THIS WOMAN OF FAITH

As a little girl I had the most vivid imagination I imagined what it would feel like to be swept away by a knight in shining armour. He was going to be handsome and very very tall.😆😆 I loved fairy tales..I just had to fall in love with my prince charming and everything would fall in line. Well,growing up I kind of knew that fairy tales didn't exist but hey....Some dreams do come true. Yes dreams do come true..I married my best friend and he was indeed tall dark and show stopping handsome😙😍😍 I remember our wedding day, it was a beautiful ceremony and I did look like a princess.It was everything I dreamt of and more. A week after we were on a plane to start our life together in the Uk. How exciting!!!! No pre-marital counselling or seminar/course ever prepares you enough for this journey of marriage. Never in my wildest dreams did i imagine that our love for each other would be tested the way it has been in the 9years we have been married. Nothing prepared us for

It was one of those Sundays.. I went to church with a heavy heart.. I had so much on my mind. You know when you are going through a difficult season and you cannot even tell your best friend because you can't even bring yourself to say it out loud. You show up to church with your glad rags,adjust your smile and lift your hands in surrender to the God who knows the unspoken words of your heart. it was one of those Sundays.. As I drove home from church with my babies asleep in the back, a red bus overtook me. It was bus 173. And As I drove further, another red bus passed by on the opposite lane. It was bus 173. I chuckled to myself and then I heard the holy spirit say to me..Remember Bus 173. Bus 173? I thought to myself and then I remembered. My eyes lit and I smiled..How could I forget bus 173. My husband and I used to take that bus to church every sunday many years ago and I remember a particular weekend on my way back from a womens conference,I was 20pence

You smile too much..😆😆 When I was in secondary school I used to get punished by Seniors because I smiled alot.. I was described as the smiley girl. I had to come up with an explanation every time someone asked me "why are you smiling"? I would say no I am not smiling I just have a smiley face. As soon as I saw a senior I would attempt to frown..I wasn't always successful.. I still couldn't hide my smiley face😊 I made lots of Friends and received favours as a result.😆 Life has always had a way of trying to stop me from smiling... I lost my mother at age 14. I battled depression at age 17 till I was 19 I failed and had to repeat 2 years at University I lost a Child at Age 27 I had a miscarriage at age 32.. and inbetween there have been challenges that are common to all of us. But still I smile.. It is a conscious choice I make daily to smile through it all. Some one asked me why I am always so happy and fun to be around. I smiled..It is a

8 months after having my daughter She was diagnosed with an incurable genetic disease called Spinal muscular Atrophy(SMA) What does that even mean? I thought the doctors were mistaken It could not have been my child they were talking about.. There was no cure and the prognosis was so bad.. In 2012 my Journey of faith began... I believed God for her healing.. I rejected the report of the doctors and I was so confident that God would change the story. I envisioned her on her wedding day and I held unto hope. I was a crazy woman and the doctors and health professionals got tired of me professing my faith in God. We prayed,We confessed,We praised,The church prayed but on the 23rd of April 2013.Our beautiful daughter passed at 16months of age. How do you survive such a traumatic experience? How does that impact your perception of God? Why Would God allow that happen? I have over the years come to realise that God is still God inspite of what we go through and His love fo

Make It Stop!!!! He held me so tightly with misty eyes and gave me a stare that pulled my heartstrings. A tiny tear escaped and ran down his cheeks make this stop mummy It hurts so much.... He wailed as his little 4year old frame which was covered with widespread blisters( that were characteristic of chicken pox) itched. Mummy Can you make it go away He pleaded, Give me more medicine just make it stop!!! I was plagued with exhaustion and a lack of sleep and as He suffered, I suffered too. I wish I could make it stop Make the pain and discomfort go away It hurt me to see him hurt but then I knew in a few days that it was going to be ok. And  then a picture began to form before my eyes.. Of all the times I have had to go through  painful, uncomfortable and distressing situations in my life. I had whined,cried,grumbled and complained. I said those same words to God in so many different ways.. Make it stop lord, Make this pain go..this emptiness, this hurt.. I remem