must have served in Military Engineers Corps because he kept referring to a tarred road which they made while in Burma. He talked about warships and young British soldiers whom he always thought were too young to even work considering his own age.

    He told me of his numerous dreams, (hey, hallucinations?) Nearly daily. He said many of his African mates could not understand what happened that they could not speak the same African language. And most of them looked same.

    But guess what happened! He decided not to sleep at bedtime so he shall not dream the same way everyday. Did it work? He said it did. It paid off. He began to accept extra duties at random, some for his friends who requested for relieve. Then he would be tired on such return. And log off.

    Do something. Any night you enter into horrible dreams, cut the sleep. Wake up. Eat something. Start to pray a little. Do mental songs. Change sleep routines. Sleep very early. wake very early. Pray. Read some story books. Don’t do calculations. Then Write down many disconnected sentences on various topics. You will see the hand of God stretched out to you. Listen. God will visit you literally. And God will take control of you. Amen.

    Daddy

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