Thoughts and Other Things

These past few weeks I’ve been studying and speaking on a subject which has been spoken about so much in the church already. Faith. You may ask, why bother when so much has been said about it. Well, because so few use it and even fewer really understand it. Another reason is the importance of faith. It’s so important to the life of believers that we need to know absolutely everything about it. "And without faith, it is impossible to please God..." Hebrews 11:6 I started studying and speaking on the subject because I myself realized I need more of the stuff. I got tired of being overwhelmed by a few things and was like “this can’t be the life God has called me to.” And by that I do not mean that life is supposed to be easy and free-flow for us believers, there’s evidence all over Scripture that we ought to expect difficulty; even better, we are advised how to handle it. So why wasn’t I coping? Because I was trying to breathe underwater without my oxygen tank. H

I am not less than you, not less capable, not less entitled, not less human, definately not less worthy. I am as His image with you as I am without you; I fully reflect Him in all my feminity. I am complete in myself, I do not need you to complete me, only to compliment me to fulfil my call of helper and mother. He said ‘it is very good’ because of us both, remember that. The blessing was spoken over the both of us: it is for you to increase and subdue as it is for me, do not forget that. I will not be made to feel less, not by you, not even by myself. I will not let society convince me that my differences are my weakness, I refuse to be made to believe that I am only strong when I am like you. I will not. I will choose to believe that my many tears are my strength, that my curves are my beauty and not a flaw. I will rather believe that my hands are softer because they nurture life, that my build is only weakened because of the strength it took to usher a life

My message to women this woman’s month: be selfish with your future. Something got me thinking about Tamar lately, the one in Genesis 38. It’s a very intriguing story. She married a man named Er (big mistake, excuse the pun), the son of Judah, Jacob’s son. Er died prematurely because of his wicked ways and so as the law went (the law concerning levirate marriage), she was given to Onan, her late husband’s younger brother with the sole purpose of producing offspring for the deceased. He too was wicked (I’m not surprised). He used the “withdrawal method” whenever he lay with her, making sure she wouldn’t conceive. He too died prematurely for this wicked act. She then should have been given to Judah’s last born son, Shelah (what a manly name). But Judah was afraid, having lost two sons to this woman already, he would have been a fool to hand over his last, right? Because it’s obvious that she was the problem, people lived, until they married her. So Judah lied to her and told her to g