In celebration of Good Friday, I reflect on Mary’s experience as a mother and it never gets old. I shared my Good Friday reflections in this devotional. Consider reading this Devotional this weekend on YouVersion, the BibleApp. http://bible.us/r/6SD Day 4 of the Devotional: You see, Jesus was an “unplanned” child for young Mary who yielded […]
It is not coincidental that this devotional was written in a month women’s history is being celebrated. I was not thinking of women’s history month when I wrote the devotional. Also, the theme scripture of the devotional was impressed upon my heart during Lent. Beautiful divine arrangement! I often remind myself that God is the […]
I have struggled with the sin of comparison on several occasions. I always depend on God’s word to bring me back to my senses. There are several verses in the Bible that remind me of my uniqueness, royal identity, and God’s plan for me. Whether we compare ourselves with others just to feel like we […]
The Happy Momma, She finds her sense of worth in God, not in motherhood. She first identifies as the daughter of the King of kings. She doesn’t compare herself with others, she knows she was fearfully and wonderfully made like her sisters. She doesn’t compare her children with others, she knows they are unique gifts […]
My 2 year old is OBSESSED with 2 things- swords and my house shoes.He doesn’t like wearing his shoes… or socks… or the slippers we bought him for Christmas. BUT if my house shoes aren’t on my feet, we all know where to find them. But here’s the problem. They don’t fit him. They weren’t made for […]
When I moved to the U.S. in my late teens, I desperately wanted to change my accent. I wanted to fit in. I didn’t like my accent despite people telling me “I love your accent” several times. They often follow the compliment with “where are you originally from?”. That’s the question I didn’t like answering. I would have to tell them I am originally from Nigeria but I didn’t want to. That was the problem and motherhood solved the problem.
I, without thinking grabbed a dark brown crayon and started coloring the girl’s skin. Without skipping a beat, the little boy asked me why I would use that ugly brown color because my real skin was so nice and white. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or hug him more in that moment.
Three little girls were sitting on the bottom bleacher watching the basketball game. As we walked by, one girl stuck out her foot and tried to trip my daughter. She then stuck out her tongue and told my daughter that her hair was ugly…..