SHARING LIFE

There was a time I felt like Papa would use me when I'd attained some level of experience or something... Doing ministry has led me to times when I've wanted to run away and hide myself because I felt inadequate. There have been days when I've sought for a million excuses not to do a task because of fear that I'll make a fool of myself or mess up completely... I guess the honest truth has been the fear that people would realise how much I do not know and tag me as empty. I'm a crazy woman, I tell you. I have my days. I know nothing at all... I always felt that I should attain some level of *umph* in the things of Papa to be qualified as one who preaches Christ. I guess that makes me selfish because then it seems like this walk is all about me. But, it's not so. I felt that at least, I should be somebody with a track record of killing lions behind the scenes or slaying bears with my bare hands. In my bid to flee, all Holy Spirit said was... "Trus

Darling, At some point in my bid to write this letter, I was a bit scared. Here I am, trying to tell you so many things through words which are, in essence, very limited in their bid to convey the needed and intended message. Mary Magdalene, I am very very very proud of the person you have become. I can only imagine the caliber of a person you are becoming in the coming days, months and years…I can only imagine. At first, before Holy Spirit came into the picture, I did not like you. I could not look you in the face…I never wanted to stare back at you in the mirror…ever. I never liked your face. I never liked your smile. I felt that you were ugly…just ugly. I remember those times you wanted to end your life because you felt no one loved you. Haha…now we can only laugh back at those moments. Remember you had an exercise book where you wrote down mum, dad, mamaa and poppie’s names and then you added some of our aunties and uncles’ names and then you’d write next to thos