A prayer for you

I pray for you,
I pray that this month will be beautiful for you,
I pray that you have happiness and joy in abundance.
I pray that whatever you lay your hands on will prosper.
I pray that you experience peace,
the kind that surpasses your understanding.
I pray that you will receive pleasant surprises this month,
the kind that will make you forget the heartaches and disappointments of the past.
I pray that you will not lack any good thing this month,
God will meet you at the point of your needs.
I pray that you will be in sound health.
I pray for Gods protection over you and yours,
I pray that you receive direction and clarity this month.
I pray for grace, the grace to keep standing against all odds,
I pray for strength, that you'll be strengthened from within,
I pray that you receive the courage to go after the dream in your heart.

Above all, I pray that you experience the love of God like never before this month.

In Jesus name.



PS: Shala to the corps members resuming orientation camp tomorrow. I pray for you too oh! May you soar and excel during your service year!



Love and Light,
xoxo

The place called Rest

I would like to describe rest as a place, a house. A big white house with chandelier, large rooms and gold candle sticks. A house surrounded with flowers, trees and lush green grasses with a flowing river that glimmers as a result sun rays.

Alternatively, I can describe rest as a lighthouse, in the middle of the deep blue ocean, as high as can be with a window at the top and a yellow light shinning

A time to let go

Disclaimer: This write up is me venting so I decided not to share the link to this post on social media. Pardon any typo and grammatical errors

Monday 23, March 2015.

I got the news about the death of a friend. He passed on the day before.

My first reaction was denial, I laughed and called it a joke and I raised my voice at my friends that called to tell me the news. "I refuse to believe it, I don't accept it" those were the words I woul utter and I would end the call abruptly. Till I got home that night and I wept, I couldn't eat. He died in a car accident, the same accident that God that saved me from on the 29th of December.

After the denial phase, came anger.

I was angry.

I was angry at God, angry that he would take him away at his prime, that he would just die 'like that', without having a chance to fight for his life.

Then I was angry at myself, angry that I did not keep in touch often, angry that I wasn't a good friend, angry  that if I had kept in  touch I would have had a premonition about his death and would have averted it with prayers.

I was angry at everyone. People just went about their lives as if nothing happened. I went on twitter and instagram people were still tweeting and posting random stuff and I got angry at them. Never mind that they never knew him, they weren't supposed to be this happy because this world had lost a gem.

I was angry at the Nigerian Government for leaving the roads in deplorable conditions. I thought it was unfair that he would pass on serving his nation. I wanted them to stop NYSC if they were not ready to pay for the flight tickets for all youth corpers or have the roads in good conditions.

With the anger came tears, hot uncontrollable tears. I was at work and I kept weeping, I just couldn't help myself. I went through his facebook and instagram profiles and my heart broke. Again. Evans? Gone. Just like that! The news of his death was everywhere, facebook, instagram, bbm, Linda Ikeji, blogs and what have you, so no matter how much I tried to stop thinking about it, I couldn't. I would see his pictures pop up online and the tears would well up.

I don't even know why I have this post I just need a place to vent without hearing any condolence message. This is the first time I will lose someone close to me, nobody told me losing someone would sting like this. 

I have made my peace with his death. A friend told me to read Ecl:3 and as cliche as that may sound, the 'a time tos' was balm to my wounded heart. Evans has gone and it is time for me to let him go. I have made peace with his death.

I can still remember your days in HP, you were willing to learn, committed to any task you were given, creative and helpful. We had our issues, days we didn't see eye to eye on certain things, thinking about it now, those things never really mattered. I will look at your pictures, watch all the videos I have of you and listen to your voice, because that's how I choose to remember you, as a living, breathing being. I will tuck those memories somewhere in my heart and cherish them.

I can bring myself to say this now... Rest in peace Evans Eboka. I have made peace with your death.

Ilo Unuigbe

All things bright and beautiful!

I remember hymn 444.

In primary school, we had this little blue book called "songs of praise" (SOP) and we would sing hymns from it every morning at the assembly ground.

I have forgotten all other hymns and their numbers but one I still remember is hymn 444 - "All things bright and beautiful". We would always rush through that hymn and sing it with so much glee, unlike the other hymns. Most of us could sing it off hand because the lyrics were easy to remember or maybe there was/is something just different about the lyrics of that hymn. Perhaps, something about the 'purple headed mountains', 'ripe fruits in the garden',  'meadows where we play' appealed to our senses as children.

The Rod and The Staff

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me, your rod and your staff, they comfort me"

I recently discovered that the rod and staff in psalm 23 signifies the word of God. Gods word is the only source of true and lasting comfort for our souls in trying times. This has been evident in my life for a while now.

I love the book of Psalms as a whole.

I love Psalm 23. 

Like the Phoenix

Happy new year beautiful people!! May this year be the year that we all come into our own by the grace of God. I have many reasons to be thankful to God, and I want to share one of them in this post.

Even though I am a private person, I just had to put up this story because this is my way of saying thank you to Jesus. I have no better way of appreciating God for my life than telling everyone how good and merciful God is. God is a VERY PRESENT help in times of trouble. I can only wonder how people without Jesus cope when the storms blow...I can only imagine.

Keep going...you got this.

I'll start off by saying a big thank you to to everyone that stops by to read this space. I get a lot of 'hey, you haven't put up anything on your blog recently' and my first reaction is surprise. Surprise because I'm awed at the fact that people actually read this blog. Okay that came out wrong, I didn't mean it that way. What I meant to say is... scratch that, I actually meant it! So, thank you for your encouraging words, thank you for the publicity, thank you for challenging me to keep putting stuff up here and thank you for even remembering titles of previous posts even when I the 'writer' have forgotten!
Feel free to catch your sub...!
So down to the business of today