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"God..." That is how most of my prayers have started and ended when asked to pray. I can't get past this simple yet grandeur three letter word because of the chaotic poetry built in my mind, when the response to "How are you really doing?" comes with a narrative filled with doubt, fears and sometimes tears. "God... Help... " Well, that is not too bad, at least I've gathered whatever little strength I have within me, to get a little bit more of His attention, by calling Him by name and asking for what I want. Actually it is not what I want, it's what I need. I need help. But the prayers sometimes end there, and if I'm to start again, they are a repetition of the same. Then, another word, “God... Help... Me...” That's it! I think that's a good enough prayer, and frankly it's taken every ounce of strength in me to say it, through sobs and wails. The rest of the prayer is more of wailing, and I'm a firm believer He...

I have not been doing much writing for a while now. I can say it is due to a couple of things including writer’s block, which is like the rock bottom for any writing creative. Every day, I have something to say (mentally that is), but to present it in well thought out, spirit backed words can often be laborious. The greater part of me is a perfectionist, with a bit of room for unintended mistakes. I love to plan ahead, because well, I have great belief in my end result. However of late, I feel I have been forced to learn the importance of this one thing, “REST.” What to me felt like a dry season with social distancing between pen, paper, myself and the rest of the world, has had me sit back and think more deeply about God, the brevity of life and about myself. As a result, I have jotted down more to myself than I have in the many years I have shared blog posts with you. I had earlier planned to finish the #2727 series in June this year, but even with a goal written with a perman...

Photo Credits: @kilographyke There are a couple of reasons why I do what I do the way I do it. I think the main question here is more the “why” than the “bother”. It is more a question of motivation and an open door to witness what is considered valuable to a person. You get to see what one considers worth it. So here is why I bother; I bother because I do not belong to myself. I belong to God. Any person that has accepted Christ through salvation comes under the authority of Christ. Authority gives instructions while at the same time providing choice and consequences. The choice to live for Christ and belonging to his kingdom comes out of a love for Him. I put God first, then put myself next in line before I let others in. I bother to love because God cared enough to love me too. I bother because I do not conform, but rather I am transformed. My mind is the hub in which dreams and visions are conceived. My mouth is the channel through which they can either be birthed or ...