A declaration


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This just a short post. This is my declaration to everyone and everything around me. So many storms have come and gone in my life, here I stand because Christ got my life and my hand. Even though the ground be shaken and things unexpectedly hit me, I still stand and bless the name of Jesus Christ, my Saviour. He knows everything better and no matter how much I want to meddle around with things and make them work my way.. It is only His way that I want. He gives and He takes away. I declare that I am blessed, pressed but not crushed, emotional but not broken… I still have faith even though it looks like it is all over, it ain’t over until God says it is over. I declare my Jesus is mighty to save, heal and restore, and I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Watch out for soon I shall have stories of glories to be written and shared here! I believe. I am a believer.


Dear elect


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Dear elect,

Stop running after the small things,
You were called to be in the court of the King.
You think you know who you really are,
But from knowing the truth you are so far.

Jesus says, “My beloved, you are mine,
Take My hand and everything will be fine.
I am the One who sets you free,
Yet you still hang on to the tree,
On which I already died on for you,
Let go, come to Me, I’m faithful and true.”

Forgive, but do not forget


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My thoughts on forgiveness, with a little help from my best friends at church (you know who you are – that wonderful pair the Lord has put in my life)

Revenge surely never won anyone anything! I do not think one should go after all those who wronged them. Having said that, although I am totally for forgiving, I do not think forgetting helped anyone. That would be lying to yourself and denial. Jesus is truth and all about truth. He did forgive the people who crucified Him, but hey guess whom He appeared to? Not the crucifiers, only His disciples and friends. Be nice, yet wise. Oh n don’t forget your Bible says – Therefore, be wise as serpents and harmless as doves (Matt 10:16b)… Stop condemning yourself for not being able to forget what someone has done to you and begin to live in freedom knowing that you are loved and the God who loves you got your back. He said – Vengeance is mine. He will deal with those who wronged you. Be set free from the heaviness of unforgiveness. Either the Lord will make them better people or teach them a lesson. Whatever the case be, that’s none of your business! You are no better than anyone else on earth! Remember that you were saved too, you didn’t deserve it, but JESUS DIED FOR YOU!

PS: This was one of the notes I wrote for myself, and thought I might share it, because someone out there might need this. Been struggling with this for a few years. The Lord has thought me about forgiveness and not forgetfulness in the past few months. It has been one awesome season of brokenness and learning. Praise Him!

My apology


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Dear all who subscribe, read or have accidentally dropped by my blog,Image

This is me saying sorry. Sorry because I have not kept up my word of publishing at least once a week. I have let weeds grow in this beautiful scribecorner. I know how disappointing it gets when you visit a blog you follow and there is nothing new. And, so I apologise for all the disappointment and plan to write at least a line or two more often. 

I have in a way gone through a season of learning. My gosh have I learnt something! I have prayed some difficult prayers and let go of some things that I held dear to my heart. I let go not because of a promise of something better or bigger. Not because I would get richer and prosperous. Just a simple reason, loving the Lord, more than anything else in my life. I am not all giggly and jumping around full of laughter, nor do I experience an imaginary bloom of roses wherever I go. Mirth seems quite far from me. I have been broken and have struggled. At times, I am speechless, dazed and forget things I normally would not, and then I go through times of trying to forget the painful things that have happened. I find myself retreating into a shell, as I know no one in this world could really take a broken heart. People find it hard to deal with brokenness and so I follow the line: when you have nothing pleasing to say, do not say a thing! I am coming out of that phase, only to realise that I need to reach out to others, who are broken and grieving. He comforts me to be a comfort to them. I thank Him for giving me wisdom and understanding to reach out to those who are hurting. To cry with them, to be there for them, even if I have no words.

However, here I am to break my unproductive thoughts and feelings, I am writing through Christ, my comfort and hope. My salvation. My Lord, my Light, my Source, my Inspiration, my Healer, my Provider, my Protector, my Avenger, my Lover, my All-in-all, not just my first but my everything and so much more. Every time I am cast down and the floodgates open a steady stream of tears down my cheeks, I sense His love and powerful embrace. It has been extremely difficult for me to get down to writing this, but I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me! I am back, back with purpose, with God’s Word in my hand, heart and mind, to trample down the works of the enemy! Truth has prevailed, Jesus has triumphed, death has been defeated and the grave has been denied. Jesus is alive, and I have abundant life through Him. Through His resurrection power that dwells in me, I stand, I write, I speak, I live, I do, I move and have my being! Be strong and of good cheer, for His promises are Yes and Amen. He never lies. No matter how bad it is, He will turn it out to work for your good, if you love and trust Him. I testify to that, for He has begun something good in me. For He is my comfort. Although the nights are long and frightful, He is close. I picture myself, the Heavenly Father’s daughter, resting my head on my Abba’s lap, while He sings me to sleep. Be comforted all you saints of God, for your redemption is near and glorious is your future full of hope and promise. Thank you Lord for this day and the strength and words to write. 

Love to all who read this,



Trapped no more

Here’s one of my recent poems.

Rhymes & more

Why is a question I must ask no more,
Silence my soul and seal shut the door.
You made me see through passion’s ebb and flow,
I was held back, stunted, no more did I grow.
A millstone tied to my soul, weight on my heart,
Has now been lifted, I am no more torn apart.
This freedom, was not won by my own might,
Though I’m in a war, in the midst of a fight,
I wrestle not against flesh and blood nor you,
But that which uses you to do the unfair, the untrue.
Forgive me as I unhand my hand from thee,
This should please your heart and set you free.
Like seasons and time don’t matter to eternity,
Indifference has clouded every pleasant memory.
I hate to say I am but another name in your book,
Grabbed my heart back the one you schemingly took.

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Jesus and Emotion

Do not bottle up or hide. It is quite like hypocrisy and akin to lying.

Revelling In the Overflowing Grace of God

Good morning. It is Wednesday, February 5, 2014. Only ten more days until Red Sox pitchers and catchers report. Some of the players are already there, I hear. Truck Day is this Saturday, the 8th. Opening Day is March 31, 54 days away.

Are you ready for some baseball?

Today is National Weatherman’s Day. So should we thank the people that are wrong as much as they are right? In all fairness, the weather reporters have a tough job. Weather, while indeed predictable, is unreliable, at best. And fickle. Weather is fickle. So give it up for the weatherman, who is mostly guessing at his job.

Christi has an interview today with a consulting firm. They have a PM job (that’s “Program Manager”) that is a “contract-to-hire” job that she will be interviewing for. This job would be in Irving, which is not bad. She’s worked in Irving before…

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The Dos and Don’ts of Fashion as a Christian.

Rivers of Hope


You don’t have to take your style cues from the world or legalistic saints. Here’s how to make fashion sense.

DO: Wear fashionable, modest clothing. The Bible doesn’t say you have to look like a prude.

DON’T: Wear form-fitting, tight clothes. By doing so you cause others to take their eyes off God to look at you.

DO: Wear clothes that complement your body type. Look for clothing stores that carry styles with your figure in mind.

DON’T: Expose flesh that should be reserved for your mate’s eyes only. This means covering cleavage so you aren’t tempting someone of the opposite sex. Don’t let your underwear peek out of pants or tops.

DO: Wear clothes that represent your God-given sense of personal style.

DON’T: Let people convince you that it’s wrong to wear certain colors. Remember, God made the rainbow!

DO: Pray and ask the Holy…

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Death of Helena, 1st Christian Archaeologist.

Rivers of Hope

Dan Graves, MSL

Death of Helena, 1st Christian ArchaeologistA character in a nursery rhyme may be closely connected with Church history and Christian archaeology. Probably you have sung “Old King Cole was a merry old soul.” But did you know that the British have an ancient tradition that Helena, the fourth-century Christian archaeologist was the daughter of King Coel of Colchester, immortalized in thisMother Goose rhyme?If this story is true, another interesting fact follows from it. Helena was the mother of Constantine, the first christianized Emperor of the Roman Empire. This means Emperor Constantine was the grandson of a Mother Goose hero! Since there actually was a Christian church at Colchester in 250 A.D.–about the time that Helena was born–it is possible that she become a Christian as a young person which…

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Shifting my dissatisfaction


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Years and years have gone by and I cry over the wasted years like crying over spilt milk. As we age, we wonder, calculate and analyse all that we have done, achieved, failed at and are yet to do. I am close to a year away from turning three-decades-old. I do not feel old at all. Some people tell me I need to grow up 🙂

Like many around my age, I am faced with questions such as ‘did your education do you any good’, ‘did your career pan out the way you planned’, ‘are you earning enough’, ‘do you think being unmarried at your age is a good thing’, ‘what about having children your bio-clock is ticking’ and many more. The answer to most of these questions is no. It would be a surprise if this train of thought does not cause anxiety or even a nervous breakdown. I have been down that road. The worst thing is when people compare you to others. I was dissatisfied and wondering God what went wrong?  I wanted to be a veterinarian and I turned out to be a journalist. That was not the end, my career took a turn and I got into business editing. This was not what I planned. I planned to be married by 25, have a kid around 28-30 and be an energetic, young mom. After working with a couple of newspapers, I planned to be a features writer, as I discovered that was my forte. I would’ve juggled this with being a mom easily. Such were my plans.

I planned to study further too (maybe the US or Canada). I thought I’d return home with a fresh look at life and a big bang at my career. However, God had different plans for me. I couldn’t see it His way. I could only see it my way. Hence, dissatisfaction along with a series of whiny prayers (I wonder how the Lord has so much patience). I know my Father in Heaven loves me, because even with being so narrow in my thoughts and views in life, He still kept working with me and on me. You may ask am I still dissatisfied. The answer is yes, but I am dissatisfied with something different. Before I go there, please let me ramble a little while longer (thank you for your patience).

So, I cried. I prayed, “Lord I am happy for everyone else around me who seems to have it all. Bless them and keep all of it safe. Let nothing steal kill or destroy all that they have. Lord, I am sorry, but have I done something wrong. Yes, I did it all wrong, but am I not saved from punishment due to the blood that Jesus shed for me on the cross of Calvary? Has not the price already been paid, and why does it seem like I am paying for my sins? Everyone else seems to have it so easy. I am just a non-MBA, business editor, sitting in the corner waiting for the day to end. A daydreamer, who sits looking at the blue skies figuring out her daughter’s name, wondering if I could adopt a girl from China, then realising I would need more money in the bank for that. Lord, why do I want this so bad? I am scared of being a parent anyway. I am very sad and I am turning older. People are harassing me about my age, bringing in proposals and pestering me about an MBA. Can I just be a child? Can you please stop this ‘age’ clock? I want to go back to school. I hate all these pressures. I just want peace. I do not want to plan, dream and be disappointed. I am tired of this frustration. I want to be set free. I want to be satisfied.”

The answer came subtly, still and slowly. It took a few weeks. I was in and out of depression. The enemy took a chance at sending me oppressive thoughts and making me believe my life is purposeless, worthless and pointless. I was a loser, failure and hypocrite—a person with only plans and nothing to show for. My self-esteem took a big leap into a deep abyss. Oh boy, I was so down in the dumps I could not focus on anything and withdrew from everyone to my own little shell. I tried so hard to write, to call, communicate, stay in touch, but this time was so hard. It was like I had a big weight on my shoulders. The only thing that kept me going was faith in the Word of God. I kept rebuking, quoting scripture and encouraging myself in the Spirit. Not many knew of the war within me, as I had my trademark smile and I-am-doing-fine line to plaster up my pain.

To make matters worse, everyone around me seemed to be crumbling too. Funerals, loss, sickness and other such awful events were hitting my heart like darts would hit a dartboard. I kept singing songs like Blessed be Your name – Matt Redman and reminding myself about the Lord’s former mercies and miracles in my life. Buckets of tears and the will to live knowing that Jesus has the answer, I stayed on (no thanks to myself, only praise be unto Jesus).

Slowly it dawned on me, I am different. I have a different calling and purpose in life. No one, but the Lord knows how it will end. There is a reason He is doing what He is doing. I have surrendered my life into His hands and I should trust Him with it. Why I haven’t finished my Masters yet (due to lack of funds mostly) or why I have not fulfilled the normal things people my age accomplish are questions with one answer—the Lord knows better. He has written a unique plan, story and direction for my life. If I had it all, I would not understand the pain of those who did not have it all. Had I not understood loss, how would I empathise with those who have lost? Had I not known pain and the sickbed, how would I have ministered to those whose health is failing? There are many out there with no families and couples that are childless, how would I know their pain, if all my dreams came true? Knowing all this will help me appreciate every prayer that the Lord answers. I shall be truly grateful to Him, when my dreams come true. I shall bless His Holy Name when the dreams do not come true, because He has better plans. I will not take things for granted.

The most important thing I have learnt from this season (yes, I saved the best for the last) was that I was longing for things according to the standards of the world. I was being dissatisfied with the wrong things. I had to change my yardstick and stop measuring my life as per the academic certificates, accolades and view of the world. I had failed, my biggest failure being—enquiring of the Lord, trusting Him and focusing on Him. All my medals, certificates, promotions and praises from people meant nothing from the viewpoint of eternity. It was how much I obeyed God, how much I depended on Him, how much I strived to be led by Him, how many unlovable people I loved, how many I shared His truth with, how much focus I had on His Kingdom rather than building my throne and more. There are sick, imprisoned, perishing, lost, unsaved, vulnerable, unloved, unreached people out there in the world. I have not even touched the tip of the iceberg of things that truly deserve my attention, time and energy. I ought to be dissatisfied at the fact that someone somewhere is about to kill themself, a parent has skipped five proper meals to feed their hungry child, or someone feels lonely, unloved and ugly and has no idea that they are so much more than they think. I am dissatisfied that the church services around me have become organised, routine and pointless. The Holy Spirit longs to move, but is quenched by leaders who lack the humility to let Him takeover. I am sad that there are hardly any intercessors around praying with the fire of God. I am dissatisfied, angry, sad, but now at things that truly deserve these emotions. Shifting dissatisfaction has helped bring peace in my heart, because I know now I am on the right path. I know now that I am focusing on that which is worthwhile. Are you dissatisfied with your life? Try shifting your dissatisfaction, it could ironically give you peace and joy like you have never imagined. Happy dissatisfaction!

The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever – 1 John 2:17

A cry


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I hear her cries and feel her shiver,

The news I read makes me quiver,

I was silenced as a young girl,

After which I could not twirl,

Tell none or you shall pay,

Rang the words he did say,

I did not understand what was done,

Older now, I ask was he his mother’s son?


I hear the news not one, not two, but more,

I pray there would not be an added score,

After years of silence, threat and denial,

I stand with all who say send the rapists to trial,

That to hurt a child, a woman, a man or even animal,

They would have to pay, a price higher not dismal.

I still hear the little ones cry from a distance wide,

I would lie if I said I wasn’t stirred or haven’t cried.


Oh Lord of Heaven, hear my cry and heal this land,

Forgive us our sins, the murder, and come reprimand,

Shake the foundations of ancient that stir these acts,

Let Your light shine and truth be known as facts,

That men and women may know their purpose true,

And return to their Maker and truly worship You.

Remind us that we were made in Your image,

That when they rape, it is You they carnage.


Vengeance is Yours, give us justice and peace,

Let in every person’s heart be planted Your decrees,

I submit my nation into Your hands, take Your throne,

And for things You do, I give You glory alone,

We need Your love and light to pour out strongly,

That from every corner Your praise may rise greatly,

Abba, hear this prayer in Jesus name,

Bless You, to You be all worship and fame!