Lyrical Mondays

#LyricalMonday – Life’s pleasures

Life has its’ own and it keeps offering you. But what you make of it, is yours to own. Knowing this and knowing that you have the mind of the Creator, it’s on you to carve out how you want the painting to be, the story to end and the display you want others to see.
Some times, it is really hard. But hey, that’s life and whilst you are in it, I can only say “Let’s swim with, against, in, above, under the tide… and whatever we choose, let’s not play dead.”
Live life!
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Thankful Thursday Thanksgiving

#ThankfulThursday – Known Victories

God has indeed been faithful! He has delivered dear friends and family from illness and accidents that had been fatal. He turned mourning into dancing without us having to engage in the mourning section of the ‘movie’. So you see when I give a dance, a song, or let the joy in me break into words unplanned. It is because of Known Victories. Please join me in celebrating these victories.

And just so You are reminded, I yob You to …You know!

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Thankful Thursday

#ThankfulThursday on a Friday – Breath

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Thankful Thursday

#ThankfulThursday – Every day

Be thankful! Rejoice!! It will bring more.

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Tuesday Thoughts

Tuesday Thoughts

I’m taking my Tuesday in strides! Enjoying every moment and these are what’s on my mind today. What’s on yours?

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My Mothers

There’s a popular poem we learnt whilst growing up and it went thus:

Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept for fear that I should die? My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray And love God’s holy book and day, And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way? My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who wast so very kind to me, My Mother?
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear, And if God please my life to spare I hope I shall reward they care, My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey, My healthy arm shall be thy stay, And I will soothe thy pains away, My Mother.

This poem aptly says how mothers are. But now having had experiential knowledge of these WONDERS called women and MOTHERS, I wrote mine to celebrate two great women and all the other lovely lovely women in my life that God has blessed me with.

When you read this, you will know it’s you I’m talking about.

For the prayers and advice to hold on till another day, to let it go and allow God have His way
For the shoulders (even across borders) I get each time I feel a like giving tears a let
For the God bless you and strengthen you, the well done and thank yous!
For the “I love you baby” and “you are blessed Darlyn, my Frankel”
May God bless you indeed with Joy beyond your capacity to hold it, such that it overflows and sweeps every hurt around you and cover you with His peace. May His love for you overwhelm and leave you speechless at the kind of mercy He shows. May He cause you to come into a time of rest from every Labour and enjoy the fruits He gathered in the lives you have touched knowingly or unknowingly. Because you taught me well, they call me blessed! But in truth, you are the BLESSED one, as I’m touching lives too and the seed just keeps multiplying.
That I love you is not in doubt and should you ever feel less than what’s true, know I have committed you to the One who first loved us and on His love you can rely. I love you beyond your limits.

Just me – Frances, Darlyn, Frankel, Baby, Ivory, Franca Baby, Sisi, Mama, Sis, Mom, Mum, Sweetie, Ufan, Imbra

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Tell Me What You Think of Me

Tell Me What You Think of Me

I’m not sure how it started but I think King and King Earl had a Father and Son session and King told him how he thought the world of him. The session usually goes like this:

Earl: Tell me what you think of me?

King: You’re smart, intelligent, brilliant, and handsome and you are the King!

At this point Earl replies too, “I think you’re smart, intelligent, and brilliant and you are the King!”

When he is telling Imani what he thinks of her, he goes: “I think you’re smart, intelligent, brilliant, and beautiful and you are the Princess. I am the King, Daddy is the King and Mummy is the Queen but you are the Princess.”

One day, his father reeled out all the lines and intentionally didn’t add the last one. Earl waited. King delayed and then we heard him say with urgency and a rebuking look “and I’m the King!”

Tell Me What You Think of Me – 2

My sister in-law Esther called some time ago, and requested to talk with Earl. Grudgingly he came to the phone and after the initial response to her “how are you?” he goes, “Tell me what you think of me”. Not knowing the standard response, Esther goes, “you are cute, intelligent, and handsome” and she ends there. For Earl she had left out the most important one, unable to hide his displeasure, he adds with pride “and I’m the King!”

I took the phone from him and tried explaining to Esther the correct sequence, and we laughed over it. So she decided to ask him what he thought of her, and this was Earl’s response: “I’m not thinking of you, I’m thinking of Horses and Dragons.”

Phew! End of call.

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