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365 days of disclosure

Many of which were a blur

Unclear paintings of me

Trying to build a new life – a new me

Struggling between holding the reins

And letting go for Omega who reigns

Forgetting that Alpha started it

And stands at the end to complete it

Prayers in May that birthed a vision

Supplication became a mission

Of equations that end in same numbers

Of serene sleep and slumbers

Again I stand at the door

Looking back at my store

But gripping unto futures hope

A new age of beauty's scope

I flourish

I flourish

I flourish

Opening this door of light

I am ready to continue the fight

Baring my scars as conqueror

Offspring of the divine Emperor

I win

I win

I win

 

What If Jesus

What if Jesus had spent his adult years sulking about the circumstances of His birth, growing up as a carpenters son and trekking the length and breath of Isreal?

What if Jesus had spent his days questioning His destiny because his past was in a manger? What if He began to doubt His divinity because of His birth place?

Oh and Egypt, what if it wasn’t cool to be from Africa? How about his hands, He must have ruined His fingers being a carpenter’s apprentice

So established, Jesus’ background sucks!

But we never hear Him wallow in self pity or doubt His glorious future because of His ugly past.

He didn’t contemplate suicide because the thought of the cross was too dark

Jesus stayed in the future. He kept His focus on what was to come, the glorious days that the growing pains will reveal. He lived the past and present based on the word, the prophecies not questioning the process but loving the product – YOU, ME . . . US

He bore His past like a general with battle scars

He lived His present like a man on a mission

He certified a future by love’s call setting an example for us to follow

Listen;

There will be pain and scars, battles to fight, mind strongholds to pull down, all as a result of our journey to greatness.

But like Jesus, we look to the life after the cross, the glorious existence with Abba Father and we forget the past and set our minds on Him

Jesus, His life, His death, His burial, His ressurection

And because He now lives like the king He is we’ve got no choice but to do same

He is risen.

Jesus Our Christ is risen!

Praying Is Living

It's a WIN-WIN situation!

Praying Is Living is a personal project to get people to pray more.

It's easier to pray when you know someone is praying with or for you.

I decided to spend more time praying for and with people than I do praying for myself and it has made a huge difference.

It's like giving. Although you give with a heart of love you will get a reward because it's a principle. Imagine when you spend time praying for or with someone else, you are giving of your time and getting edified also because you are spending time with God.

It's a win-win situation!

Why not pray then? You've got everything to gain.

No doubt He will do much more than you can ever imagine.
Let your praise go up and then the blessings will come down

#PrayingIsLiving is usually any 1 hour on a given date.

Ihotu Amuta
#PrayingIsLiving

My Many Faces

                        

A few days ago my sister asked how many faces they were in this picture and we all got it right and it got me thinking about how many "talents" I had that would be called my many faces.

To some I'm daughter, sister others friend, buddy, colleague, consultant, teacher and still others see me as writer, speaker, strategist and trainer. 

Someone asked me once if I would compromise on any one of my faces at anytime maybe for a guy, someone else said maybe I should slow down not to frighten them away. 

I say, what would I say to my Abba Father if I bury my talents in the ground and do not get 10 more? What would happen to those who need me to be the face they can relate with to live life a little better? Shouldn't the people in your life enhance you rather than make you hide?


I choose my 10 talents and I wear my many faces with pride.
To all the multi talented people, we make the world the eclectic place of colour it should be. #Talented #Faces #Life #Love #Give #Purpose #JustBe #StrongWoman #Passion

Photo credit: anonymous

Voices That Live

I have questioned many things in my life mainly because other people questioned them and this threatens to awaken my slumbering worry-nature.

The concern or sometimes outright pity in their eyes makes me wonder if something went wrong or if I went wrong and I begin to doubt myself and then God.

But then I remember that just His voice brings life into every seemingly dead situation and yet again I lay it all down at the altar, acknowledge my weakness and helplessness and let God rule!!! So when my heart gets heavy by a careless comment made in concern or spite I remember that I listen to His voice and it gives life to my seeming handicap, dead situation or lack and I #rest because HE HAS SPOKEN!!! John 5:24-26

The question is: who's voice speaks to your situations?

Who's voice do you listen to?

#voiceofGod #Jesusbaby #churchgirl #biblestudent #life #peace #love

Saved By Sacrifice

He thought he heard a tremor in the ground

And because he was expecting it Corban knew it had to be it
He had waited 3 days to hear it.
It was what he had read about and what his mother believed but his father was a sceptic being a man of the robes and all. He agreed to the rising but not of a nobody whose activities were questionable or were they?
Corban had always followed his mother to the chagrin of his father but she was always right.
As he trembled from hair tips to toe nails, he wished he was standing right in front of the great stone when it happen.

He wasn't an ordinary spectator like many others.
They had had a conversation once even though he spoke and all he got was a wide smile and a slight nod. But ever since then anytime their eyes met there was recognition in his and of course that smile.

Everybody knew the smile even the men of robes, he smiled at everyone especially the children. Some said his affinity to children was because they had hearts unsoiled by life and his mother said, children were his until they began to make their own choices
He never really understood that but he his mother always read the writings of Moses and they had the ability to make you sound crazy

As he ran to the great stone he saw his mother’s friends leaving in a big hurry and he stopped. They walked past him consumed by their haste and didn't see him. All it seemed Mary kept saying was "alive alive alive" as they broke into a run. He also ran to the great stone that now lay on the ground slightly leaning on the side of the rock but no longer blocking the doorway and he looked in and it was empty. Mary's voice came back to him "alive alive alive" and he laughed out loud for so long he was sure he would wake up the sleeping guards. His mother was right after all. Oh the look on the faces of the men of robes, hehehehehe....now his father would take an early retirement and listen to his wife.

As Corban ran after His mother’s friends, he knew she will be with them at the shelter. They had been therefore the 3 days waiting to prove everyone else wrong.
He entered the room and saw his mother’s eyes awash with tears and she looked up at him and smiled and in the loudest whisper she said YESHUA IS RISEN

As they began to dance and rejoice, 1 of the 70 (you knew them by their wristbands) said,
Lift Him up oh lands and peoples
YESHUA is alive
Just like it was told to us
And now we have experienced
YESHUA is the saviour
He has led us straight to God
We are now made whole by His gift
Free to live free
No more blood sacrifices
YESHUA's blood has done it once for all

Corban was so lost in the frenzy he didn't see his father sneak into the room and hug his mother mouthing a "thank you". His robe was gone now he was just a man saved by sacrifice.

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Before I shut my eyes to my minds wanderings

And enjoy the visions of a new year

Let me once again pen down words of gratitude

And frame my heart in letters that can be shared

To my God, Father, Love and Satisfaction – in You I exist in total bliss

To my Parents and siblings, my first partners – in you I receive love unconditionally

To my friends, my mentors and protégés  – in you I see self-affirmation

To all who say a prayer for me – in you I have confidence

Thank you

I am grateful

I still have many more years to prove you right

I will say the prayers of replenishing for you

For the blessings I will enjoy from your goodwill

May my hearts joy at this moment be your reality.


Amen

My Sunday Prayer

                                       

                                          Lord You Know the mess we make of our lives, 

                                      let Your word today renew our minds that our hearts 

     

                                         may be restored to love you as purely and simply

                                                              as is possible to man. 

                               And to love our neighbours past our present hurts and discord. 

                                      And to be as You intended, a people of worship and

                                      

                                                                love and character,

                   

                                               showing the world the way to you by these. 

                                                                         Amen

A LETTER FROM GOD TO WOMEN

When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects his heart and his lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do.

Around this one bone I shaped you. I modelled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully.

A Single Lady’s Prayer

Lord give me my own man
Who is not confused by the multiple relationships he has had
And knows your will is lost in his refusal to wait and receive from you
And his confidence is seared because it has been one mistake after another
And now he doesn't know who is right for him for he has forgotten to ask you and be led by you

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And so the New Year begins

Every year I wait to feel differently on my birthday and I don’t

I stay up till the clock says 12:30am just to sense something new and I don’t

Am I meant to feel older, happier, sober…I don’t know

Am I meant to cry, laugh…I don’t know

One thing I never fail to do is pray and pray some more

I’m grateful for a good life, wait a minute it is more

I have had a great life and some more

And so I give thanks and pledge to live my life for Him and man

It’s not as smooth as it sounds but this is how grace is made

I wait and see and the Lord is good one more year and always

I may feel nothing, but I know one thing as always

Goodness and mercy are my peeps all the days of my life

Because He says so and holds my life

So I am ecstatic at the prospects of the New Year

And now I am expectant

Because it holds more beauties than the last year.

It is 151214!

ADORN ME BEAUTIFUL

It twinkled and caught my eye, I turned and walked towards where I thought it came from and shortly after I was standing beside the most exquisite piece of jewelry I had yet to see. And of course as you may be wondering I picked them up gingerly, smiling like a 3 year old with her brand new doll and I walked over to the cashiers and paid for them. They were earrings shaped as a Christmas bouquet with tiny studs and the bow. I treasured them until they mysteriously disappeared from my collection. Needless to say, I loved them not because they cost me more than they should have considering where I bought them but because they were beautiful and I thought they suited me well.

For Elder

I am in pain!
Death has struck again and I am stuck with all these questions again. My heart aches not just for the family and friends of the deceased but for another brilliant mind taken from us, our loss.

The last conversation I had with Elder went like this;