Believing

I don’t know how to start this post. I’ve been deleting and typing. Deleting and typing. The beginning may not make any sense but … Sha read on

In the past few weeks, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I’ve realized that my faith and devotion to God isn’t what it used to be. Now, I just do my devotion in the morning just because. Or so I can say: “yeah, I did devotion today” or “oh, I’ve read my bible today”. I feel really bad and guilty about this. I don’t pray in the mornings again. Even when I do decide to read my bible(or pray), I become easily distracted.

Then, in my feeling guilty for not praying(or reading my bible), I push myself further away from God. It’s just the same as when we sin. We begin to think things like: “I’m unworthy. God won’t listen to me” bla bla bla. And then we repeat it. Vicious cycle. It happens again and again and again till we get to the point where we loose sight of our attachment to God. We forget that God is merciful and his arms are always open. We forget that He will always be there and that His grace is sufficient for us. We begin to doubt His love and the power of His forgiveness. I’ve decided to stop feeling like a hypocrite and remember that I am human. That God knows I am human and God knows that I try. I have decided to lay everything at His feet. I have decided to not look away. To set my heart to Him. To let Him lead the way. I’ve decided to let His Spirit lead me and take control over me and every aspect of my life and most importantly, I have decided to place my trust in Him and believe that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between me and God’s love Romans 8:36-39

Grace & Peace!
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First, Love

This isn’t the typical boy meet girl, boy likes girl and girl likes him back, music in the background as they kiss under the pouring rain kind of story. To me, it’s more than that; it’s about two boys who showed me what love really is about, in its purest form.

Meet David and Joseph (I couldn’t insert the picture here that’s why it’s at the top).

David was brought into this world with no love talk more of a silver spoon. His first cradle was a polythene bag with which his mother dumped him in and left him to face the intricacies of this onerous world alone in the discomfort of the bush. By a stroke of luck, he was found by a good samaritan who took him to an orphanage home. Growing up, he became close friends with Joseph another child in the home whose story isn’t far off from his.

I can’t put in plain words the beauty that transcends just watching this two together…

I think it was those little things they did for each other, the sharing of biscuit that was never enough or the cheese balls they shared?, or when Joseph hugged David when he was sad, or sipping from the same drink, or the little pranks they played? I don’t know where I saw it because it’s unseen yet so visible.

They aren’t blood brothers although they bare the same surname with the other 160 children in the home; I believe they could discern that they weren’t actually bonded by blood. The admirable fact is that they are bonded by the one word I have not come to entirely comprehend – Love.

Today, I’m not here to preach, give this or give that, because you can give all of those without truly loving. Today, I ask you to take off your shoes and step into the worn out pair my friends wear.

Now, take a second and figure where it hurts, is it the used clothes you have to wear? Is the fact that your biological parents left you all alone? No one to come for your Open day at school, or is it the countless uncelebrated birthdays? Or the fact you don’t even know the actual date when you were born?

Have you ever taken a second to think if we “the privileged” ever actually show love? Just maybe you have an imperative role in an all-encompassing plot? Maybe it isn’t just about you? Maybe there’s a child out there, a homeless person down the road losing hope and it’s our task to restore just that?

You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you – John Bunyan

Never deprive someone of hope; it may be all they have…. It’s time we made a difference, it’s time we stopped the show of pity and celebrate love, and it’s time we act, true love is always backed up by actions, spare some time to birth a smile. Let there be a festival, a Festival of Love.

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Life isn’t just about you or me; it’s also about the role we have to play in the story of others, the smiles we leave eternally on the faces of people we meet.

Now, here is an opportunity to act, on Saturday 7th April, join hands with Project One Million Souls as we celebrate love, it’s going to be a festival, a festival of love with the children from orphanages, adults from the old homes, the blind and disabled, boys and girls from remand homes.

Love comes first.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” – Margaret Mead.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know

Funto Ayinoluwa (@ObaFuntAy )

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Something Lost

You promised not to hurt me
And I believed you

You promised not to leave me
Now you’re gone

We had it all
Love, passion and more

We had much more
Than most people had

It started to fade
Like the setting sun

Why so much hurt
Where there is love

Why so much pain
Where there is love

Why so much hate
Where there is love

Why so much misery
Where there is love

You said: “I Love You”
I replied: ‘I Love You Too”

Now it’s all gone
And it’s too late

We once had it
But now no more

We were a team
Complementing each other

Now we’re no more
And both in pain

I pretend
You pretend

But I know
We’re both hurting inside

We could have had it all
But now it’s late

I cry at night
You do the same

But NO!
We won’t

We won’t bother
We know it’s too late

I loved you once
You loved me too

But now it’s time
To say goodbye

Because we know
It’s something lost.