THIS WOMAN OF FAITH

Hmmmm.... Waking up each day to the reality of the past few days has been the hardest thing I have had to do in my life lately Waking up to the reality that my precious little daughter wouldn't be staring at me through her pine cot... waking up to the reality that the smiles and coos I love so much would only be a part of my memory now. waking up to the reality that after 16 months, I would forever miss those big brown eyes and questioning but loving gaze. Losing a child is pretty hard but the hardest part is letting go... The hardest part is accepting God's will The hardest part is trusting that God has a purpose and plan in all of it. A day before my daughter passed a way I blogged about being thankful and not letting the devil steal my joy.. believe me child of God...I wake up every day determined to praise through my pain,and sing through my tears It is hard but it is a choice I choose to trust the one who knows it all I choose to sing even when the

I am just so thankful ..I have spent the past week just thinking of the goodness of the lord... As I write I have a big smile on my face... A close friend  once asked me if I was happy and I replied without thinking and I said to her happy? no I am not happy...I am joyful joyful not happy because happiness to me is dependent on being or having Joy on the other hand is a richer and deeper form of happiness not dependent on being or having,just a deep satisfaction and contentment in God who is all and has all. Joyful because I have a confident trust and assurance in God so I am not moved whether I have or do not have..I am simply rejoicing.... I have come to realise how the enemy fights so hard to steal our joy.. he knows that once he gets us to loose our confidence and trust in God's love and abilities, we become weak..no wonder bible says with joy I would draw waters from the wells of salvation(Isa 12:3).The wells contain in them everything you and I need in life..all

I remember the open markets back in Africa as you make your way past the stalls you are met with very determined and enthusiastic sellers calling out to prospective buyers,all trying to convince you to stop by their shops.. sometimes the very bold ones would literally drag you to their stalls a lot of times,they really don't have what they say they have.. other times,with sheer luck you can stumble on a good buy.. If you are from the part of the world where I am from.. you sometimes hear very enticing words( and sometimes annoying ) like fine woman come this way pretty girl,African queen,Sugar potato and all sorts of endearments, all in the bid to draw your attention and advertise their wares.. As I sat in my bedroom there was an open market brewing in my mind I battled with the devil trying to shove his suggestions my way. oh how enticing this suggestions were,believe me He painted pictures in my mind trying to sell lie upon lie to me in the sweetest most subtle wa

I sat in the Doctors office listening to him explain medical jargon He looked at me and said "I am afraid  its not good news from my knowledge and experience I know the outcome isn't good"... As I made the 2 hour long journey back home my mind raced,thoughts piled in there and then I asked myself WHO AM I GOING TO BE IN ALL OF THIS WHAT AM I GOING TO DO. I had to make a decision and I had to act on it I got home and first thing I did was get on you tube you tube??? lol stay with me I searched for Nigerian praise(WAZOBIA  Gospel praise) and that was it.. THE BATTLE LINE WAS DRAWN I had to respond to the enemy and let him know my stand As I lifted my hands in praise and danced through the tears that streamed down my eyes I knew heavens host were being assembled I wasn't going to loose like psalm 149:6 ( Let  the high  praises  of God  be  in their mouth, and a two edged sword in their hand) And as I responded to the doctors report with crazy

I Turned and tossed in bed all night.. memories flooding my mind,great memories, Today reminds us of what we lost 13 years ago We lost our Cheer leader,our rock,our support system our Mummy..                               I remember when daddy broke the news to me I had just come home from boarding school and he held me and said..mummy died 5am this morning I screamed,I cried but only for a little while I said to myself..I had to be strong,I had to make mummy proud I had to take care of daddy,barbie and peter.. That day...I made up my mind..I'll make you proud mummy.. 13 years down the road..I hope am making you proud mummy. I remember the peace I felt and the assurance of the holy spirit that night HE SPOKE THESE WORDS:I WOULD BE A MOTHER TO THE MOTHERLESS AND A FATHER TO THE FATHERLESS. yes lord..you have been a mother to me,you have been my everything you have brought along the way many great women who have been  mothers to me..for this I am truly thankful l

I remember the Easter of 1998 my fist vacation without my parents.. brings so many fond memories. That Easter Vacation Changed my life  It was for me the beginning of my journey My faith journey...  That Vacation was orchestrated divinely I had a date with destiny  as in the simplest of ways I accepted Jesus as my Lord and saviour   I remember my cousin Victoria gave me a novel to read(a teenage christian novel)  and when I finished it and narrated the story to her  she asked in line with the message of the book  if I wanted to make Jesus my lord and saviour.. Yes I replied..and she led me in a very simple prayer.. and that was it...I went back home a changed 12 year old  and God has had his hands on me since then.. O there were many a times I strayed.. forgot who I was and who I was meant to be  but God's hands never left me. I have been forgiven much that's why I love much. looking back...I wonder how my life would have turned out If my cousin did

This song ministers to me deeply... God is truly great.. Love you so much lord... hope this song touches your heart as much as it does mine.