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In the beginning, God created… (Genesis 1:1).

Dear, ALian! Happy September!

Just before I started writing this entry I was musing on what to share with you and I asked the Holy Ghost. He said, “when you start writing, I’ll give you the words.” I was still asking while I opened the app and then as soon as I saw the blank page for new entries the words came—beautiful things do not just appear, they’re created.

You know how excited it gets when He speaks! I’m excited to share this with you.

Genesis 1:1 came as a confirmation of that word. Over time how I’ve always confirmed the voice of God is through scriptures. And so, subconsciously, I don’t take actions on the voices in my heart until I receive confirmation from the Word. You know why already if you’ve read Idols (if not, read here).


With the hustle-bustle of new month and beginnings, no scripture is more apt than this one that lighted on my spirit few seconds ago.

As we begin the last four months of the year, this is your reminder to create. Create! Design. Make. Mould.

 Speak into existence what you want to see in these last four months.

Maybe you’ve allowed life happen to you in the past 8 months; it’s never too late to take back control. Create!

You are a life-giving spirit. Create!

You may be asking like Mary did “How will these things be?” “I have huge dreams, goals, plans that scare me.” Well, I have goodnews! See!

They were saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone from the entrance to the tomb for us?” Looking up, they noticed that the stone — which was very large — had been rolled away. Mark 16:3‭,4 (CSB).

You have supernatural help! Hallelujah!

Have a fabulous September!

Your GJ. ♡

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Hello, ALian. 💜

I finally decided to gift you Springing. First written on the 11th of December, 2021.

Sometimes, some days, you’ll just want to crawl into a cave someplace where you cannot be found, to sit there and cry. To cry till every tired, sad, disappointed and frustrated cell in your body washes out in the tears and form a pool.

You’re not scared that you may drown because even if you drown, you cannot die (at least if you could you’d have eons ago). Somehow, it doesn’t seem appropriate to say you drowned if you do not die… Or is it now?

Sometimes you want to run away from your body for a few days. Not forever of course—just a few days of not feeling, not knowing, not needing, not wanting. To be a soul, just…
But, beggars cannot be choosers, at least so they said, so all you do is laugh hysterically and wait for ‘your time’.
Your time will come… Or not?

Because how do you begin to unpack this, this, this nameless thing (leech?) attached to your soul, eagerly consorting to devour every ounce of joy.

How could you have lived all your life without ever finding satisfaction?
Have you ever been satisfied?
Why does it feel like the version of Jesus you fell in love with is a scam through and through, because how else can you explain these inconsistencies? Last I heard, Jesus is always faithful, right?

Poster child for joy wey no get joy. What a joke!

Light of the world wey no dey light up even im backyard! What a wawuzu.

How did you become a shadow of yourself? Wait. Do you even know yourself?

Who are you?
Where are you?
What are you?
The more important questions that never get asked. The questions that determine ‘How are you?’.

Why are you…? Why do you…? What are these weights? Who gave you so many burdens? Why are you sooooooo unserious? Don’t. Even. Laugh. You brute! 😂

15 seconds of seriousness you can’t maintain!

Happy child. Sad child. Just child… Child becoming. Child scared. Child afraid. Child vulnerable. Child growing. Child… Child.

Child loved.

More than anything. I think this is the scariest reality that you, dear, are loved. Wildly loved. It’s almost unthinkable, incomprehensible, but yet, crazily true. You are loved.

God has at all times brought you people who love you and sometimes all you need(ed) to do is love them back. Love them fiercely.
Don’t run. Talk. Communicate. Let them know you love them.
Close your eyes to the circus, the wild crowd. The people who matter are a handful. Do this for them!

You will win. You are already… You just can’t see it, because you ain’t looking there.

It’s in the way the smiles answer to your name. It’s in the way your hugs bring up fond memories. It’s scary but possible. You can love and not hurt. You can be loved and not hurt.
You can be whole. Again.

Because, Abba made you whole. Made: past tense for when he created you and past tense for when he healed you. Abba completes you. Rest in that completion.

In that grace. The grace that made you…makes you whole

And if you never do anything right, let it be that you loved Jesus and you allowed Him love you. Let that be your focus, to love Him first. To love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul and mind, and to let the Lord your God love you…To allow Him love you is to let Him love through you.

No pressure. None here. Not in this space. Not in your space.

All good things will come as you wait it out.
… And you will find rest for your soul.