Monday, 14 July 2014

This is just a comment from yours truly on Thelma thinks blog, I promised I was going to write about the rift in my relationship, I still will. Heartbreak can be stressful, here is a little piece from me. I Am built for this s*it

As time/seasons went by, I thought imperatively that as much as one tried and did there best it would be enough. I assumed that as much as you love someone and showed care they would reciprocate in same measures........we'll maybe not same measures,  The way to a mans heart is his belly, hhahahaahahaha(laffing in Spanish ) Tee whom ever brought that assumption needs to be whooped, damnit! The wrong assumption made me bring out my cooking no pay, **whispers**{I was also great in bed} Eeerrrrrrmh maybe they Lied, because if I truly was, they wouldn't want more respectively. Apparently my assumptions were wrong............ All 3 men LIED Tee.
Omalicha if you leave me, I would die" so why did you leave? How do I go on? Where do I begin to trust? Biko left matter for Mathias.
When you are down, please there is an inner strength in you, take long walks if need be, cry if you must, rant if you will, but I urge you to press towards Your God. Cast your cares upon him, take his yoke upon you(his yoke is easy, nd his burden is light Matt 14:14), go all the way with him(his ways are better isaiah 55:8), always have an open heart(God still has plans for us even at old Age), speak positively into your life and the one that broke your heart( release him, cos God never locks us when we offend him countless times).
Alter me: have fun, fun, fun, fun, again I say Fun. Meet friends, spoil ur self a little, shop all the way, buy shoes, eat, drink, cry, dance, sleep and remember your heart ain't made of glass, it can't be broken(they are made of bones. **okwu Nkasi obi)If he is worth you, he would have stayed against all odds.
Women are strong, a man is made of dust, but God foresee our struggle: he made us from BONES.
No matter how broken you are, God Will Fix You.

Wednesday, 9 July 2014

A woman's Battle

I am not where I want to be, but I wake grateful to God for life. I have hope and my faith is I ask?

Where lies the secret strength of faith? It lies in the food it feeds on; for faith studies what the promise is an emanation of divine grace, an overflowing of the great heart of God; and faith says, “My God could not have given this promise, except from love and grace; therefore it is quite certain his Word will be fulfilled.” Then faith thinketh, “Who gave this promise?” It considereth not so much its greatness, as, “Who is the author of it?” She remembers that it is God who cannot lie God omnipotent, God immutable; and therefore concludeth that the promise must be fulfilled; and forward she advances in this firm conviction. She remembereth,why the promise was given,namely, for God’s glory, and she feels perfectly sure that God’s glory is safe, that he will never stain his own escutcheon, nor mar the lustre of his own crown; and therefore the promise must and will stand. Then faith also considereth the amazing work of Christ as being a clear proof of the Father’s intention to fulfil his word. “He that spared not his own Son, but freely delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?” Moreover faith looks back upon the past, for her battles have strengthened her, and her victories have given her courage. She remembers that God never has failed her; nay, that he never did once fail any of his children. She recollecteth times of great peril, when deliverance came; hours of awful need, when as her day her strength was found, and she cries, “No, I never will be led to think that he can change and leave his servant now. Hitherto the Lord hath helped me, and he will help me still.” Thus faith views each promise in its connection with the promise-giver, and, because she does so, can with assurance say, “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life!" Have a blissful day.

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Walk along the Beach with The Lord.

Beautiful morning to you and you. I am inspired to write about this from Thelma's blog post, there are days in our life when we feel the best of us is ready to begin, and there are days when we also feel like letting go and soaring on the wind. The heart ache and all that comes with the trouble of life and all it offers. But the truth is that God is not far.
 Yesterday was one of those days for me, but you know how the saying will end in praise. I hope this little piece keeps you going at least, my love goes out to us all going through stress.                                                            

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,
‘You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?’ U
The Lord replied,
‘The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.’ 

Monday, 7 July 2014

Busy Me

Yes friends, I know I have been away in a while........ Definitely not a good way to Start my diary(if I want you guys around right?) I know that, but I had a very busy weekend, yes with my creator.  But hey pals let loosen up, I have been taking care of my heart and am sure you know what that means to me.                                                                                                                                                             I have a question? Have you ever loved someone, you can hardly breath? Well that's the stage am @ right now. Am so down but I keep my pace@ it, I cry to bed and wake up thinking, but what do I do? Just a stage that would get over itself.                                                                                                      Dear diary, I will be telling you how the rift started. Just 2mrrw I will. Sips Fura

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Just another day

Now am sitting in my office, in my own space.......reading lindaikeji'as blog. Friends I am directed to a link which says "creat a blog"  and for the first time I click. That brings me here. Well it's my own space and I intend to leave it that way.  Just maybe my diary or My space.   I am not a good writer but  I am sure there is room for improvement, feel free to pour your heart out with me. Sloppy kisses from me to you.