Happy Sunday! Trust you have been keeping up with God and life as beautifully as you can. I also trust that you went to church today!  What does rejoicing in God really mean? First, let's take a look at the word, 'Rejoice'. It simply means to be very happy, to feel joy. Rejoicing is an expression of inner joy and happiness. It is a state of exultation, and immense delight. Recently, it struck me. That the joy and happiness the Bible has required from us is not 'in us', but 'in God'. Phillipians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord always!   Psalm 32:11 Be glad in the Lord and rejoice!  I can go on and on! However, the take home point is: We can't REJOICE when we look at ourselves.  Look at all of these flaws, and the complete representation of imperfection that we are.  Look at all of the issues that depress us, the insane amount of worry that the society offers.  Look at your material possessions that may seem to make you happy in a moment but gone the next. But ...

This one was definitely not just a movie. It was an experience. As this is my first time bothering to review a movie, I think it is justified if I insist that this was an EXPERIENCE. Written by Damilola Mike-Bamiloye, 30 Pieces like most of its kind that I fell in love with, it was less than two hours long, involved some of my faves, had captivating plot lines and ended just the way it should have.  I think they did cast the characters just right. And the script was written with accuracy. Emotions were infused in the words which the actors played out so perfectly. I loved that they gave us reality - i.e. what is possible. And not some impossible lines and events. The opening scenes pulled me in. Damilola Bamiloye, acting as Emmanuel the protagonist, showed us why we should vouch for him till the end. Even though, we eventually saw that he wasn't perfect, as he ignored the prompting of the Spirit of God on an occasion. It may be kinda petty, but I loved that the beginning started ri...

Happy New Year! Woohoo! This year holds a loooootttt of surprise packages for us, positive ones, I mean!  I'd like to say a big THANK YOU to everyone who made last year beautiful on this blog. THANK YOU, if you read a post or two. Or more! THANK YOU for your support, comments and encouragements. Thank you if you shared my blog posts! Honestly? Y'all are the best.  I would love to share with you how I took the news of the new year coming with random knocks on my door, ready to pull out 2022 by the ears, her hands ready to fly in the air and claim space and time. How do I even start explaining how I felt when I heard the news?  It was surreal. It felt like a dream. I was losing air. I couldn't breathe. My lungs seemed to have forgotten their function. It was not because of an appreciated ecstasy. It was excitement, but a different kind. This one engulfed my entire existence, and even though it felt familiar, I was trying my best to wish it away. Nothing made sense. The trut...

  There are so many details to appreciate God for as the year runs its course to the finishing line. It's been a wonderful track record. Today, I'll only be reminding you of these details so you can understand how much God has been faithful thus far. You can never go wrong with gratitude, if you thank God for these: 1. Forgiveness Looking back at your journey through the year, can you count the times you made errors simply because you are mortal? Yet, the father's forgiveness is ever available. In Orenze's words: He forgives sins because he's the friend of the sinner. He made you find your feet again when you thought you would sink. See? You didn't! And that was God. 2. Safety Ha. Personally, this is one golden gift I have received. Being kept in the hollow of His hands is the best location you can ever be. Safety is only found in God and one who God has not kept can not be safe. 3. Love Check your corner. I don't mean the corners of your room. I mean, the p...

If you have ever spent time relating with God and studying His words, then you are undoubtedly familiar with the Psalmist's words, "Teach us to number our days that we may put our hearts to wisdom." After all, you are here to do same.  Following the mind of Solomon in proverbs, it is safe to say that wisdom is like a liberal homeowner who builds her house and prepares her table, inviting all and sundry for generous bites of her meal. It is like a flowing water that never runs dry. If wisdom is like a house, however, I believe it is held up by certain pillars. One is the fear of God. Others are prudence, knowledge, discretion, eternal value, understanding and righteousness. Wisdom is what makes the numbers count. It is ironic but it is true that when you take out wisdom from the number of days you live, or the measure of all you possess, it becomes quantity without quality. When the numbers don't count is when we don't find the necessary satisfaction out of our end...

Christ in me is the hope of glory. And hope, it is said, makes a man not ashamed. One morning, Taiwo thought to herself as she got dressed for work that this life was not worth it. "How can it be worth it when everything I've been doing is live from hand to mouth? What's the point really?" She thought out loud. Her room mate of twenty-five years and twin, Kehinde, heard her and asked, "Taiwo, what's the issue?" Taiwo turned around and threw her arms in the air. "This life does not make any sense!" "That's because you are trying to use your brain, babe. In this realm, we use our faith." Kehinde answered, as she also tried to put on her dress. "That's what you always say! Are you not bothered?" Taiwo asked incredulously. Taken aback, Kehinde asked, "Bother about what?" "Bothered that this life is not worth the stress. And that we should have been long past this stage of life. We're just trying to mak...

Sitting alone in my room one time, hands between my laps, phone tucked away, the world was far from reach, I slipped into depression. And again and again, I wept.  The pain I felt was deep and sharp. I didn't want to give up yet but there I was, shivering under the weight of heavy sobs. I was seeing my old self resurfacing. I was a mess. I panicked.  The tears ran their course unhindered. I didn't know what to do with myself because I feared I would once again become that person who hated to be here. I feared the past would win me over and repeat itself. Although, someone has gone through this for my sake, and was bruised. It shouldn't be a repeat for me. "...he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."   - Isaiah 53:5 What was shocking was the still small voice that eventually managed to find its way into the raucous, pushed aside every hurtful detail, an...

 I remember when I first gained admission into secondary school some years ago. Fun fact: I attended a girls only school.  I also remember my dad branding my textbooks and notes. My uniforms were as long as what you can imagine, Pinafore flowing all the way to my ankles. And my school bag? That one always dragged itself along with me. Needless to say, I was small, smaller than most of my peers. I also got bullied by other students because of my stature. And guess what? Now that I'm grown, I realize it wasn't exactly because of my appearance. It was because I allowed it. My dad didn't want my books to be bullied away from me, so he took extra care, went the extra mile and branded them. Every single one of them. My classmates teased me for a while and I usually caved. Until I was in senior school and one of them confessed that she actually loved how much my dad catered for me then. She said she admired my branded books and all, and there I was cringing and caving, getting int...

Overwhelmed by guilt, with her face deep into her pillow, hands gripping the sheets, she wailed. She cried so hard, she couldn't find a way to stop. This deep seated feeling of pain and shame will not let her be. The tears were on a roll. Nothing mattered right now. She just wanted to be whole. To belong somewhere. To belong to someone who belonged to her. She struggled and searched. Until she found Him. Only for her to realise that she had been wanted from the beginning. The freedom that captured her heart was indescribable.  It was complete. She was complete. She had been looking without instead of looking within and finding all that she needed, to live the life she was made for. She was enough. I am she. She is you. She is us. Last week Monday, 4am to be precise, I got a mail from YouVersion. The first line caught my attention: "Let's talk about Anxiety." See, oftentimes, we are overcome by the imaginable and not the real. Our minds are clouded by the what-if...

 I have a piece of advice for you: Watch your back, you may be wanted!  Maybe the right question now is, why are you wanted? And, who wants you? Criminals who escape prosecution for cases such as rape, murder or other related crimes from one country to another are typically referred to as wanted persons. They are wanted to fulfil the consequences of their actions. Their pictures and names are pasted everywhere, on the walls of streets, on stalls in market places, on packed cars, taped to poles.  And they may become the talk of the town, depending on the gravity of their vices. However, wanted persons are not immune to being found and arrested, regardless of how wide the universe is or how far they choose to run. There is a chance of initiating an international search called Red Notice. This is initiated to locate and provisionally arrest the criminal pending any further legal actions. For the purpose of this search, the country where the crime was carried out will provide...

Yay! It's Freedom o'clock! That doesn't go without saying, happy independence, Nigeria.🥳 Have you ever heard the saying - "Monkey dey work, na baboon dey chop"? This is my reality in Christ. He fights and makes me the winner. Nothing beats being able to gain victory from a place of rest. It is not magic. It is not cheating. Well, maybe I can say Jesus is my cheat code. I mean, how do I explain my life? Full of Grace and miracles per second. No one has lived here before. Forget reincarnation. Psst! We are all finding out our consequences and realities as we go along. Only those who have hacked this faith thing in the finished work of Christ can see the future from the present. And even in cases where they don't see, they are held and led by the hand. This makes it seem they cheat through life. They are only walking with the one who knows the end from the beginning. The One who leads us in His green pastures! I remember once when I was young. We travelled to...

  The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God and the communion of the Holy Spirit... Welcome, again, to my blog! It's been how long? A few days? Nope. A few months? Yes. I deeply appreciate everyone who checked in with me to know why I've not been putting up content on the blog but you see...  Okay. Let's leave that story. It's just good to be back! Thank God!  In case, it's your first time here, the reason for this blog is to share faith, while we also expunge fear.  If you are in search of inspirational content, articles, and relatable short stories to build your faith and love for God, you're at the right place.  You are welcome in the name of the Lord... You are welcome in the name of the Lord...  We will see all over you, the glory of the Lord... You are welcome in the name of the Lord... Welcome to fellowship!😊🥰 Today, we are looking into a renowned verse of the Bible.  Renowned, because, you'll agree with me that we can all quote this...

In life, there are certain discoveries that will have a huge influence on your existence. One of such discoveries is discovering your purpose.  Also, there are certain decisions you can make but purpose is not one of them. You can decide your career path. You can decide your goals or achievements at every stage of life. You can decide what fashion sense to adopt. You can not decide your purpose. Purpose is not decided. It is discovered.   Have you ever seen a product that determines its own enduse? Can the clay tell the potter what the potter will make it into or what purpose it will serve? The answer is a resounding, capital-lettered NO. The thing is: the maker, manufacturer, producer, potter, artist or Creator, name it, decides to what end a product is used. And that is the purpose of that product - the reason why it was made in the first place. You want to walk in purpose? You want to discover your purpose? The first question is, who is your maker? For someone who recognise...

  When Love is not enough Aye! Ayee!! Ayeeee!!! Officially, happy new year to you! This is my first post this year and I'm excited about it.  Who wouldn't be? It's love we're talking about.  So far, this year has had its challenges for me but because we are faith-based, then we don't stay down. We what? We learn and we move with the lessons. Thank God for being Faithful and not making us look exactly like what we have been through or going through. Because ahh, the story will definitely be a novel. 

  Today, expression can mean different things but here, it means living out an identity. Meanwhile, another topic for this blog post can be Transition . I'll be explaining in this post how I gained my own expression in NCCF - how I was able to learn to express my identity unapologetically. Yeah, that's right. Actually, I have lived long enough to know that I can not survive outside my identity in Christ. (Inserts Tye Tribbett's What can I do. Haha.)  I need to breathe Christ in steadily, to live a life that won't choke me. Getting into NCCF helped me with that too. If it didn't, I'd have found my way out o.  Before NCCF, I was always timid, shy and quiet. Okay. Maybe not that quiet. But honestly, I was timid and extremely conservative. I cared so much what people thought or what people didn't think that it kept me from taking actions. One of those actions was starting this blog. I was able to begin after NCCF started happening to me. What is NCCF? It's N...

  In case you were wondering, Church was interesting yesterday!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 Thanks to the One above (my NCCF guys can relate. Lol.) for his spirit of truth. Who else can relate when I say the spirit of truth is a COMPANION??? I mean, He literally gets so into me (practically speaking, he lives on my inside). He's so into me and always wants the best for me.  However, the deal is I can not really figure out the best that he wants for me when I don't go through the written words of truth, the very foundation of our faith!  Christ came and died. This death, I do not take for granted. So, I travel through the pages of the written word and search out my truth in his truth.  Okay. I don't mean to get a little confusing. I guess I'm just being excited. But myyyy dearrrrr, the point is that the Word is written for our consumption. And you can not know the will of the father outside THAT word. That's the glamour! - finding out the essence of God's mind by the help of His S...

  What a year! 2021. You didn't go easy on me. And it's okay. That toughened me up a lil bit.  Relax guys, this promises to be a long but interesting ride. Okay. Maybe not so long. Winks. This year gave me amazing people I'll be ever glad I met.  This year opened me up to new realities and most importantly, growth. I saw growth everywhere.  This year gave me moments I didn't know I'd been living for. Moments I'd be glad to try again. Very early in the year, I had breakdowns. I was still learning to manage my emotions and feelings. Those episodes were not so nice because they were obvious and annoying! They were moments where you're supposed to be getting something done but you can't because your mind is in a box. In your head, you're drowning in the sea of your own negativity. Until you see the sea disappear, then you can function again. Lmao. Those days are gone.  Days of empty grief, I like to call them. Your joy ceases to flow because you feel a c...

 TRUST! Level up guys! It's a new month! Yippee! With the new month comes a new series on the blog.❤️What do you say? I say it's going to be an enjoyable ride, all the wayyyy. On today's edition of 'Love and Everything In Between', we'll begin with looking at a topic, a word mostly used by people but only understood by few. It's the bedrock of Love. It gives allowance to the growth of love, anywhere, any day. We are looking at TRUST, today. And I trust one of my sisters to do justice to the topic. So... Leggooo! Article by: Sholola Oluwafeyisikemi. When we think of qualities that attract us to a person, we often think of trust. Let's do this. When you hear the word trust, what comes to mind? Let me guess- Loyalty, having confidence in someone, feeling comfortable enough around someone to tell them anything, right? Well, you're not far from it. The dictionary defines trust as a firm belief in the reliability, ability or truth of someone or something....

By Blessing Offiong. Listen up! You are not missing out on anything. You just returned from work. Your bones ache and everything screams REST.  As if controlled by a force, your right arm snake out to touch the silver screen beside your pillow.  Bling! A notification. It's Sandy again. The hot, business minded chick you feel a combo of envy and admiration for. She just nailed a 30 million dollar deal, and she's only 22. Your disloyal mind turns back to the meagre salary you are scrapping for.  Slowly, resentment builds. As envy grows, you become dissatisfied with your lot. Beware!! FOMO is speaking. ................................................................. FOMO is a social phenomenon that has exploded overtime.  Once or twice, the excruciating desire for more creeps up on you. This is understandable, because God created you to desire growth and multiply. But where did FOMO come from?  FOMO stems from feelings of unhappiness and discontent.  Unfortu...

Listen to 'To You' by Maverick City . She had held her palms in fists for a long time, afraid to let go of whatever had entered in.  Sharp edges of broken pieces had injured their previous openness. For her, trust was no more in the dictionary, not to talk of her diary. She stopped relating with such words. Not her. Never would she trust anymore. A little down the lane, her fists couldn't receive. Nothing would come out. Nothing would go in. She was helpless and shut-in.  Just like everyone else who would find themselves here, she met Him.  He was bloody and beautiful.  "Welcome to the way of the cross. I came here before you so you wouldn't bare these pains again. Come near", He said. Like a damsel under an influence, her senses opened. Her heart broke. Her tears rushed. Yet, her fists tightened. His eyes, those beautiful but pain-filled eyes, they stared at her with full accurate compassion. They burned with passion for her return to HIM. HE had suffered for...