Gifts & Heirlooms

What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

If they are personal to me or my loved ones, they are dear to me.

But if I have to really think about it, they would be heirlooms. Or anything that belongs to my dear ones.

My father gave me a multipurpose nail clipper that had a keyring. I thought since I hardly lose my keys, I won’t lose this one.

Well, I misplaced it or it was stolen at my hostel. I felt terrible to have to report to my dad, that I could not find the nailclipper.

I forgot to keep my mother’s dictionary under lock and key. Because I shared the room with only one person. When I had to move, I did not remember to check it at the headboard I had placed it.

Contacting the Hostel Warden to please get it for it, he said he could not find it. That dictionary was special in more ways than one. My mother had hard covers joined to it with gold engravings. I felt terrible.

I’m not as attached to what I buy. But if it was given me or bought for me. It becomes very dear and priceless to me.

Even after many years of losing stuff, I still grieve for them. Because it feels like losing a part of that person that had been entrusted to me. When it newly happened, I thought I would never recover. The pain was deep. But gradually I came to terms with it.

The sentimental value attached is what makes personal belongings dear. It makes them irreplaceable and priceless.

I have heard of people paying Private Investigators to trace and buy back — no matter the price — an item that once belonged to a dear one. To someone unrelated, it might seem like too much fuss over something that is no longer useful or in vogue.

But like it often said, “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.“

No wonder that wedding formula includes something old and something borrowed.

Jesus Christ talks about, our hearts being were our treasures are.

Therefore, “guard your heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life.”

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Tangible and Non-Tangible Treasures

Do you have any collections?

The question stunned me for hours, which wasn’t hard considering I was not feeling well.

Stunned because, where do I begin? My collection are so much that I feel overwhelmed most times.

My collections are in categories. I will try to address as many as possible.

Emotional Collections: I have felt a variety of things over the years — positives, negatives, good, bad and a combination of most. Now I may not feel many of such at the moment, but I remember them especially when my memories are triggered. Which leads to the next collection.

Collection of Experiences: Both personal and that of others, though I treasure that of others more. Because I could only have a secondary feeling of the experience, and that is only because I empathize with people a lot. I’m one of those into my feelings person. Because of this, I’m into the feelings of others as well. My experiences are sometimes either too personal or something. On second thought, maybe I value my experiences differently. Or I am too busy experiencing them as independent entities that have a life and will of their own. It is sort of hard to collect experiences trying to collect you, no? The struggle/choice is between not losing myself to experiences and trying to gather those experiences. Collecting and keeping myself is my primary goal. Personal Experiences are often like unwanted guests or August visitors. We often cannot control how short or how long they stay. The issue here is, I don’t want to get collected by my experiences. The struggle with experiences has shown me a lot about myself though.

Collections of “Stuff” : I am a hoarder. So naturally I hardly throw away things, because I find it wasteful to throw away things before they have maximised their potential. From plastic bottles, to grocery bags and the likes. I will need those things later. Later sometimes means years down the line, while occupying space, gathering dust, making cleaning more challenging than it ought to. But when it does come handy — mostly for others who have been helpful to my family — then the challenges of hoarding are worth it. In my defence, I don’t like to just “use and dump”.

Collections of Wisdom and Knowledge: These are favourites and they range from spiritual, relational, emotional and psychological. I gather these from reading, fiction mostly and watching movies. There isn’t any movie I have watched or novel I have read I didn’t try to juice lessons or wisdom from. My mother taught me, to not just be entertained but to make sure I am schooled as well. Also I collect wisdom from people’s shared life stories and experiences — better to learn from others than to learn from yourself. My mother taught me that too. And I am grateful she did and I listened. Listening to wise and knowledgeable people is also another way I collect wisdom.

Well, that will be that on collections. It few odd times during daylight hours and night time to think and write this. See you next post or the comment section. Shalom😇

Love: Courage & Strength

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

I want my family to be known as the loving family that you must not cross swords with.

Most see love as a weakness, because it often requires that you are vulnerable.

However, Jehovah God is Love and there’s nothing weak about God. He made all and all was made by Him. He’s a Mystery that cannot be fully understood.

Yet, He came as man through humble beginnings to go about doing good on the way to becoming the ultimate sacrifice for us that He requires from us.

He followed His own rules, commandments, statutes and ordinances in the person of Jesus Christ.

That is so mind-blowing if you really the think of it.

God had no problem in expressing His feelings. He is the Almighty and He is expressive, willing to “reason with us” — only if we are willing to reason with Him.

Which makes me think and remember, that I have been handed legacies from my earthly father, the heroes and heroines of my ancestry and my Heavenly Father, the Almighty God.

They have not been easy to uphold, but the strength of God and wanting my life to tell my children of the great legacies they have, has kept me going.

I still have ways to go on this journey of legacy. What excites me about it is that, I will continue the journey as I hold the hands of the children God will give me, in our walk into a greater and brighter future.

“They that know their God shall be strong and shall do exploits… “
The Book of Daniel in The Holy Bible of Christians

Handmaid of God Almight, Handmade by the King of kings.

Woman... Hand-made by the King of kings 

Handmaid of the King of King

Crafted by the Creator of all.

Made a Help-meet

Called by God a help-meet

Called by the first man a woman

Like him but unlike with a beautiful difference

Designed for companionship

Formed for so much more

Unique in content

Your voice sounds soft and soothing

Your laughter like music

Your smile is like the morning sun

There’s strength even in your weakness

A rose that can grow anywhere

There’s more to you than meets the eye

Your beauty is a treasure

Only to the eye of those who behold you
Beyond the physical
No matter what you wear
Or what your background is

Your heritage is royalty
Your aura announces your presence
You are never unnoticed

Born a woman by a woman
You are naturally formed
To carry and bear
What the strongest of men cannot

You may look delicate
But you have the fighting spirit
To be optimistic about life
No matter how bleak

A rose that can grow anywhere
Never doubt yourself
You are a refined
by the King of kings Himself

Never give up
You are a class on your own
No basis for comparison
You are less than no one

Handmaid of the Great I AM,
the King of kings and Lord of lords.

Happy International Women’s Day

Arise and shine ✨

The Problem with Planning

Hiiiii! Wonderful and Beautiful people of GOD💐💐🙋🏽‍♀️ How are you doing? Happy New Year!✨🎆

It’s been so long since I last blogged. I have been more overwhelmed than busy. The thought of what I needed to do, became a heavier burden than, doing what needed to be done.

This is why I am not a fan of planning, as fantastic as it is. Planning is almost like the stretches before exercise. As far as I am concerned, if the stretches go beyond five minutes, then my exercise is done. I suppose that’s why my stomach is not table flat yet, but that is a blogging for another day.

Planning — which means getting everything in theoretical order before beginning anything practical — is mentally and psychologically tasking; which can sometimes be draining and even traumatizing.

The excitement of starting something new may gradually be replaced, with a desperate prayer for success laced with fear or just not doing anything until you have all the resources and everything else needed.

These are some of the “dark” sides of planning that I don’t hear people talk about. It can be draining and exhausting — if I haven’t said that before. Not to mention, time-consuming.

Because you are reminded of what your inabilities and limitations are. Wounds are poked at and scars juggle your memory of how you got them. You can be sure that at least one the following: fear, PTSD, mild depression, discouragement, feeling impotent or inadequate; may come knocking before you are done planning.

Happy New Year 🎆 again people.💐

FOR THOSE WHO WAIT ON THE LORD…THE WAIT IS OVER

FOR THOSE WHO WAIT ON THE LORD…THE WAIT IS OVER

All Lives Matter: Depends on Who You Ask…

Hello Wonderbeau People! 😊💐💐💐💐💐💐💐I hope we have all been good. With the help of the Most High God, I have been good. The goal is perfection as Jehovah desires it, but we will get there one step at a time.

A lot has been going on, on the international scene, that we can relate with, one way or the other — no matter which part of the globe we belong to or are situated.

I have been out of the loop in my writing, though the passion is there. I have been reading other blogs by amazing writers and commenting on what I think, on matters I have been very eager to write about. I deliberately took a nap, so my desires can synchronise with my bodily will. So here I am.

This post will address what I think of Pro-choice, now known as the Pro-abortion movement.

I have been watching in amazement via different social media platforms the excerpts of madness the pro-abortionists have been indulging in.

What I will like, is for many of them to be sued for “threat on lives and property”, which they have openly said or threatened to do to prolifers. I believe the government has let them run wild for far too long. For anyone to threaten bodily harm or sexually harass someone on camera for the whole world to see, and no legal action has been taken, makes me wonder if the justice system is asleep.

I am glad though that we have won a victory for life. That the unborn now have compassionate voices, whose voices have grown stronger and more persistent.

The pandemic has been a double-edged sword in many ways.

One of which is the forceful vaccination that was beginning to gain momentum globally, until the threat of the virus suddenly became less of a threat and many global citizens were not going to sit for being forced to get poked with a controversial vaccine.

Now you might wonder what the heck the vaccine has to do with prolife or pro-abortion. Well, it so happens that many pro-choice folks were very pro-vaccine, which wouldn’t be a problem if they weren’t “crusading” for all to be vaccinated — whether they wanted to or not.

It was not just their body, their choice anymore. It was also their choice to decide for everyone else.

That was an eye opener for many prolifers, that pro-choice people were not that compassionate about other people’s choices. It was simply a matter of convenience. Because the talk in the media was that an unvaccinated person could infect a vaccinated person. Therefore, for the “safety” of all, everyone “must” be vaccinated or else…you know the rest.

And that was when the vaccinated became vehement in their demands for others to be vaccinated. Like most abortions, people were coerced and threatened to vaccinate.

Pro-choice folks became the very thing they accused prolifers of — forcing others to conform to their beliefs.

This I believe brought about this more vocal and organised protest against abortion. The pro-choice have shown themselves to be as intolerant and sanctimonious as they accuse prolifers to be.

Prolifers have realised that appealing and “kowtowing” to the “sensibilities” and rights of prochoicers — at the expense of personal rights — will not be reciprocated.

So prolifers went all out for what they believed and the opposition became very hostile, abusive and violent in some cases.

Now, it would seem every prolifer is in danger, including churches and pregnancy resource centres; something abortion clinics never had to worry about. Because all lives matter to prolifers, including the lives of prochoicers and their unborn.

From the aggressive reaction of many prochoicers, it would seem like the animal-farm mentality lives rent-free in their psyche — some lives are more or less equal to others.

I will like to think that many pro-choicers agree to disagree with prolifers and do not go beyond that. However, the snippets of outrage I have seen, have made me doubt if there are any prochoicers left, who are not violent in “defending their choice”.

Shout out to all prolifers that have and are still holding the Fort on the frontline for the unborn. I want to appreciate you, for being gracious and courageous in the face of open threats. God bless you, and keep you strong, safe and standing in Jesus Christ’s name. This isn’t about us. It’s about God, our conscience and the preservation of humanity.

For prochoicers and/or proabortionists, I hope for your sake, you come to know the truth which will make you free. However, prolifers will no longer bow to your choices. Prolifers have their “choices” too. And they have every right to defend it.

Shalom!😇

It Begins With You!

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Falling and Trying to Rise

Hello Wonderbeau people!

So I have relapsed into a toxic habit I have been trying to stop, but so far seems stuck with me and me to it.

The familiarity is one of the things I dread about it. Because, when one does something often enough, one becomes used to it. Making it hard to keep walking away.

It doesn’t help that it’s also a sin, which makes it double-whammy distress.

I could write about other things. But then it would be dishonest of me to not share what I am going through even if I cannot go into details.

This sin/habit has been conceived for as long as I can remember, but it was born out of a tragedy — I had lost a very close and dear family member.

Not long after, I started indulging in behaviour I had no business being in.

I knew better, but I could not make myself do better. I still can’t. But I have no choice but to believe my deliverance is near.

One thing the struggle with this “sweet” poisonous sin has taught me is compassion and understanding for others who struggle, especially with addictions.

I never understood how they would even want to do those things, much less continue. I didn’t understand the lack of self-discipline.

I do understand now. Painfully so. One of the side effects of sin is that you feel you cannot condemn it. So you find yourself trying to justify it.

Hell will freeze over first before I justify sin or any wrong. I refuse to lose my conscience or be partial to sin because it easily beset me. I will speak against it but not the persons involved.

Thankfully, I have grown to the point where I can separate an act from the “actor”. I can condemn an act without condemning the actor. God loves the sinner but hates the sin. I took my cue from that.

I guess condemning or hating the sinner will just be overkill, because they have to face the consequences of that sin, in whatever form it comes. And that’s not even the worst part.

The worst part is hurting the ONE you love, serve, pray to, adore and want to please. Yes, Jehovah GOD.

Feeling like a traitor who constantly betrays the Lover of her soul is a painful feeling. I felt I was taking God for granted. I was. Doing what God did not like and always asking for “forgiveness”, it just feels very hypocritical and cruel.

Imagine if your loved one keeps hurting you and keeps saying, “I am so sorry, Babe. I just can’t help myself!“😪 And yet they keep doing it. This is how I feel about the situation.

It has made me question my salvation and my love for God. To put it mildly, it is not perfect yet.

I have questioned my values, my person and my beliefs and all I stand for. What do I really stand for, if I keep doing something bad for myself? Do I truly love myself when I knowingly sin? What’s my excuse?

I see though, that I need to work more on my pursuit of righteousness, my journey with GOD — like spending more time with Him, even if I have to come filthy. Because, if I wait until I “snap out of it” before I talk to God, I might end up completely out of the Faith, and I will never allow that.

I have noticed though, that fully participating in supervised deliverance sessions by anointed deliverance ministers, with other deliverance candidates, does work in killing sin gradually. That is, if one is consistently submitting to deliverance one will be free sooner than later.

Personal deliverance is good. But the corporate anointing that comes with gathering with others to pray and fast, works faster. And I am saying this from personal experience. The Bible says, “One shall chase one thousand and two shall put ten thousand to flight”. Also, where two or more are gathered in the name of Jesus, God is in their midst.

It then becomes spiritual pride when one is struggling with a sin that will send one to hell, and all one can say is, “I don’t need to go to church to commune with GOD.”

True enough, one should pray, worship, praise, thank and talk to God at all times, in all places. But when one needs help, one must seek godly counsel and prayers from true Christian elders, as one is led by the Spirit of God to do. Instead of struggling alone.

GOD is my refuge and strength, a very present help in the day of trouble. Therefore will I not fear though the earth be moved, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea… The LORD of hosts is with me. The God of Jacob is my refuge…

Psalm 46

A Center Force

“You know? You and your husband are the newest Omphalos.” Princess MayRose mused to her cousin.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, you’re the daughter of a powerful Royal couple and your husband is an Emperor.”

“And?” Indira sighed.

MayRose sighed. “Do you not understand? You two are the common link between two extremes. Your union has created a powerful center. Use this to influence peace around you. Otherwise, your links to other kingdoms will be used as strings by the evil ones and you the puppets. You cannot be indifferent to what you possess!”

With this post, the Weekend Writing Prompt has been going for a full five years! Where has the time gone? Thanks so much to everyone who joins in.  It’s lovely to have you all here. ~ Sammi A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to […]

Weekend Writing Prompt #260- Omphalos