(I wrote this on my Facebook page some minutes ago. So I've moved it here, because I know it will bless someone who gets to read it here too) I've gone through a lot of mental battles in the past years running up to 2020. I encountered a number of people who made me feel [...]
A number of people are familiar with the 'scribble pad' analogy of my life. For a long time, I have thought myself to be some sort of scribble pad where God writes His first drafts and makes all the adjustments to particular stories He tries to tell before sending them out for mass print. There [...]
The long awaited day had finally arrived: Bumble Bee's 4th birthday. The night before, Boo of life and I had spent some time decorating the living room with balloons, buntings and honeycomb decorations as a surprise for him the next morning. So much for being born in winter; so far, Bumble Bee has had less [...]
I came across a movie on YouTube titled 'The Train', based on the life of one of Nigeria's prolific Christian movie makers, Mike Abayomi Bamiloye. Although it's a Yoruba movie and considering I'm the fakest Yoruba girl ever, I still enjoyed every bit of this true-life story (thank God for subtitles, the Yoruba they spoke [...]
"Why do bad things happen to good people?" If you've never heard this question before, then I believe you have been living on a completely different planet from the rest of us. Anytime there is an accident or disaster that causes pain in one form or the other, that question is thrown about like pebbles [...]
If I was there, Jesus, in your days What would be my name? Where would I have stood? Would I be Mary who gave you birth? Or Herod, who sort your death? Would I have travelled like the wise men? Or held the sword across a child's head? If I was there, Jesus, in your [...]
His betrayer had given them a sign: “The One I kiss, He’s the One; arrest Him!” So he went right up to Jesus and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed Him. Matthew 26:48-49 Then one of the Temple guards standing nearby slapped Jesus across the face. “Is that the way to answer the high priest?” he demanded. [...]
You just have to let it . . .
I still worry about what others think about me. I still hope everyone likes me. I never want to be the villain in anyone's bedtime story. But in the heart of those desires is pride. My assessment of myself is based on 'goodness' not 'godliness' and if I must be truthful, like Paul, no good [...]
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Like the waves of the sea . . .
It's all about the looks.
Definitely not me!
Resurrecting the stench . . .
There's a war going on!
The time is now . . .
In a still small voice . . .
Sadly but true, this is just the beginning of the world's plunge into the sea of ludicrousness, so asking when this will end is also a waste of time.