Forgetting to Speak life : I woke up this morning with a heavy heart. Some reoccurring bad dreams have been bothering my sleep. The holidays are approaching, and I was reminded I have no family or friends to celebrate together. Sadness often wants to suffocate me, and discouragement wants to befriend up at unexpected times. I often forget to speak life into my sorrowful soul. As I walked into the kitchen I was welcomed by a pile of unwashed dishes from the previous day. My triplets woke up right after and each of them demanded for my attention. My house
Song of Thankful Heart “When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed, When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, Count your many blessings, name them one by one, And it will surprise you what the Lord has done. When you look at others with their lands and gold, Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold; Count your many blessings—money cannot buy Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.” – Johnson Oatman (1897) It is so easy for my eyes to look at my neighbor’s green pastures, and wish for their blessing. We tend to not have
There are days when I battle with my indecisiveness. Some days you will find me in the store holding two items that have caught my eye, and a big question “which one do I choose out of these two now?”. I can almost hear my husband repeat every single time “Please pick the one thing that you like the most.” As a Christian, we cannot serve both God and man. We should learn to choose what we want in Christ for the rest of our Christian life. There is absolute contentment, healing, and anointing in choosing to seek God over
Choices. choices. choices. There is so much to choose from on this earth both good or bad, desire or need, lust or love, take life or give life, steal or donate. Everyone has the freewill to choose and know the consequences of the choices each have made. We can even choose what kind of attitude we can have each day, or the friendships we must continue to have, and the qualities we must choose to embody as a Christian on this earth. The choices we choose to make are vital for our personal growth and for the generations after us.
A recent sneaky behavior from an acquaintance has left me on a rather sad note. It was a group gathering, and I had left my toddlers under someone’s watch while I turned my back to look for something. After I returned, I noticed this person suddenly trying to hide their phone from me. Since I was standing right besides, I noticed it was my children’s picture that was taken behind my back. Thoughts raced through my mind as to why would this person wanted to hide them from me, or why not share the pictures with me since they are
I have been teaching my toddlers about the Creation, and how the Devil deceived the first woman. It takes a special craft to even deceive someone, and in this post, we are going to see how we can prevent being deceived by anyone including Satan. We read in Genesis chapter 2 and verse 15-17 “The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it. And the Lord God commanded the man, “You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree
Stench to scent I remember going to the fish market as a little girl along with my parents in one of my prettiest dress. It was located near the Arabian Sea and the stench of fishes were unbearable after a minute of standing in the market. A pretty attire had no place to be in an area filled with dead stinky fishes. I still recall the smell coming from the fisherwomen selling the fishes, and it was completely different from the scent of Versace or Burberry. Today, I wonder how is it that my Lord was not ashamed to walk besides
Sense of smell play a distinguished role in awakening all our senses whether they be the smell of a freshly baked pie, to French fries, or even a rotten fried fish. It could either stench up the place ,or spread a pleasant scent throughout our home.
I loved sneaking up behind my uncle and imitating his walk when I was a little girl. Both his hands along with his shoulders would swing and rotate in slow motion as his body moved all the way to the right and then all the way to the left. It was as if he was breaking into a slow dance and I giggled every time he turned around wondering what I am trying to do behind him. Last week, I wrote a very special prayer for every parent <- Click here I pray you will most certainly read it aloud