Life and Me... Memoirs of a church girl

Today I have decided to switch things up a little bit. I want to thank you for testimonies that seem like a lie. All of them are a result of your goodness and benevolence to me and mine. Especially in this season where people are judging the seasons if their lives by what is being said on the NEWS and in the stock market. I judge your faithfulness by the goodness I have enjoyed in and out of season. My cruise of oil has not run out neither has my barn of wheat dried up. You have been faithful and good in every area of my life. This picture depicts the condition of my heart, joy, gratitude and nothing more. God is dependable.

That's what everything is called here. As long as the food has some kind of liquid it is plasas. From Okro, Egusi, Spinach, and Vegetable soup, everything is plasas. Imagine my surprise when I felt I was making giant strides in my krio language class: only to learn that all the exotic soups we struggle to classify back home are all shipped into a bowl called plasas. Are we commonizing the goodness and faithfulness of God? Are we trivializing the daily miracles we enjoy? You are not medication dependent, institutionalized or incarcerated somewhere but, you don't seem to find a reason for gratitude? I think you make just have a case of plasas syndrome. It has been raining back to back here, and I was complaining. Looking at this picture I took a few months ago, gratitude wells up from inside my heart for many things 1. Life to be able to witness the changing seasons 2. Eyes that can see the breathtaking view  3. The mental faculty to understand and enjoy what my eyes see. When ne...

I am learning that God brings you out of your comfort zone and safety net just to have you all to himself. Is it funny?, NOO. Is it Easy?, Not in the least. The longest part is when he is stripping you of you. Try compounding that with becoming a housewife in a new country after being in back to back employment for 10 years. A first time mom with a new child that is also trying to figure out this earth experience with you. There are days you will feel like you are trapped in your home, moving from bedroom to parlor, and back to the bedroom, pacifying a new baby, and looking for a pacifier yourself. Today was one of those days, I had really hoped that I could live a little through the stories of a workday but if wishes were horses.  Then after getting her royal highness to sleep, you have to struggle with a computer screen, at some point, you just drop everything and begin to look inwards. That's right after the filtering noises of a club playing music sounds like an old companion, ...