'Pride is that ghost in your bedroom, speaking to you every night, trying to convince you not to believe in ghosts.' On the 7th of November 2016, I wrote this down for whatever reason. The Holy Spirit is my teacher and He inspires most of the things I write, and I know this is one [...]
Category: Truth Hurts . . .
“Be More Wendy”
(Written on the 19th of July, 2022) It's not every moment of our lives that become defining moments, but when those moments come, we know know without a shadow of doubt that they have come to transform us; and they are not always pretty. A few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine lost her [...]
‘UNPLUGGED’
I sat on my computer working myself away. As you can imagine, my to-do list is as long as the Great Wall of China. Unedited portrait galleries, unedited devotion and parenting episode videos, paperwork here and there and a guilty conscience from abandoned/unwritten blog posts. I'm on it . . . To help my work [...]
Recovering ‘p-p’
Daily writing promptHow often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?View all responses The fact that I'm writing this post is somewhat an answer to the question. My initial intention when I logged on to my site was to write about something else that just transpired. But, of course, I [...]
Rudolph and the Human Condition
Things are looking up for the once-rejected reindeer. He is now a public figure. In modern-day lingo, he has become a celebrity . . .
Spot the Difference
The long story starts here . . . 'You should pack your bag', Boo of life said while sorting through some papers. 'But I don't know where we're going, so you'll pack for me'. That day (October 27) was my birthday and our 10th wedding anniversary. Boo of life had planned a trip for us [...]
‘Village People’
Village people are surely out to get us . . .
Insulate ‘Christians’
As I listened to those words come out of her mouth, I became quite ashamed and worried at the same time.
Sunflower Chronicles
At the end of the last term of Nursery, Bumblebee came home with a plant in a cup. During the term, they had planted sunflower seeds and watered them till they grew out as beautiful seedlings. I placed the cup on my famous kitchen window sill and watered it as faithfully as I could. It [...]
My Healing Poster
(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 [...]
Scribble Pad
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 [...]
of Gekko Underpants and Contentment
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 [...]
When Obedience Hurts
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 [...]
Fruitful Scars: The anSpoken Story
"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 . . .
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 [...]
A Kiss and a Slap
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. [...]
Anything Can Stop You!
You just have to let it . . .
Perception
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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Thieving Tenants
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Alethea's Mind 