Possessing the Promised Land Series Episode 2 : The Scarlet Cord 1

Possessing the Promised Land Series Episode 2 : The Scarlet Cord 1

Paranoia filled the town of Jericho when they heard tales about a large group of people who their God parted the red sea for them to cross over, subdued kingdoms for them and now they were nearer their own domain. How their sandals and clothes grew on them in the desert and eating food directly from heaven. Their hearts were melted with fear. They knew they were no match for them but they could postpone that day at least. A census was taken to know who is from who’s family to know who is an outsider. Everyone was a suspect or worse could-be spy. Rahab a prostitute heard all those tales and believed in her heart that the God who did this for this particular set of people known as the Hebrews is the one true God and there was no one like him. Little did she know that the God who knows and sees all had set her mark in history just because of that.

One fateful evening,  two men entered into the town and went to a known joint to chill and get info about the town. Joshua had sent them on a mission to spy the land and come back with report. Forty years ago, he was one of the spies that was sent. Only two of out twelve brought back with a positive report. The others came back literally speaking and this cost them forty years of their lives instead of days.  Now back to the spies. Unknown to them, everyone knew everyone because they were all on high security alert. The two Hebrew sensed it and decided to slip away quietly. They were followed. From afar Rahab saw them trying to escape and beckoned them to follow her to her house where she hid them on her roof under flax.

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The town police came searching for them. They couldn’t find them. When they left, Rahab told them where best to hide before going to their home and made them promise to save her and her family. They agreed to that only if she put a scarlet rope on her window as a symbol of their agreement. She obliged and they went in hiding and later back to camp.

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Now we have a better covenant. Those in Christ Jesus, the blood speaks for us against any evil that wants to come against us. The blood that was shed covers us from evil and cleanses us from every sin. It doesn’t matter what we have done in the past or what we are doing presently that one is ashamed just believe in him and accept him as your Lord and saviour. You automatically come under the  blood and become a new creature. Old things have passed away and you become new; the blood that was shed on the cross of Calvary. It bring to light this song in my heart “Calvary covers it all”.

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My Neighbor’s Ram

My Neighbor’s Ram

Every morning when I wake up and goes outside, it is as if my neighbor’s ram I call it Rimmy greets me good morning or it seems. I hope I am not going crazy. When rimmie was brought, I was like sallah meat don set. The celebration is over, Rimmy is still here. When Rimmy bleats it reminds me of my folly three years ago.  I just came back from work one evening and was so stressed out and had an early light out. It was twelve midnite, a sound woke me up. It was coming from the backyard and I caught a scent. I checked the time again I was like omg. This could be a beast. I was so scared stiff. At the time, it was the bbm golden era. I pinged one of my neighbors who also happen to be my colleague at work that she should wake up and pray so that the so called evil beast will fall and die. I started praying too and fell asleep.

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I woke up at dawn and noticed I was sleeping at an odd angle in my bed. I then recalled what happened at midnite. I heard the sound again. It sounded familiar, sounded domestic. I ran to the backyard, lo and behold it was as a ram. I went down hard and laughed at myself. I really did laugh at myself.
Like seriously what on Earth happened at midnight? Where did my sense go to? It wasnt long i treated myself for malaria. So it is not nonsense dream that comes with Malaria. Neigbor pls do abeg. Let Rimmie serve his function.

Journey into my 30s

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Last year I turned 30. To be honest I had goals I wanted at 30 as a woman, I wanted to settle down. I planned and worked towards it like that Character in baggage. Being 30 without the ring was like a dread to me. The pressure inside and out was real. Honestly I have not even reflected which one pulled me more. Enough of living other people’s expectations enough of being hard on myself. I want to savor every taste of life. Even if I was going to be in a relationship I was going to love myself first. I was going to be in a loving relationship with myself so I would glow inside out. love isn’t “Telemundo”. My family was asking me “how far” I was like me and “john” was over. My mum was like Eva I hope it isn’t your impatience again and your temper(whenever there is a breakup at that almost thirty age, the fault is perceived to be from the woman). I just told her I wanted to exhale and live. I am 31 now still single and very happy.
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I wished I had this wisdom in my 20s of not having to please someone at the expense of your happiness but Im grateful for the wisdom that came through pain.  Being single Nigerian woman at 30 is not easy particularly if your younger ones have settled down. family may begin to look at you as if you have a spiritual problem #familylove.

August came this year and I reminisced on my 30th the year before. God gave me a lovely present. I spent my birthday on my father’s death bed. I am grateful for that. I am not based with my family but that year because of my father’s ill health everyone came home. so my third decade on Earth was spent with the family. When I was a kid, on my birthdays, my dad would package a birthday gift. It would be the first thing I see when I wake in the morning with birthday song blasting on the record in the palor. I am the only child he did that for. As I grew up so did the gift start diminishing to just happy birthday but last year, he did not even remember, that was when I knew that all wasn’t really well. I still kept my hope alive. He left this Earth three months later, peacefully. #Restinpeace .

Here are the few things I have learnt in my first year of my 30s

Life is as simple as you make it to be. It starts with your mindset.

I don’t owe anyone explanation. It is God I owe that so I live so that I will be able to answer him without fear.

I am more confident in my own skin now than in my last decade.

Nothing is impossible if I believe: this became more real to me this morning. I had always being saying it as per quoting the scripture but today the word became alive in me.

Everyday is a chance to start  something  or make things better.

Never ever give up no matter what if you know in your heart that it is worth it from the beginning

Once your intuition tells you not to do something, don’t bother doing it: I have many regrets not following this through back in the day.

Love God. It balances everything. Love yourself, love others as you love yourself not more than yourself; you cannot give what you do not have. Being in love the right way kinds of align things right for you. There is a whole new set of confidence that comes with love. God is love.

 

I am still learning. I am still in my journey forward.

When You know your friends rip you off with asoebi

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My friend called me notifying me about her impending wedding #asoebithings. When she told me the price of the asoebi I was like OK after what are friends for. Couple of days later, I got my asoebi. The price tag of the fabric was five times the normal price the the asoebi and on the high side. Annoyingly the quality was not there to boost it. I don’t know which one made me angrier. So gone are the days when you arrange a lovely gift for the couple as it was an unwritten rule not to come empty-handed. But now, who cares? Instead one is eyeing souvenirs. Back to my friend asoebi saga. I told her apologetically that at the moment I couldn’t afford it except she wanted to be chasing me around for debt payment. She wasn’t happy about it. I have learnt by experience it is better to speak up instead of suffering in silence. I will just wear something from the color code and buy a lovely gift with joy in my heart.

Removing the plank in ours before removing the speck in our friend’s eye.

Removing the plank in ours before removing the speck in our friend’s eye.

It is easier to detect fault in others than our own. I was having a conversation with my mum. She invested into  a business she was not supposed to invest in and now it had become a thorn in her flesh instead of reaping financial rewards it is thorns. So I kinda reminded of how that business was sown in the first place. It had no place for God to be in charge so now it is awry. The painful part was that she was still blaming God for why it was not working and I was like “seriously you have got to be kidding me”. I didn’t want to argue with my mum so I just went outside to just cool off. It then hit me how many faults I have that I am not seeing yet I see another person faults and point it to the person. My prayer then was that God should open my eyes to see my faults and work on them to remove the plank in my own eye before I remove the speck in my neighbor’ s eye.

On Body Shaming

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Body shaming is defined as inappropriate negative statements and attitutes toward another person’s weight or size.  Most of the time people assume only fat people are body shamed but it is not so. I was a victim for many of this unfortunately, I did not even know that body shame was the definition until early this year .  Where I come from, if you are not looking like a mesomorph then something is wrong with you. I have been slim all my life. The truth was that I was even body shamed from home. As I was the only very slim child as my siblings bigger in stature and weight. So my parents will be like “Eva you are not eating well, try and eat more to add more flesh. Don’t go out you look thin, wait until you add weight. Eva you need to eat can’t you see your Junior sister is getting bigger than you?”  As in seriously….. I built a wall around myself. If I was not there in the body department at least, I can compensate myself in the brain department and that was why I did. Still I felt that pain of unacceptance because I thought my identity was how I looked. Even if someone told me I was beautiful I didn’t believe it cause I didn’t see myself as beautiful. My dating life suffered. The truth is that to get the right person, you have to be the right person. You can only attract your type.

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In college, I was so shy because of what I thought others might think or say. My turning point came with my last break up. I just sat down thinking. I don’t want to end my life with this guy who was been critical of me. I realized it was me.  I then wanted a change. In short I was done with been critical of myself. I needed a clean break. I began to see myself as beautiful. I began to celebrate my strength and enjoy life.

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Everybody cannot be a particular body type. Variety is what makes life beautiful. 

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My story continues………I’m alive. I’m living.