namwano

  July 22 nd 2017… I am zoning in and out of reality that yet another chapter is coming to an end in my life. This chapter had as many episodes that I noticed would culminate to the end of a season. It had been a winter-a cold, dark and restless one at that. I wanted it that way for a bit-to be able to feel everything that came and articulate it all to a God I felt had abandoned me by allowing such treachery to happen to my presumptuous “good self.” I am shut in a lovely en-suite room, preparing myself to give a grand speech at an invite only event for my exit from the place I called home. My soul however, is restless; there is a tag of war for an unknown release. Whether it was of something or someone, I was yet to find out. This release I would later in life come to find out would be the launching pad to the best days of my life. I knew it was restlessness, but in God’s eyes it was a prompting. A prompting to make room for Him to do His good work first and foremost in

 “I decided to take note of patterns because patterns never lie. If I could change my patterns then I could change my life.” In my previous post , I shared mechanisms I’ve previously used to tolerate sin. The feedback from the post had me dig even deeper and evaluate my lifestyle, my patterns and habits in the light of eternity. Let me fill you in on the biggest lie I have believed- that I can do life alone! The thought of appearing or embracing my need for help (even when I desperately need it) makes me cringe. Because I am a woman that would prefer to watch humanity tremble at my roar, envisioning my groaning and presenting my vulnerability is an attack on my manifested confidence-or is it simply pride? Yes, that is it- my pride; this puffed up attitude that I can do it all (bad and good) by myself.   God has wired each of us to be dependent on each other. I can prove this to be true, by constantly evaluating what I say to and about myself. The mumbling that has b