The Comforting Cross

 I remember a time in my life when the only thing that truly occupied my mind was the longing to have a baby doll—not a real child, but that tiny doll every little girl loved. It felt like the biggest desire of my young heart. I imagined everything about that doll: how I would carry her everywhere I went, how I would plait her tiny hair, how I would pretend-feed her, bathe her, and dress her up in little outfits. I pictured sewing small dresses for her and holding her the way I saw other girls holding theirs. Even though I didn’t get the chance to own one at that stage of my life, it was something I constantly dreamed about. I would sit quietly and imagine myself with my doll, feeling like I had something precious of my own. But life moved, and with time, my desires shifted. Fast-forward a few years, and the dream that consumed me changed completely. I began to crave something far simpler and more common—a chopa, that small bicycle many children rode with so much joy. Click the Goo...

After many years of hearing and trusting God, there comes a time when you must be careful not to fail because of the noise from the devil. Sometimes it’s not that God stopped speaking, it’s that too many other voices began to speak louder. The whispers of fear, impatience, and doubt begin to echo in your mind. Please, be wise enough to detect the plans and wishes of the devil.  His plan is simple yet subtle: if he can’t stop your season from being birthed, he will do everything possible to corrupt the seed. And if he cannot corrupt it directly, he will implant his own seed alongside yours so that when the time of birthing comes, you will produce both the promise and a problem. You will birth what you prayed for — but also what you never intended. That’s his trick. He doesn’t always stop you; sometimes, he simply distracts or contaminates you. That’s why you may see an anointed man of God, healing the sick, casting out demons, and setting people free — yet deep down, he is fighting ...

1 John 5:4, 4:4; 2 Corinthians 4:17, 4:16 (NLT); John 11:4; Psalm 2:9 There was a time in your life when you began to question yourself and even God — why all these oppositions? why all these rejections? It just looked as if everything was against you. You thought that being a Christian would save you from a lot of stress, or maybe make everything fall perfectly into place. But instead, it seemed like the challenges only increased. You found yourself asking quietly, “Why these tears? Why does it feel like the more I pray, the harder things get?” There were nights when you lay awake wondering if God still saw you, if He still heard you.  Me too I have my struggles and my own questions, I remember even asking a friend one day, “Do Christians cry?” because I honestly couldn’t understand why someone who loves God would still experience so much pain. At that point in my life — right there in the middle of confusion and tears — I began to discover something powerful. I began to realize t...

Growing up as a little girl, I received many beatings from my mum. Just like every other African mother, they do not spare the rod and spoil the child. At that time, I must collect a slap or beating for every misbehavior or act. It got to a point where I became afraid to sit close to my mum or even see her raise her hands. It was so bad that she might want to raise her hands to pick up something, and I would flinch in fear. Sometimes, when I flinch, she would just call my name and overlook it. Growing up, I was afraid to tell my mum some things because I did not want to attract more beatings. The fear sat deep in my chest like a shadow that followed me everywhere. Recently, I noticed something about myself. When I am with people, especially friends, I always raise my hand to beat them jokingly. They even complain that my hand is painful. Sometimes, I do not even know when I do it. You may say something funny or slightly annoying, and my first reaction is to hit you. It comes so natural...

 Years back, when I lost my mum (my only parent), that very day they brought her lifeless body home, I was shocked. All I could shout was, “It’s not possible, she can’t die!” My faith was very strong, and immediately I picked up my phone and called my mentor. We started praying. I was in the same room where her corpse was laid, with the phone placed on her ear. We prayed, cried, and begged God to raise her. After all, we have examples in the Bible where God raised the dead. Yet, nothing happened. She was taken to the mortuary, and every day I kept praying and hoping that one day a miracle would happen—until the day she was buried. Right there, I lost all hope. Doubt set in, and I couldn’t pray again. Most times, when I opened my mouth to pray, the devil would whisper, “You prayed then, and yet you lost her. What’s the essence of praying now?” It was a difficult season for me—a slap to my Christian faith. Many times I asked myself, Can this be real? Why didn’t God raise her and stop...

 I had forgiven them, and I even told the person directly that I forgave them. But deep down, I was still bleeding. The pain was still alive. ‎ ‎I noticed that whenever I saw the person or came across anything related to the situation, I still felt the pain. One day, I broke down and lashed out — exchanging words and throwing blame. At that moment, all I really wanted was for the person to say three simple words: “I am sorry.” But those words never came. ‎ ‎My heart was burning — filled with pain, anger, and bitterness. It went on like that until I cried out to God for help. ‎ ‎That was when He showed me that I had been fighting the wrong enemy. The real enemy wasn’t the person — it was the devil working behind the scenes. Then, He brought Matthew 11:28-30 alive to me: ‎  _“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest._ ‎ _Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls._ ‎ _For my ...

‎This message is for the ones who smile on the outside but are bleeding on the inside… for the ones who cry in silence because nobody seems to notice their pain. This is for the heart that has been broken, for the soul that feels weary, for the hands that are too tired to keep holding on. ‎ ‎I want you to know — God sees you. Even when the world looks away, His eyes are on you. He has counted every tear, He has felt every pain, He has carried every burden you thought was too heavy to bear. You are not forgotten, you are not invisible, and you are not unloved. ‎ ‎May this message whisper to your soul that there is healing beyond the hurt, light beyond the darkness, and hope beyond the pain. You are seen, you are known, and you are deeply loved by God. ‎