Welcome to the month of November. Your dreams will not die; your plans will not fail; your destiny will not be aborted and your heart desires will be granted before the end of this year in Jesus' name. Amen. - Pastor Bayo Afolaranmi

Your investment in other people's live is akin to a seed sown in due season. The harvest will definitely come back to you in multiple folds. - Victor Adebiyi

Last night, my father passed away after battling cancer for almost four years.
He's had three close calls, but this time it happened + I am heartbroken.

I am going to be taking a short break from blogging to be with my family. I mentioned to someone earlier that blogging has always served as a great distraction, so I will definitely be back at it soon.

In honor of my dad, I urge you to take a moment to consider donating your stem-cells to help cure or even just help prolong the lives of others suffering from cancer + other diseases. While my father's stem cell transplant from a donor did not cure his cancer, it gave him another precious year to be with us + we couldn't be more thankful.

Find out more about donating here.

♥

I miss you dad. I'll love you forever. You will always be our Jamdula bonehead.

The Church cannot help in promoting a healthy political climate when she is a partaker of all the evil that goes on in the society. - Emmanuel O. Malomo

Having courageous conversations with fellow Christians can be difficult, but they will promote purity and unity. We can carry out our responsibility to one another to speak the truth in love by walking in the power of the Holy Spirit. - Marvin Williams

ph: margaret durow + ieatglass

you are my everything, in all way,where the desire meets the spring of roses....


Every step that I've made was all about you,
Every mark on calendar, the way to be with you,
Was not my heart closed down for the wind at winter ?,
Say it louder, baby, so I can memorize a blitz of thunder,
In my vision, I see you many times, but a blur was its name,
Even a beautiful sunset can't hug me much longer than the hope,
Let it be, like the shadow in the night, choose its own path of love,
Where a dream is like the leaves that shed throughout the time,
Please don't leave me, baby, only you that are my breath,
I know my mistakes were like rain season at daylight,
When it is gone, it left in your heart like a glimpse of scratch,
Don't leave me, I can't stand for love beside this much....


ps : I am waiting for you all the time, don't you know ?

Calling on the Lord is the right thing to do when we fail. Calling on the Lord can change a failure into a successful learning opportunity - a successful failure. Even in a failure, a successful recovery is possible. Instead of lamenting the failure, why not celebrate the great recovey? - Ron Meyers

ph: leilaleilaleila

It’s like a door that’s too old, that never quite shuts right. And using that little bit of leeway, you somehow always manage to weasel your way back in into my life, into my heart… Only to leave me time and again, always in pieces.

Everybody else perceived me as aloof and strong, but they never knew how you were my one weakness, the love I could never seem to get over.

The first time you left back in high school, I was broken. I gave everything I had to you, and even then it wasn’t enough. You shattered my dreams of a fairy tale romance, and with it, my very soul. A glass shard seemed permanently etched in my heart and everyday was an agony. Even breathing hurt so bad. When we passed each other in the hallway, you never once looked my way. It was as if I’d suddenly dropped out of existence from your world. You needn’t had to bother with avoiding me, because I did enough for both of us. Seeing you simply hurt too much. Nobody saw the tears I shed for you; nobody knew that I feel asleep to a damp pillow every night. I never let them.

Then we went off to different colleges, and I moved out of state. There were just too many memories of you around and I knew I had to get away in order to rebuild my life. I cut off all contact with my friends and people who knew you and erased everything in existence that reminded me of you. I slowly picked up the pieces of my strewn heart and carefully glued them back together. I had barely learnt to get used to the constant aching in my heart before you slipped back into my life.

You showed up at my doorstep, out of the blue. When I arrived back home one day to find you sitting there on the steps to my apartment, conflicting emotions ran through me. I wasn’t ready. For this, for you, nor to face the pain once more. I was about to turn and walk off, feigning ignorance, hoping that you’d be gone by the time I got back from a sudden urgent need for a dose of caffeine, but you looked up at that moment and met my eyes. Those clear, blue eyes of yours. Filled with apprehension, I forced myself to walk forward and acknowledged your presence with a slight nod. We stood there in awkward silence before you finally spoke, spilling apologies and confessions of love and how you did me wrong. Words that I’d longed to hear before, but only served to bring the pain afresh now.

Somehow we started talking again, and not long after got back together. I hesitated for a while, but still caved in to you in the end. Maybe things would be different this time round? We’ve both grown since then, surely things would be different. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

The second time you left me, I had just started my second year in college. My carefully restored life fell apart around me once more. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t get why history was repeating. Weren’t we over all that? Where did my happily ever after go to? I started to lose hope.

You stayed away. I locked away my memories of you for a second time. Tight.

Into my third year in college, I got to know a really sweet guy. He was good to me, and I was comfortable with him. It was the closest thing to normal that I’ve felt since you left.
And then you came back.

I wavered. I shouldn’t have, I know. And I lost a great guy and friend. And so it continued… Every single time that my life was starting to have some semblance of normalcy, you would show up and smash everything to smithereens. You were like a windstorm leaving destruction in your wake everywhere you went, especially me. It took a few more times before I finally decided that I was too tired to care or love anymore, that maybe love was never for me. I can’t go on like this forever, throwing down my life for you and having to pick up the pieces each time you walk away. So I let you go. And placed a door wedge AND a chair against the damn door. My life will not be yours; You will not be allowed to wreck my life anymore.

Right now, I’m not happy, and I’m starting to think that maybe I never will be happy again. But at least I’m not sad all the time anymore. That counts for something, right? And maybe, just maybe, someday I’ll get over you. Or maybe I’ll never ever get over you, and that’s okay too. I’m learning to get over the thought of loving you.

-k

Sometimes people don’t know that they love someone until the thought is actually presented to them

Love Never Fail,People Fail On Love

Here I lay awake, I think of all my mistakes, As I let you down, It really makes me frown, I hold the tears, As I lay here in fear

Here I stand with a empty heart, When I see you it fills me up, What I did was not smart, I’ll try to win you back, And not to mess up.

Missing you so much my life is empty…love you!

I Smile through the pain, but the pain remains to stay the same

Love does not hurt .

Sometimes it’s better for you not to know, but now that I told you, it’s best that you know why. You are my everything and I hope that it stands forever. When you walked in and saw me crying, I knew that you could tell how much it hurt. Now you feel the same way about me and we are the happiest two people on the earth.

What is your own problem? Have you come to Jesus Christ for a miracle? Will you take Him at His word today? If you do, you will see God's glory! - Bayo Afolaranmi

ph: Colorfly Studio

The most eloquent prayer is the prayer through hands that heal and bless. The highest form of worship is the worship of unselfish Christian service. The greatest form of praise is the sound of consecrated feet seeking out the lost and helpless. – Billy Graham