The Lord says ‘I will rescue those who love me. I will protect those who trust in my name. When they call on me, I will answer; I will be with them in trouble. I will rescue and honour them. I will reward them with a long life and give them my salvation.
Psalm 91:14-16
Hey beautiful people! So what do you think of this? Did I do this all wrong?
I had this date, super-cool dude, so I really wanted to be on top of my game. I had to look really good, super hot, take-no-prisoners kinda thing. Anyways, it was was a lunch date so I knew there was no point doing up my lips, I’ll eat all the lip-whatever with the lunch anyway so I decided to put the focus on my eyes. So, there I went, minimal lip gloss but the eyes ehn, I went all out. Like I went berserk making up my eyes, it simply must pop. The guy must find it….mesmerizing (yep, that’s the word) and that was my goal, on an Aishwarya level. you gerrit? So, Google to the rescue and the results I got were unbelievable, more like unachievable. Getting those mesmerizing eyes no be moin moin at all. But with this date, I decided nothing will be impossible.
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A girl will do what a girl’s gotta do right. So, I took my time, made sure I had the right tools and got my cat-eyes well and properly bedazzled. Mission Impossible accomplished. And off for my date I went.
And I settled in to enjoy what was supposed to be the best lunch of my life. My date was in-the-zone big time so all was going really smooth. And then, the enemy struck. I got this particle in my eye. I tried blinking it away a couple of times but it simply refused to budge. My eyes watered briefly yet the thing did not flow away. The only other option was to scratch at the eye and hope that works. That will mean tampering with my perfect rainbow. Ooookay, this one appears to be big time enemy action, all those winches that do not want me to accomplish my mission for this date *thinking furiously* eeeeerrrrrrmmmmmmm, smear all this mesmerization????? Lai lai, not gonna happen. Not here, not now and definitely not on this day. I made that decision within a nanosecond. And since scratching was off the table, my only choice was to keep blinking and hope the winches get tired and stroll away.
So, I blinked through my lunch like an original baby onike (barbie doll). My date asked a number of times ‘Are you okay?” And my answer would always be ‘Oh yea, I’m just great!” with the brightest smile my Father in heaven endowed me with. I am not going to go into the details of what happened after lunch, just know it was a Guts-Glory-Ram kind of situation. Needless to say, at the end of the day, I transformed to this
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There you have it. So, do you think it was worth it? Did it even make sense at all?
I had this conversation with my neighbour a few weeks ago and she told me about all the things she gives out to people. She proceeded to tell me how she gives out lamps, clothes, couches etc. One time, she even helped set a family up with an entire apartment! Really commendable huh? And I was really sinking into mentally giving myself a korrrrekt scolding for my poor giving history. I was right int the middle of a proper mental whack on the head and hot twisting of the ear when I heard her say,
‘I only pay 1% of my salary as tithe’, she said.
In my head, I went ‘huh?’ I think my confusion must have shown on my face cos she went on to explain,
‘God told me specifically, you can’t afford it so don’t bother with 10%, just pay 1%. You are always giving out so much stuff anyway’
Ooookay. So I proceeded to re-arrange my face and relax after all if God told her, well…wetin be my own.
But in a space of two weeks, she complained about been broke too many times for me to count. And I know, without fail, if you give, the promise is that you will receive. So, innocently o, I started questioning the whole 1% tithe thing. So I went back to the Bible.
Go back to John and tell him what you have seen and heard. The blind people are now able to see, the lame can walk, people who have leprosy have been healed and the deaf can now hear. The dead are raised to life and the poor are hearing the good news. Luke 7:22
And with that, I proceeded to put my nose back into my neighbour’s business. For almost all things in our lives, we probably need miracles but when it comes to wealth, it isn’t a matter of miracles, it is a matter of principles. That’s why the poor were preached to, they were educated. We need to understand and follow the basic principles of getting wealthy. And being wealthy is not about having a truck load of cash, it’s a lot of things. It is having money without the mafia on your case, with loving family to enjoy it with, sound health to savour it and long life to make life meaningful. Throughout the Bible, I found out that being wealthy is a function of giving. Giving our tithes like God commanded, not less. Giving our first-fruits, giving our offerings, giving to the poor (The Bible says it is like lending to the Lord). It’s not just giving what you don’t need anymore but giving to change a situation in someone’s life. The giving that will make your banker shudder. We give, we get back. That is the principle. It is giving kindness, showing some compassion here and there, lending a helping hand even when you are short on time…it’s all these beautiful things.
*True giving is giving your only winter jacket to a homeless guy.
*Going back to the line of fire to get that soldier that was hit.
*True giving is sacrificing yourself to protect an entire nation from ebola outbreak #Adadevoh
*Giving your lunch to that classmate who always comes to class without lunch.
Giving when it is convenient isn’t the type of giving that provokes wealth. And this principle just does not apply to Christians alone. The best part about this is that, whatever the race, gender, religion, political or spiritual standing, giving works for anyone. It’s a life principle, whether it is convenient or not, give anyways. And it is not something God needs us to do for Him, He needs us to do it for ourselves.
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I read this post on rape, some days ago and it got me thinking about the roles parents, mothers and fathers, have played or have to play in the lives of their daughters and sons who get raped. FYI, don’t be deceived into believing that it’s only girls that get raped. House helps and nannies molest sons too, they claim they are teaching them how to become men. *I have a feeling some dudes are nodding right now saying, oh yeah, that happened to me*
This post is mainly for mothers. I heard about a mom that beat up her daughter for getting raped. Like seriously!!! Talk about rubbing pepper into a wound. We all face various forms of abuse every day, from bus drivers/conductors, bosses, careless friends and the unfair world in general. And then there is transference of abuse, from one person to the next available target that can be easily bullied. There is a power play that is passed on from generation to generation. Mothers have to provide that buffer from all the abuse, potential or actual. It is our JOB to protect our children from being victimized. Let’s not wait till it happens, let’s prevent it.
“I couldn’t sleep all night, until the morning I was sitting above him looking at him. I was looking at him and I was thinking of what he had done to me and thinking about why he humiliates me and what can I do, what should I do. Every single event that happened is rolling in front of my eyes like a film and in the morning I took a gun and I shot him,” she is quoted as saying in Iranian newspaper Shargh Daily
She buried her husband in their backyard, and her family turned her into the police not long after.
For the past four years, Ebrahimi has awaited execution by hanging for her crime. Ebrahimi came close to the noose once before. In May 2013, on the day her execution was scheduled, she informed the prison guards that she had only been 17 at the time of her crime and they stopped the proceedings and brought her back to jail. Excerpt from The Daily Beast by Nina Strochlic, Friday June 20, 2014.
This is just one example of the diverse results of abuse. What roles do mothers play here? Here goes.
A lot of mothers tell the daughters ‘don’t you know he is the boy, you have to do it for him, get it for him, defer to him’ etc. That’s how we spoil them and set them up for disaster.Time flies by so fast and we should not miss anything going on with them. It is our job to watch them like hawks. That power job and the fat bank account will mean nothing if we fail as parents.
Let’s face facts, our society does not exactly take rape seriously, the perpetrators are hardly ever brought to justice and the victims are often blamed for their experiences. It is left to us mothers to protect these little ones. Take up that bat and fight in your own little way, their scars are ours. It’s what we teach them now that they will take to adulthood.
And I say again, let’s raise our girls with self-esteem and our boys to be complete gentlemen.
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