BEAUTIFUL LIFE

My flesh, oh my flesh! Why dost thou plague me! There are days that my flesh goes on rampage and I mean RAMPAGE!!! On those days my flesh is convinced that it knows what’s best for me and overrides my mind. When the things my body feels flood my mind, it takes it upon itself to derive possible ways that my flesh can be satisfied. For the record, I am saved. The voices in my head push me to a place of indulgence and try as I may, I cannot seem to overcome this. Paul is so accurate when he says we are tempted by our own evil desires. A lot of that temptation comes from a secret place in my mind where a lot of evil desires are stashed. Desires that I cannot even admit to myself. I have started to realise that all the times I have fallen, it’s been because I feel like superwoman. “I’m too big for my body too control me. Temptation is for the weak!” (Insert laughing emoji). I am not strong! I am so weak and frail! I do not have the strength to overcome any tempt

This post is about a very special someone who has proved on more than one occasion to be a shoulder I can lean on with no judgement. Life has a way of causing our paths to cross with some of the most amazing and definitely also fake people. Today I write about someone who keeps teaching me, without even trying, the value of a friend. I won’t be so bold as to call him my best-friend so I’ll stick with guardian angel. I don’t know if you’ve ever had seasons where you don’t seem to understand yourself and you hardly would blame people for steering clear of you. Sometimes you even make it easier and stay away from them so they won’t have to feel obligated to carry your burden. Yeah. I know. That’s some very deep emotional ish. I have had seasons like that. See I’m not a crier and I’m not a person who looks for sympathy either. I have taught myself over the years to look out for me and deal with myself without necessarily drawing anyone in. So, one day a few years back, I met thi

“What is your obsession with women? It’s like every conversation with you involves women empowerment or something women-related. Breathe madam, breathe!” I couldn’t help but laugh at how accurate a description of me this was. I just did not agree with the way he made it sound so insufferable. I am very passionate about women and helping them discover who they are (definitely within the confines of God’s word). I believe that a woman who knows what she’s about is an invaluable treasure to humanity and can literally hold the world together. I believe women must know who they are to be able to grasp such a thing as a beautiful world. Don’t get it twisted. I am no man-hater. Heck, majority of my friends are men. I am that kind of ‘feminist’ who believes that the world needs both men and women. Yes, that feminist who believes that women only need to discover and be comfortable with who they are to co-exist with men. I don’t believe in the battle of the sexes, that’s a fallacy.

I think the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself – Rita Mae Brown Too many times I have not been content with who I am physically, emotionally and mentally. I have allowed people to make me feel less than I am because of who they thought I should have been at that moment. I have let myself believe that I need to fit in- conform to the statusquo and I can assure you that’s an extremely miserable place to be. Despite similarities in culture, temperaments, character, upbringing and education, each of us are uniquely different. God did not create many copies of the same thing. Many times we question our ability to do things and listen to negativity so much that we drop our dreams altogether. Negativity should never be the reason you give up your dream. Don’t get me wrong, criticism is very important but never allow anyone’s opinion of your dream to be the reason why you quit. In that moment of course that negativity is hurtful but don’t m

I’ve always wondered what the direct opposite of ruthless is because I have encountered a woman who I would classify as Ruthful! Today I was reading the book of Ruth whose testimony is summarized in 4 chapters and I was amazed at this young Moabite woman. She was made a wife by a young Israelite man when his family settled in Moab. I imagine she must have been quite the looker to have caught his eye and the envy of many of her peers to have gotten ‘wifed up’ by a man who belonged to the chosen nation. It must have been a dream come true because let’s face it, many young women dream of the day they’ll get married, have a home of their own and beautiful babies to crown it all. So with the first step in that direction out of the way, her expectation must have increased. Unfortunately, her husband died. So did his Father and brother. Leaving her broken and confused and crushed. She grieved with Naomi and her sister in law who both were dealing with his trauma. Seeing as she ha

The valley of decision is quite the place to be. It can be very irritating and yet very hilarious at the same time. Lately I have found myself at such a place where the crossroads are so extreme that whichever route I choose to take leaves a permanent impression on me psychologically. Heck even emotionally, it has taken its toll on me. It is in this valley of decision that I have met the most selfish elements of people I hardly expected and the most loving elements still of people I have not expected. I have watched people who thought my life depended on them dwindle into hardly the dusty residue of a high speed car on life’s freeway. I have equally watched people who were just but a speck graduate into such amazing sources of support that cannot be neglected. I would like to believe that life is made up of three kinds of people. Those who impact you, those you impact and those who waste your time. Every category has the right to exist right where they are in regard to you a

This Sunday I visited at a Church which is not my regular Church to fellowship with them. It was, different like really different. Religion and faith aside it was different. The sermon was superb with the preacher talking about divine visitation, why and how it happens then he summed it up with intercession for our nation that God would visit our institutions. It was well delivered and he kept time which is a big issue for me. Anyhow, before offertory time the choir did a rendition of Detrick Haddon’s Amen and boy or boy, my ears were under prepared for what then ensued. It was brutal, brutal, brutal like literally speaking. The female tenor pitched not sang through the song. The soprano was too soft, the alto guy was too loud and the instruments were double loud. So the lead singer had to shout to out compete the instruments and I was seated near one of the speakers. The shocker for me was that there were no monitors near the choir so they by no means could have guessed wha