Lies some men tell to derail young teenagers- “You Act Like A Mummy’s Girl. Dear Teeny, How are you today? I hope my letter meets you well. Let’s dive in.. “Why are you acting like a small girl? You are grown, Act like a big girl, or, you behave like a baby!” Have you ever… Read More Letter to a Christian Teenager 1.
Dear teeny, I am so excited at my decision to start this project. In recent past, I have written personal letters to the teenagers that I mentor directly but not to those whose path mine might never cross physically. Like I always say to myself, even if paths don’t cross, at least, let shadows brush… Read More Letter to a Christian teenager… Introduction.
We live in a fast-paced world and if there is one virtue our generation is losing so fast, it is the virtue of waiting. We are always so much in a hurry! For us, everything should happen now! So when we go on Social-Media, we are prone to assume that every other person is making… Read More Please Be Patient With God.
I have discovered that in the place of intense pressure, weakness and discouragement is the birthing of a new season, birth pangs and contractions are more frequent as dialation increases. But, most of us do not realize that it is in the midst of these that hell is most threatened, so we feel the pressure,… Read More Hell is most threatened when you feel you are weak.
“I never told you a lie” a lightening of ache stroke a side of my head and I began to feel queasy. “So what did you say to me” he bent his head to see my eyes, “talk to me!” I immediately blink back the tears that pierced my eyes. I wished something happened that… Read More The Raised Dust, part 4.
More recently, I have watched myself be a good source of encouragement to the few persons I have interacted with including colleagues at work. Just before you think I do this all the time, See, behind the closet door are some scattered piles of issues that if you come as close as to turn the… Read More Be an Infuser of Courage.
As soon as I left, the feeling of regrets washed over me like I was drenched in it. For every other time we met, I witnessed the death of that feeling of remorse. The feelings gradually waned until I totally lost my innocence. This we did for two years. It became a habit too hard… Read More The Raised Dust, 3.