Whoever said to forgive and forget was a fraud.
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“Word Break”
The Road It’s up and down This thing called life, This journey of mine. But faith and mercy And grace all together Will lead me home. A Tale of Two Covenants continues next week.
What sort of relationship are you in?
So I don’t often have charge of the TV and I also don’t have NETFLIX (whoa! I know, I know. What a boring life, how on earth do I survive ) I just might tell you all about it some other time. But for now, the TV does very well, thank you for your concern. …One of those few shows that I generally call my show is 90 Day Fiancé and one of my favourite spin offs so far is Before the 90 Days.
This is Awkward
Here I am wishing you Merry Christmas when it’s almost New Year. I’ve never been really good at synchronizing real life with social media. Especially when real life consists of jollof rice, spicy plantains,
Wifey Material
No, don’t get upset at the title. I’m not about to give a list of what you should or should not do to become that domestic species for someone’s son. Actually, and here’s a fun fact, every time wife is mentioned in the old testament, it’s actually not “wife”.
Mums Freaking Out
Do you have an old picture of your mother? The yellowish tinged or black and white photograph where they posed in front of a nice building or holding a flower in their hand. The ones where they have a big afro and thick wedge heels.
Expanding!
… the conversation moved away from cake and I mentioned that I needed to get a new phone because I couldn’t download all the apps I wanted. The internal memory of the phone was just 16G. My brother exclaimed, “Oh no! That’s too limiting!” I agreed. I seriously needed to upgrade. And the most annoying part, I had to start deleting pictures that I loved. Has that ever happened to you?
The Real You Is Needed
In the social media and influencer world, it’s easy to want a certain sort of life that everyone else seems to have. But that’s when you’ve got to believe that you are exactly who God wants you to be. Your experiences may not even be the best but they are working out for best.
Hello, daddy. Can I come home?
… in every heart is a daddy-shaped hole.
All or Nothing
At what point does “heaven” help those who help themselves? What about the helpless?
HIGH ON GRACE 