The day I was born. I don’t have the greatest memory of my childhood years, but one thing I find truly amazing is how through it all, God has kept me. I grew up in a Christian home so I ‘always’ knew of The Lord, but He wasn’t My Lord, not until my later years in secondary school when The Lord convicted me of being a hypocrite. I owned up and gave in. Since first being asked to tell of my salvation story, I’ve been trying to figure out where exactly my testimony began, and where it should end?
- *last week after a moment of 'rant-crying' out to God*
- Me: ...SEE! All this is MY fault!! I've made sooo many mistakes!!
- God: Chinaza. Think over all your years. All the decisions you've made... Have they all been perfect?
- Me: *sobbing* Nooo...
- God: ...And yet you are here.
- #nuffsaid. #Hisgraceisstillsufficient #neednotworry #Ican'tHecan
Zora Howard|The D Train Teaches A Lesson In Patience
"…Afraid to move forward or backward so I sink where I stand. Everything tells me my hour’s descending and I still feel like a rough draft. Who’s gonna proof me? Or prune me? Or prep me?…"
“What do you want to do, be like Jasmine? She’s just a teacher, she makes hardly anything. She’ll get married and stay home and disappear.” …
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We’re not perfect. We all do things to offend people, and sometimes we’re on the receiving end. Brokenness is part of relationships and part of community. If we weeded out friends by who hasn’t sinned against us at one time or another, we’d be all alone. Miserably alone.
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"So you should study the triune God, don’t be content with The Fates
Greater poetry than Dickinson, Poe or Yates
Major in theology, son
Don’t have to be monk or a nun…”