Fatherhood (Part One) – Apostle Paul


“They taught me that as long as I had a father in my life I should be satisfied. I believed them. It’s only when I woke up to the realization that his presence does not automatically mean that he is present that I discovered the lump in my throat, the pit in my stomach and the gaping hole in my life.”

A lot has been said about men in present day society. In fact, we have heard so much about the bad that even an example of the good reminds us of the percentage that still falls short of the standard. It’s like there is no winning. For a long time, the situation seemed mostly hopeless; no light at the end of the tunnel. We would need nothing short of a revolution to change the status quo. Now I don’t know if there has been a revolution, but I know that there is hope. 

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He who begun this good work….

It’s been a pretty long minute….. so long that it has been two months. *shrieks* But we are back and hopefully more consistent with posting……

Have you ever been at that point where you know what God says in His Word but you forget that it applies to you because you are not feeling it? I want to go about describing just how easy it is to forget and fall into the mundane of life with no expectations, no grand dreams and just the desire to get to the end of the day; everyday. Instead, I feel a nudge, despite my desire to paint a vivid picture, that the bible says the just shall live by faith, not feelings. But I immediately want to ask how I can believe when I desire to but can’t get my mind around to conceiving the idea or my heart to flex the hope muscles; when I can’t get my spirit to resuscitate my soul from what feels like a severe form of apathy that refuses to recognize its existence. Still I feel a nudge, despite my question, that the just shall live by faith, not feelings, or lack thereof. Although feeling is an aspect of faith, for how can I hope unless I can perceive it with my heart, it is not the basis of it. Faith is trusting in the character of God. Selah. Continue reading “He who begun this good work….”


Sometimes you think that you have been broken enough. You wear your scars as badges, medals of Honor that show just how much you have been through pain and just how much you have or are overcoming; what testimonies are made of. But sometimes, you realize that you are not even half-way on the road to breaking, and all you have is a sprained finger or a broken nail. Other parts are yet to be broken; you are yet to feel true pain; you are yet to know pain beyond comprehension. But you relate with Job so much, you don’t think it could possibly get ‘worse’.
It’s easy to pray, “Lord break me” until you are actually broken; until you have tried to gather up the pieces and glue them together in a refurbished package (all improved with mini battle scars), clutching at your pieces but they keep cutting deeper until you lay them down; until you have nothing else to give but that brokenness; until you have no words but tears and not even your closest of friends can understand the mumbling beneath your breath, trying to explain where you are at; until God is all you have – not just in words, but

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Father’s child

I am my Father’s child/
Whether I am tame or wild/
Whether I am strong or mild/
I am my Father’s child and He goes the extra mile//

He picked me from the sea of billions of faces and said “you”/
No matter how fast or slow your pace is- “you”/
No matter the back and forth, your pacing-“you”/
Regardless of your status, your payslip-“you”/
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Rise up!

Jemima Sumgong
Kenya’s Jemima Sumgong crosses the line to win the Elite Women’s Race during the 2016 Virgin Money London Marathon.

Jemima Sumgong.

That is one name that I will remember for many days to come. In case you are not Kenyan or have not heard about her, she was the 2016 London Women’s marathon winner. The win was and still is so phenomenal because she won despite having suffered a bad fall that left her head bleeding and a near altercation with an onlooker who ran onto the track after she had fallen.

I heard this story on a Sunday afternoon, seated in bumper-to-bumper traffic, with the

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Revelation 12:

10 And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ:

for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night.

11 And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

And they loved not their lives unto death.

I just cannot get over that. The ultimate test passed: that even when the threat of loss of this very life stared them in the faces, they still did not hold on to their lives. All so they

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Heart speak…

heart speak

Sometimes life feels like a highway. You are walking in the middle of the road, cars passing on both sides, people going past on the side walk; it keeps moving. Our moments are centered on interactions with others, with work, with inanimate objects but tangible things all the same. We look forward to the next interaction. We share, we form networks, and we live ‘normal’ lives.

We share our experiences in a bid to help ourselves and each other. But if we were to draw a pie chart and allocate time spent praying and time spent sharing (verbally) with ourselves and with others, what would we discover? Especially as Christians, seeing that we like to encourage each other and give testimonies and ask our fellow brethren and sistren 🙂 to pray for us or include us in prayer?

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