How far can I go with this burden?Who will help me carry it?All the pain, it was so suddenbut no one as my helper could fit Though I am weak and heavy ladenThere is one who is tender and sweetAbba can lead me if I harkenand if I humbly bow at His feet
A 15-year-old's interpretation of life and purpose.
2023 will be an amazing year but there will be some hard days: days when you will want to give up and throw in the towel. On those days, remember these words. #TheThreeMinutesBlog
This is for the moments that formed into seasons, the days of grief that spilled into months This is for the days when you forgetthat darkness holds no water in your souland the deep end will not swallow you whole When your heart hangs by a threadAnd agony stands ten-feet tall, whisper: In this sea… Continue reading Nameless
You see this fire in your hands?It was made to light the pathof redemptionand bring the lost sheepback home This song that flows from your lungs,the worlds you create with pen and paper,every brush stroke that kisses the canvas,Each curve, bend, pause, and playpoints man back to Abba This gift in your handsis a tale… Continue reading Ignite.
I don't know who needs to hear this but, breathe. Everything will be okay. Many times in the past weeks, I caught myself clenching my jaw, my forehead mapped with worry lines as my shoulders tensed with fear. I would go to bed in the early hours of the morning, after burning both sides of… Continue reading Moment
Step in With your heart on your sleeves and Hope as your compass Dive in With your past abandoned on the shore Dive in Eagerly, relentlessly Find higher depths of healing and Wider paths of peace Break every fetter of fear Redemption calls to you Let the lies dissolve with the sea As you wash… Continue reading SEA
Nna’m, I see you. I forgive you. I love you. It has been hard getting to know each other these last few years. It has been a gut-wrenching journey, pushing past the sea of pain and getting to this shore. We have said words that cut deep, masked our hurt with hate and danced with… Continue reading Nna’m (Father)
The streets glimmer with gold And my footsteps echo with relief As I run to meet my Lover And fall into His arms of rest His eyes hold love unfiltered As He gazes tenderly upon me, Seeing the perfect reflection of His Son And my glittering crown of grace No more do I… Continue reading Of Grace and Glory
I was never the fun kid growing up. I always had my head buried in a book, caught up in a different world. This was probably why my friendship circle was unusually small for a child. It was a miracle, but I had a childhood best friend- Mmesomachi. Our friendship was very peculiar, more of… Continue reading About Mmesoma