Christian Musings

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.”

Christian Musings, Life

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. ShalomπŸ˜‡

Christian Musings, Jehovah, Life, Parenting Series, Purpose and life's mission

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

Christian Musings, Jehovah, Life, Poem, Purpose and life's mission, Sanguine thoughts

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 ✨

Business/Career, Christian Musings, Purpose and life's mission

The Problem with Planning

Hiiiii! Wonderful and Beautiful people of GODπŸ’πŸ’πŸ™‹πŸ½β€β™€οΈ How are you doing? Happy New Year!βœ¨πŸŽ†

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 πŸŽ† again people.πŸ’

Christian Musings

All Lives Matter: Depends on Who You Ask…

Hello Wonderbeau People! πŸ˜ŠπŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’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.


Christian Musings, Life, Purpose and life's mission, Sanguine thoughts, Singles' issues

Illusions of Womanhood

Hallo Wonderbeau Everyone! I hope it’s well with your soul?

So I am trying to pick off my musings one by one, not because I have more time, but because I am giving up something (my personal care, at the moment) to write. But currently, I will rather write than brush my teeth. Hopefully, that doesn’t become a habit. 😬 πŸ˜…

I just read another chapter of a novel from from Notes to Women, an author on this platform, gripping stories she writes, I tell you. I stop over at her “place” on this WordPress “Avenue” to read her latest novel updates, before coming “home” to muse.

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Christian Musings, Life, Purpose and life's mission, Sanguine thoughts, Singles' issues

Illusion of Innocence

This has been a long time coming. But now, I really think I must say something. Perhaps, to prevent women from being with someone who “settled” with them, rather than men who love them deeply and really want to be their husbands — for all it’s worth!

Welcome to a new week and month, Wonderbeau people!!! 🀩

It’s exciting to share my thoughts with you again. This may or may not take a while, but here it goes.


Recently, some beautiful weddings happened! And I was grinning πŸ˜€ from ear πŸ‘‚ to ear πŸ‘‚.

The women had become legends in their fields. They were beautiful, very successful and famous.

They had also being single for so long.

So for those of us who are fans, their weddings were pleasant surprises.

Then of course, you had the folks who just had to find something unnice to say. Namely, their age.

The unspoken “spell” was that, a highly successful woman is less likely to marry her type, if she ever gets to that point.

By her type, I mean a man within her age group, handsome and as successful/rich, if not more successful or richer than herself.

So these recent celebrity weddings, broke that (damn) “spell”. From all accounts, the men were what some would call “high value men”.

Then it hit me.

If this is happening publicly, then a lot of this must be happening everywhere.

If you haven’t noticed, the “norm” was men married younger women, with lesser achievements and much lesser ambition than the men.

Now, I know there are men who prefer their equals in every sense of the word. However, negative narratives tend to trend more, than the positives.

So I was wondering. Are the men in their 30s and 40s, no longer interested in much younger women? If yes, why?

It’s part of the “whys”, I want to share here.

One of the reasons “some” men go for young things is the promise of innocence — something that is noticeably, conspicuously and painfully absent in today’s 18s to 25yr-olds. But I digress.

Now, females are touted to be more intelligent than males of their age. Few men, can handle that reality. The reality of dating or marrying women smarter than them.

Then there is the issue of, familiarity. Both genders of the same age group know one another too well. So there’s no room to sow any wild oats among your “classmates” because, you will not get away with it. We know the hands they are about to deal, before they even lift their hands.

Guess the female classmates know too much, so the males decided to go younger in their dating choices.

Younger women tend to hero worship older men. When I was 15, I had a wish to date a 30 year old man, because he will be more matured, more responsible, less of a playboy and ready to get married.

Now am I glad, that wish never came true. Because I probably would have been played, by a man or men, whose tricks are totally unfamiliar to me, but completely familiar with women their age.

This is why players and egoistic men go for young women. Just as men have the advantage of innocence and naivety of the young women on their side, the young women have the illusion that older men have the means and maturity to make their romantic wishes of happily-ever-after, come true.

Younger women were the clay and the older men were the potters. A lot of this relationships worked because one was the revered “lord of the Manor” while the other was the starry-eyed “student” whose “professor” could do no wrong.

Then things changed. There were a lot more Amber Heard-y younger women, than the gentle, “Yes m’lord” younger women. And men with strict preferences for younger women began to panic. Because some of them have already been in Johnny Depp shoes. Those who haven’t, are watching what is happening or they have friends who have been abused by some cute younger women.

And now, the men are beginning to see their female equals with new eyes. Women they have once scorned for being too much. Too opinionated, too competitive(successful), too “feminist”(not wanting to be subject), too rich, too high maintenance (has good taste), too “old”, and so on.

This must be an epiphany for men, who want younger women for the wrong reasons. They are being served, and they don’t like the meal. The innocence is gone. Their mates seem more innocent than the younger women who “served” them in ways they didn’t bargain for.

Now, I am miffed. Because I was beginning to fantasise about marrying a younger man. Yes. And why not? Priyanka Chopra and Meghan Markle are a bit older in age than their husbands, so what the heck?

Ironic, how both Priyanka and Meghan had a lot of bad press. I wonder why. One can only hope, it wasn’t because they “dared” to marry rich eligible bachelors who are younger than them! One can only hope. But even if it was. Millennial women grow more beautiful but “thicker” skin as they age. So what’s “bad press” gotta do with it?

Now that our classmates seem to be coming home to roost, I think we would like to know where the “hey” they have been. Because, they are not getting any welcome anything from me.

If you’re going to consider your “classmates” make sure it’s not one of those who had scorned you and gone after your younger sisters’ classmates.

You deserve better than a “burnt-out dude”. You didn’t wait this long to have the “left overs” of your younger ones. That is a humongous insult, upon monumental injury.

Do. Not. Settle. With. Anyone, who didn’t see you as a first option.

You have come this far. Pray that God connects you with the right man who will see you as all he’s ever wanted and all he will ever want, in a loving and cherishing way.

I know the wait has been long. But hold on. Don’t give up. Don’t compromise. Don’t settle with less.

Believe and trust God for the best, and God in His mercy will fulfill the good desires of our hearts in accordance to His will, in the might name of Jesus Christ.

Hold on…Your full scale laughter is closer to you than you think. Stay close to God and hold your peace. πŸŒΊπŸ’πŸ‡