The Rotten Avocado

Growing up, we had a huge Avocado tree in our backyard. There wasn’t much to say about it when the fruits were not in season, I mean there were no flowers. It was just a big green tree. When Avocados were in season, it was a different story.

That’s when I found out that an Avocado can be a meal on it’s own with salt (more like snack), an accompaniment, a spread and a dip. Basically, Avocado could be whatever you liked. We were always reminded that it had a good type of fat. Naturally, at the beginning of the season they all tasted lovely, the tail end of the season was full of mixed feelings. Some were good, some were not.

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This year, I have enjoyed Avocado season. Yesterday morning, I had set my eyes on Avocado in the house, only to come and find it was gone. There are no dibs on Avo in our home 🙂 . I quickly sent for another one and was happy to find one that was ripe enough to eat yesterday. My Avocado buying experience has taught me that if the shop keeper says it’s for the day, it’s for tomorrow. If they sell you an Avocado that is for the said day, all it will be good for is a smoothie or deep conditioning treatment. Leave it in the heat for a couple of hours, and it’s uses change dramatically.

So cue music, I was all happy and ready to make my salad with Avo, when I cut into it and it was rotten. *Dramatic pause* I was so disappointed.  None of it could be salvaged, there was more black than green. More sadness than glee. I contemplated it’s other uses, but quickly came to terms with the fact that this one would have to see the bin.


Now a little history about yesterday. Yesterday was a hard day. One of those days where I cried before 10am. I was glass eyed for the better part of the day. And then, I spilled a packet of milk. It was an accident that made me more frustrated, then I found myself saying it is useless to cry over spilt milk. But all I wanted is to have my breakfast in peace. By the time I was done cleaning, my tea was warm. I like my tea hot. Clearly I woke up on the weepy side of bed, and all that I wanted was a good cry and then everything would be okay. I don’t underestimate the power of tears. They bring relief. Well unless, you have a toddler whose crying over every little thing, then, tears bring frustration. It builds slowly.

In the midst of it all, I was making tentative conclusive statements about life. Yup, one bad day, was suddenly shedding light on all my days. As I wrapped the Avocado in paper, I realized that I didn’t hate Avocados just because of that one rotten one. And I wasn’t going to not look for one tomorrow (today) because this one was rotten. Once I wrapped it up in the bag, and discarded it, it was over.

And that’s exactly how I ought to look at life. Some days are harder than others, but I shouldn’t let the hard days define the other days. I’ll save the moments of deep thought and conclusive statements for the days that I laugh till my ribs ache.

Here’s to Avocados, the tasty and the rotten; here’s to living and somehow praising through the good days and bad while trusting God’s promises.


The rotten Avocado should not be the brand ambassador for Avocados. Weeping may endure for the night but joy comes in the morning.





Nothing Takes God By Surprise

Hello 🙂

It’s so great to be back to writing after such a long time. I had really missed it.

Life had gotten intense and I needed to stop. There were attacks all around and my emotions and peace were all up in the air.

Even in the midst of back to back sickness, things falling through, unexpected miracles, disappointment and discouragement; I have learned to keep my eyes on He who is the author and perfecter of my faith.


I must admit that I’ve not been a champ all through, no, at some point my attitude was stinking rotten. Then it hit me, (again) God doesn’t owe me anything. All that I have and all that I am is by His Grace. He is God in it all.

So here I am, comforted and encouraged by the fact that nothing takes Him by surprise.

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In the grande and mundane disappointments in life, I have learned that nothing takes Him by surprise and I am safe in His hands.

A recurrent prayer is that He will renew my mind that I may know His good, pleasing and perfect will. I refuse to move by my strength or wisdom. It is He who directs my steps.

I’d like to pray with you; if you have a specific request that you’d like me to trust God with you for, please send me an email via

May the Lord bless you and keep you. May He cause His face to shine upon you and give you peace.

Blessings upon blessings,



Pain Must Be Felt: Day 10

I am not a theologian or a scholar, but I am very aware of the fact that pain is necessary to all of us. In my own life, I think I can honestly say that out of the deepest pain has come the strongest conviction of the presence of God and the love of God.  ~ Elizabeth Elliot

I really admire Elizabeth Elliot’s walk with God. Her life is testimony of what God can do through pain, if you let Him. She lost not one but two husbands; she ministered to the people who killed her first husband. You can read more about her here.


We took Miss K to the docs yesterday, she knew where we were so she was uneasy. As she gets older she is able to predict events. When she was given the jab, she wailed, till tears came out. She has two types of cries, one for attention, which is more of noise, the other one with tears when she has actually been hurt. Yesterday, she was hurt, both physically and emotionally. She gave us a look of ‘how could you?’ and her arm was a little sore. The reality is that, as much as she could have perceived our actions to be bad, the pain was necessary for her. It may seem like we didn’t protect her from pain then, but she had to feel the pain to protect her from pain later.

Hubby took her out to the balcony and comforted her as she cried. There was no ‘get over it now’ sort of speech, not at all. He just soothed her and let her go through the motions. Eventually she calmed down and kept quiet and begun waving bye at cars driving into the horizon. Such a sweetheart, this little one.


Pain must be felt.

In our own lives, we must give ourselves room to feel the pain, because it hurts. We can choose to overlook it, but that will not take away it’s power. Also, when people are in pain, or have gone through trauma, they need time to feel. Sit in their pain, evaluate it, acknowledge that it happened; feel it. Unlike other things, there is no timeline for dealing with pain. So don’t rush anyone. As long as they are dealing and haven’t given up, they will be just fine, with God’s help. He is close to the brokenhearted. They are safe in His arms. You are safe in His arms.

Psalm 34:18 (NIV)

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
    and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

How have you been hurt recently?

Have you allowed yourself to go through the motions of the pain?

Feeling pain is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength. We live and we learn.

No one is immune. It’s a part of life. Some things hurt more than others, by God’s grace we bounce back.


Do you know someone who is heart broken? going through the motions of pain?

How can you comfort them patiently?

Pray for them. Be there for them.

The prayer of the day:

Dear Lord,

Your children’s hearts are breaking. The worries of life and unfortunate events have brought unimaginable pain their way. I pray Lord that you will be very close to them. That you will comfort the grieving family, comfort those who have been abused, comfort those who feel disappointed by your timing, comfort those who have been rejected, comfort those who have lost children, comfort those who have lost their jobs and comfort those who need your comfort.

May you be so close to the them, that above the pain, and in the midst of the pain they will hear you speak your loving words and truth to their hearts. They need you Papa, we need you; I need you. Please wipe the tears that flow down my face when I go through painful seasons, comfort my heart and show me how to forgive.

In Jesus name I pray and believe,


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The Big Q : Are You Available?

The past one week has been super intense for me. It’s been a life changing experiences. I remember waking up last Monday, confused; not sure how my day would go. I was tired of making plans that weren’t falling into place. Lord knows I hate feeling disappointed. As I lay in bed, I asked the Holy Spirit to go ahead of me and order my steps. Boy am I glad I did. God took over. I was simply in awe. He sent a friend to spend time with me, we sat for hours, when she left I was sure I had received a hug from above. I had so much peace.


The days that followed, I kept asking the Lord to order my steps and He has blown me away. I am privileged to have a friend in Him.


I have testimonies of the Lord’s faithfulness. Wow!!! It is an honour to have my steps directed by the living God.


As the days have gone by I have sensed Him asking me ”Are you available?” You see, the world is longing to see the sons and daughters of God revealed. The world is waiting to see God’s children respond obediently to His commands. He desires to know if we are available to serve Him.

This video really challenged me.

When we obey the Lord, people’s lives are changed. The lady at the end of the video had me in tears. I remembered the times that I have cried to the Lord and He has sent someone to be His hands and feet.

So here I am, humbled by His love. Responding to His call daily and saying, ‘YES, I am available!’ There is a fire within me that the Lord has placed, May it burn for His glory.


Are you available?

Will you partner with the Holy Spirit?




A day late, 8:28

Have you ever felt as though God ‘missed’ the bus? or as though the bus had serious technical difficulties and as a result  He was too late to save the situation? If only He had come a few minutes, hours, days and months earlier, He would have saved the day; but the situation that was dire  two days (weeks, months, years) ago, is now on the verge of rotting.

Mary and Martha knew this feeling all too well. They had sent word out to Jesus that their brother, the one He loved was critically ill. They expected that Jesus would be there PRONTO, I mean, He was more than their teacher, He was their friend. They expected Him to be there in their hour of need. However, that was not the case. Jesus took days to come and by the time He was getting there, Lazarus was already dead, what Jesus referred to as falling asleep lol. So much for healing the sick, He had missed the healing window and now it was a completely different story.

Martha was not afraid to express her disappointment.

“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” (John 11:21)

She did not let that fact deter her from believing the truth

“But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.” (John 11:22)

Jesus went on to raise Lazarus from the dead. You can catch the full story in John 11.


Yesterday, was August 28th, 8/28. A date of such significance, I will explain why in a bit. I really wanted to blog about it, but I was not able to, the day got super busy. When I was speaking to God about it in the evening, He explained to me that though it was a day late, it was still ‘8:28′.

I have a dear friend who introduced me to’ 8:28′  a few years ago. For her, it’s more than a concept, it is a way of life. It is the truth about her life; her perspective of life and faith changed once she started believing wholeheartedly in the 8:28 principle. If you’ve spent a few hours with her then you will definitely leave thinking about ‘8:28’ 🙂 .

Romans 8:28 NIV

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Basically ‘8:28’ means that because we truly and wholeheartedly love God and believe that He has called us according to His purpose we know that  He will work our EVERY single thing/circumstance for our good. Easier said than done, aye? Even in the situations that  He is a day late or altogether doesn’t seem to show up, He is still working it all out for our good.

Unless I acknowledge that God sees the bigger picture without the blind spots, I wont be able to trust His plans for me. I know this all too well. 2014 has been my year of learning the ‘8:28’ principle, internalizing it and now living by it. I have cried and found rest in His arms and His plans. This does not mean there are no curve balls along the way or turbulence in this ride, it just means that I trust His heart and His plans for me.

The curve balls are sort of like Joseph in the prison, and the shepherd in the book ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coehlo as he works in the crystal shop. These events did not seem like they were ideally part of the bigger picture, but God turned them around for their good.

So the date August 28th is a reminder of the reality of the ‘8:28’ principle. Even though the post is a day late, ‘8:28’ still remains.



I Can Transform Ya

“Living together is an art. It’s a patient art, it’s a beautiful art, it’s fascinating.” – Pope Francis

I love that quote.

Living together is a beautiful experience, sometimes it is easy while other times it is hard; adjusting to the changes can be a little difficult.  Being confined in the walls of your home tends to magnify the little problems and it can make the ant hills look like huge mountains with volcanoes waiting to erupt. No one is perfect and it is possible to think that you can change certain aspects of your spouse and even attempt to do it. However, this venture is usually followed by utter disappointment.

There are wives enter marriage with the notion that they have a special super power that they can engage to change what they dislike about their husbands. See the woman in the picture below 🙂 . Some opt to fight their spouses and repeat what they dislike over and over again hoping that the nagging will cause lasting change. Many times, this just makes the home a ‘battlefield’. The ammunition is the hurtful words exchanged.

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I have learned to conserve my energy and fight my battles where it matters. Fighting my spouse adds very little value, so I get on my knees and pray. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like I am doing much to help the situation at hand  but the reality is that some things are actually beyond my control. Even if i tried to change the situation, I would not be able to make a difference. So I leave the issue at the feet of the One who can do exceedingly abundantly above all I could ever think, ask or imagine. The One who sees more than meets the eye; the One who can change the hearts of men and women; the One who can truly intervene and restore what has been lost.

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I’ve seen the Lord transform my home through prayer. Many times, He changes my heart and I begin to realize my heart was actually the problem and not my husband.

Don’t give up on God, cause He wont give up on you. He’s Able.

After all is said and done, it turns out that there actually is a special power. Prayer is the special super power 🙂 It yields results. They may not be the ones that you were hoping for, but they leave you in a better place than you were before.

The most amazing thing about prayer is that you don’t have to be emotionally connected to an issue to pray about it. If you’d like me to whisper a prayer on your behalf regarding family, marriage …etc feel free to drop me a line on and I will trust God with you. He’s able.



Curve ball

Yo, sometimes life just doesn’t go as planned, whatever the plan looks like anyway. Sometimes it goes off-course and starts throwing curve balls in your face; you never really see them coming. The curve ball could be the loss of a loved one, heart break, sickness, loss of a job/opportunity, or betrayal etc.

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Change is the only constant. When you think you know how the script is going to unfold, out of the blues something appears and it throws a spanner, heck , the whole tool box into the mix. The result? Pain, confusion, anger, resentment…the list is endless.

I remember when my dad passed away my world came to a mini stand still. The days that followed were filled with raging emotions and disillusionment. Oh, did i mention questions? So many questions and emotions flooded my mind and heart. There were some good days and some plain old horrible days filled with heart wrenching sorrow. 

What I’ve learned from the curve balls is that at the end of the day God remains God. He doesn’t owe me anything…this is such a humbling but freeing truth. I am here by his grace. The world and all that is in it belongs to Him. He numbered my days before I were born. Nothing I do or say can change who He is. The circumstances may cloud my judgement and perspective of Him but they do not change who He is. He does not move from his throne…He remains sovereign.

No one is immune. Life is not a respecter of persons when it is dishing out the curve balls. If you are in it’s way, it just hits you where it hurts. In the midst of it all, it is important to remember that He remains God. He is too great to be defined by my circumstances or by what I lack or what I have. In the season of plenty and of lack He is God alone. He is God, in the midst of the joy and the pain.

May your circumstances not limit your perspective of Him or draw you away from Him. Instead may they draw you closer to Him. He is the comforter, the healer, the provider and the author and finisher of this life.

He is God.