What if the very thing disqualifying you in your own eyes is precisely what God is waiting on? A reflection on the biblical pattern of the chosen few, and the terrifying, liberating prayer that unlocks it.
I checked my phone expecting an ordinary morning, but what I heard instead was a cry that changed everything. Someone had died.
Most of what we create will not matter when we are gone. That is fine. Not everything needs to.
Look at you. Life has been so kind to you. You get things easily. Work, funds… everything. That was what someone said to me one day. And when the words landed, there was this awkward pause. Because… what do you even say to something like that?
We strike the Rock when we lead with anger instead of grace, when we take credit instead of giving glory…
…The Attack I Hope Never Comes I was reading Numbers 16 when I had to
I was reading through Numbers 13 when something stopped me mid-verse. The chapter lists the
I didn’t plan to write about courage this week.
But Lagos transport reminded me that Nigerians don’t always suffer because we have no power… sometimes we suffer because we keep quiet.
I almost didn’t write today. My bed and I had a serious meeting this morning… and I was losing. It said: “Come closer.” I said: “Lord, help me.” Pillow ministry almost won. I’m tired—the kind of tired that makes responsibility feel like noise. Even my Easter break tried… but I still came out needing rest from my rest. And I think a lot of us are on 2% pretending we’re fine.
There is something quietly happening to our hearts. It’s not loud.It’s not obvious.It is not
