Life, Parenting Series

A Daughter’s Hero, A Father’s Legacy.

Hello Beautiful People! I hope you are keeping safe and sound.

21st June was Father’s Day. 

A bittersweet day for a girl who has lost her first earthly hero. As it’s rightly said, a girl’s hero is her father. 

However, like Elisha having to watch Prophet Elijah his mentor, a man he called My Father, “charioted” up to Heaven; all I am left with, is the Mantle that flutters down as I begin to feel my father’s absence. That, and all the memories.

The memories of tough discipline, gentle instructions, his listening patient ears, as I nearly chatter his ears off… By the way? If my father didn’t loose his handsome ears for all my yakking, then no one can loose theirs for listening to others. Just said, I should put that out there.

I learnt the art of listening (eventually) because my father listened to me.

Because of that, I tried to do as he instructed, because I didn’t want to displease the only one after God who understood me.

It was a journey for him, because as a child I remember him, saying he didn’t understand me, usually, after I have been caught in an indiscretion. He would scold me. Then he gets real quiet, as if he was trying to solve the great mystery behind my behaviour. And then, like he was speaking to himself, he would say, “I can’t just understand…”

And I would feel sad and then resolve to not worry my daddy again. Which unfortunately, never happened.

Eventually, he began to understand me, and he began to teach me on what to do.

My dad is an angel. 

I adore my daddy and I miss him. I suspect I always will.

Now, his Mantel has rested right on the floor in front of me.

I just need to pick up my courage and the Mantle to cross the Jordan river….


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


 What to do

Without understanding

A risky business

Froth by desperation

To do something
Anything for the sake of busyness

For to do nothing

 While waiting out obscurity

Is unthinkable

At times, we run

From the past

Or the present

And at times 


Addicted to action

Work, busyness

To escape

What may be living with us

As a haunting shadow

But if we wait

And brave the quiet

To confront our thoughts

Our deeds

We would begin

To see

To experience

Through the troubled waters

Of life or our soul

Our true expression

Our true shape and state

Becomes clearer

And then…


Through the clarity

After the storm

I want to stop running

From myself

So I can be free

From the storm within

What if I drown

But what if I don’t

As long as I have Jesus

As my anchor

I cannot sink

With Christ in my vessel

I smile 

With peace

At the storm

via Your Daily Word Prompt – Clarify -September 6, 2019

Christian Musings


Patience is a virtue that I have been trying to have, but haven’t got yet. Have you noticed that *some* of those who are patient, are usually people who are up to no good? I mean to serve cold vengeance, isn’t something done by an impatient person, right? At least that’s what the movies show me! Oh dear.

Hello House!💜 It’s the end of a weekend today!😳 Some of us are probably flying around the house trying to gather our oh-my-GOD-tomorrow-is-Monday! paraphernalia; while wondering ‘Where did the weekend go?!’ Well, it probably went well. So well in fact, that some of us have completely forgotten what day it is tomorrow. We are probably(I seem to be saying that alot) impatient for another weekend, so I guess we need lots of patience to get us through the next working days, before we go TGIF-ing again.  So Today’s prompt is just what some of us need!

I can’t recall a time when I have ever been patient. I have pretended it, but I don’t have it yet. Maybe because I can’t recall anyone ever been patient with me. Usually we act out how we have been treated. I remember been told a time or two that I was been tolerated. But no nonsense was tolerated from me, so I don’t know how to tolerate nonsense either.

I cringe for what I’m about to say, but I confess I left my laundry half way done for a week! I mean, who does that?! Well, I do. *sign* And I had the riots act read to me on that matter. I wasn’t even given a chance to defend myself. Hurtful words were said to me, as if it was going out of fashion.

But you see, I started the laundry because I knew it needed to be done and I needed clean clothes, obviously! At the same time matters and duties came up that I thought where more important than what I was going to wear next. I was trying to please someone who ended up displeased anyway. How sad.

I wouldn’t have felt hurt been called out about a bad habit. But what hurts is how quickly I get labelled the bad person without the benefit of doubt. From experience though, when someone seems determined to think bad of you; being a good role model by finishing your laundry, is more important than helping someone avoid imminent starvation, for instance. I have been accused of not getting my priorities right. Perhaps if I think more of my own pleasure, then maybe my priorities might be right then.

Thinking of it now, I might have been fairly patient if I didn’t feel rushed to do ten things at the same time, NOW — regardless of what I may be doing at that moment. So I always seem to have this slight panic feeling of, ‘If I don’t do this now, I won’t hear the end of it for a minimum of one year!’

Forgive me for whining. See this as a physician trying to heal herself. But I couldn’t just talk about how wonderful it is to be patient, without talking about how it affects me.

One of my favourite sayings is, ‘Make haste slowly.’ I read that in my Literature in English textbook, as an example of a figure of speech — can’t remember which one now — and I have made it mine ever since.

Making haste slowly, to me, means; doing something with thoughtful and precise speed. Blind rush is a recipe for disaster.

I opted for a blind rush at a final exam of practical bakery; and I ended up grating my finger tips with the almonds. Not a fun experience.

Patience is one of the fruits of the spirit and it’s also a characteristic of love.

One thing about love and the fruits of the spirit is that, they don’t usually come upon you like the Holy Ghost. You have to decide to exhibit patience/love and be patient/loving all the time. It’s a choice and a decision you have to make. And the best way to become patient is being constantly placed in situations that test your patience. Like slow internet service or poor internet connection, when you’re trying to write, post, comment, communicate with someone or watch a long awaited movie/episode. Yeah, that happens to me and I end up feeling frustrated while trying not to cuss out my service provider. I did cuss them out just last week, when I had half my blog post unsaved and I couldn’t recall exactly what and how I had written what I had written. Forgive me Jesus *sign*

How you react to whatever used to annoy you or send you into a frenzy, will determine how much progress you are making in the patience department. And maybe you can come up with a plan or a patience challenge, if you’re into that sort of thing. If not, just keep trying and be a bit more deliberate about it.

Did I mention that patience is a sign of love? So try to remember that, whenever you’re impatient with someone, even if that someone is yourself.

Patience is good-natured tolerance of delay or incompetence. Isn’t that loving? I don’t know about you, but when I read that definition, my heart softened and I went, ‘Awwwww, Im not gonna cry. But isn’t that sweet💞?’

That confirms what the Bible says about love being patient:

1Thessalonians 1:3 “Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labour of love, patience of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ, in the sight of God and our Father; “

Galatians 5:22 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, “

1 Corinthians 13:4 “Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. “

Shalom. 💚

Christian Musings, Purpose and life's mission


Someone once said women are incubators, because they multiply what you give them. If you give a woman groceries she gives you a meal. However, if you give a woman trouble/stress, she will give you hell! 😄

Post meridian salutations to you all!  (as one of my favourite radio drama characters would say😊). Earlier I went grocery 🛍 shopping, and though there was a slight chance of ☔ rain; I’m glad I wasn’t drenched in it or stranded by it, when it did decide to ☔ rain. It would have been a mess, looking like an angry wet cat, toting equally drenched groceries. Now I’m in the kitchen making a meal out of some of the groceries. Haha.

I’m 😴 sleepy, but the drive to share my thoughts wouldn’t allow me relax, until I have fairly exhausted the topic. So here we come, I think.

Incubation is an interesting process that keeps warm and safe a living pre-mature 👶 baby — human or animal — while it thrives, grows and matures to the point where it can survive on the outside. Then it’s released to the outside world to slug it out and live, like the rest of us.

If the pre-mature babies are left to open air when they are not fully formed to withstand it, their chance of survival will reduce.

So also are we in different stages of our lives. I’m thinking each stage of our lives are incubators maturing us for the next stage. If we are too impatient and are not fully formed for a stage before occupying it, we risk getting deformed — that won’t be our potion, in Jesus Christ name.

Ideas also need to go through the incubation stage before they are hatched. Life might be a race, but it isn’t a competition, because the race is personal and our life purpose differs. Your finish line is different from mine or that of the other person, therefore comparing one to another is not wise.

Knowing your purpose and focusing on our own race helps build patience, character, personality, courage, knowledge, wisdom and understanding. Learn as much as you can anywhere you find yourself, even if it is far from your expectations. Enjoy where you are on the way to where you are going. Time spent will be more pleasant that way.

Incubate is an action word. The definition I found says, ‘grow under conditions that promote development.’

It also says, ‘sit on, cover.’

What is that thing we are so impatient to uncover, before it fully develops? We may bemoan the conditions we are in, but if we look closely enough, do they promote our development? That is, have we learnt more, experienced growth while under whatever conditions we may be? Have the changes in our lives been more positive than negative?

If our answers are ‘yes’, then perhaps we should ‘sit on it’ and patiently absorb the best of that situation, until we are well formed and matured for the next stage of our lives. We may not even know what that stage might be, or be wrong in our assumptions of what the next stage must be. This lack of knowledge or wrong assumption could also be a sign of our unreadiness for our next stage or season of life. But I believe when we eventually get to the next stage of our life, all we have learnt and endured will become useful in our proper/correct function at the new stage. And we would be thankful, we waited.

Shalom. 💜