Understanding The Voice Of The Father

Hi, welcome once again, and welcome to the month of June. We have crossed the first half of the year,  and it's pretty exciting. And it's my birthday month as well, yay !!! I am looking forward to making the most of the second half of 2017.  Today's lesson is pretty straight forward, as inspired by the ever sweet Holy Spirit. Enjoy your read.

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As I walked to my office this morning, I made a quick stop at a cake shop. My intention was to make an inquiry. As I stepped into the store, I looked around and found a lady/shop attendant arranging items. The following conversation occurred:

Me: Good morning, please I will like to make an inquiry?

Woman: No, we don't have.

Me: (deducing she didn't know what inquiry meant) I mean I will like to ask a question 

Woman: ok

Me: What types of cakes do you have? 

Woman: blank look 

Me: I mean, what flavors of cake do you have?

woman: Like birthday cake?....

Me: (sighs in disbelief)

Woman:(deducing her answer was not right)  My sister will come in afternoon, come at 2 

As I walked away, I simply shook my head in wonder. The conversation I intended to have was one which was seemingly simple, however, the lady in question had no understanding of the basic English required. The conversation kept me thinking as I walked away. I attempted to shrug off the conversation, as a scene like this is no different from that which occurs in many shops across Accra. However, the Holy Spirit made me linger just a little more.

He asked:

The Heart of Our Father

Hi, welcome once again. I hope you enjoyed the last post and actively reminded yourself God’s love for you is real. If you haven’t read that post you can check it here. Today’s lesson is based on a conversation I was engaged in over the last weekend, and the lesson God ministered to me based on it. Be blessed as you read and I pray God opens the eyes of our understanding to the mysteries of His word.

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Over the weekend, my husband and I visited a friend. This was our first visit, so we got introduced to the family for the first time. During the course of our visit, we were able to converse with our friend’s parents at length. From the conversation, we gained a wealth of knowledge, we heard some history, some lessons and some key points to take back and think on. As we rounded up our conversation in readiness to leave, our host’s father passed a comment, which has been ringing in my Spirit all day. While it seemed like a passive comment, I realized that those words in themselves had a lot of power.

He stated (paraphrasing), “My daughter is not as assertive has I want her to be. She is not taking advantage of my love for her. I want the best for her and she knows that at her request I will move heaven and earth to make things happen. I am still waiting for her to make a single request. I hope it will not be too late when she decides to come to me for something.”. It seemed like a passing phrase, so we all laughed off the statement, stating: “in time she will grow out of it”. However, as I moved around doing my chores today, the Holy Spirit brought those words back to my heart and it lighted up my spirit.

The scenario painted is perfect for the lesson.

Oh The Wonders of Love

Hey guys,

Welcome to the blog once again. Today’s post is in many ways not like our usual. But I have it greatly impressed on my heart to write it, so write away I go.

So, from any of my previous posts featuring Mr. B as the object of my lesson, you should have deduced I am in love with my husband. Well yeah, like I say, should that be news?

Anyway, this morning I woke up just loving my husband (yes this is normal). But aside from me knowing it for myself, I just held on to him for a good while saying: I looovvvveee you. Lol (Toni, you are dramatic)

Lover, Where Art Thou ?

Hi there again,

So Mr. B went away for a couple of days and help me Lord, I missed my husband dearly. I basically sat down the whole day before he left thinking of how much I would miss him.

As I thought of how much I was going to miss him, even though he hadn't left, the Holy Spirit nudged me. I had basically mapped out how I would wait for his calls, and how lonely I would be without him for me to look at, trouble or simply enjoy his presence. (Yes I know, I am in love. Should that be news?)


Anyway, Mr. B went on his trip, and for each day I remember waiting patiently just to hear his voice. Not like we weren't chatting oh, but I wanted to experience a deeper level of intimacy associated with hearing my lovers voice after a few hours. *Sighs*

Anyway, enough of me giving you my emotional rundown. Let's get to the lesson.

A Little Dirt, A Few Flies

Hello again,

And welcome back fellow growing Christians (old and new),

So we do not waste too much time, I'll like us to get down to business... 

Have you ever left a piece of trash out somewhere for a little while?  Let's say a piece of mango you just finished eating or a piece of moldy leftover lunch. What happens when you do that, go away for 5 minutes and come back? Yes, I do expect you to answer that question, only that I can't hear your answer, so I'll go ahead and write mine. Well, you get a bunch of flies buzzing around your trash. 

A couple of days ago, as I rushed to get ready for work, I took out the bin bag and placed it outside, on the veranda. The plan was to pick if up from the veranda and take it to the bigger bin outside the compound. As rushing to work will have it, I totally forgot to do that. 

Fast forward to about two days after. I am in the kitchen cooking, and I keep hearing the buzzing of flies by the window.  What in heavens name is attracting those?  I ask myself. I keep cooking for a while, and when the buzz becomes too annoying, I step outside to check. Lo and behold, here is my small bag of forgotten trash. Oh boy. 

Hey, Wait For Me !!!

Ok, so I am the scapegoat of today.

A little background on today's lesson.

I normally meet the office bus to work at a particular stop. For each stop, it has a specific time it gets there and picks people. I left the house early enough to get to my stop, walked to the junction and waited for a car, but once I entered public transport, I knew I was going to be late.

The reason being:

Oh What Joy !!!

Let me paint a little scenario that has my heart filled with Joy, this story centers around Mr. B. Forgive me, My Love.

If anyone knows my husband, you would know how simple he can be. Well, me being the unsimple one, have of course tried to incorporate some "higher grades of simple" into his life. A couple of days ago was one notable success for me. I succeeded in making my husband wear a style different from his usual. You see, this seems like a very simple act, but it entailed some gradual mental conviction, to the practicality of getting him to agree to the style and finally putting it on. *sighs*.



Well, once Mr. B got dressed yesterday believe me when I say I was glad about what I saw. Oh, maybe glad is an understatement, I was overjoyed. Consciously or unconsciously, I kept throwing glances at my husband and grinning in my head.

Like that was not enough, I made sure everyone noticed his dressing (not like they couldn't see, but you know, appreciate my husband). The icing on the cake for me was when Mr. B, mentioned he liked his outfit. Oh my God, my heart melted (me screaming, "Yesss, he liked it").

Hold on for me, this is not a pointless post of my oohing and ahhing about my husband, I am getting to the lesson.

Growing my hair spiritually 😆

A little over a year ago, I cut my hair low to return natural. I.e for guys that don't understand that, I decided to stop the use of chemicals on my hair, and simply stick to my hair's natural state.

Well, to return  natural is like going back to basics, learning the new methods of caring for your hair and bla bla bla.

For a good while now my hair had been growing, but the growth stage wasnt too long, so I could wear my hair in an easy afro anyday.  It's been over a year now, and the hair is grown, I mean grown past easy afro stage. Meaning to take my hair out with the intentions of looking normal, I need to take time and actually do something to it. This stage of growth is called the akward stage, whereby the hair isn't short, but isn't long enough to also do some things.

What Isn't The Norm?

A couple of days ago as I rode home from work, nearing my stop, I informed the driver "I'll alight here", said thank you and hopped off. As a walked away, the word "alight" kept ringing in my head and the Holy Spirit brought an old incident to my remembrance.

It was when I was in my final year in High School, I got a lift from a friend's mom one day. As we approached my stop, with my jumpy Nigerian self, I said: " I will get down here ma". In my heart of hearts, I was right, until she went like, "it's alight,  not get down". To say I was embarrassed is an understatement, I was a final year student in High School, still being corrected for English. Chia, e pain me oh.