AND TROUBLE CAME

In the beginning was the world
The world was God and the world was God
God looked at the world and it was beautiful
God made it perfect
Then trouble started
Trouble started when we decided to look less to the creator
And look more to the created
Trouble started when as mere men
We thought we could be God
Trouble started when we heard the word of God
But we edited it to suit our purpose
Trouble started when we decide to listen to the wrong voice
When we decided to bite into deception
Trouble started when we stopped walking the path God had mapped out for us
And began walking the path of another individual.
Trouble started when we decide to awaken love
Long before love should be awoken.
Trouble started when we thought we’d won
With the things we ought not to have done
Forgetting there’s time for everything, regrets included.
Trouble started when we started to live our lives
Based on what we saw as opposed to Gods truth.
Trouble started when we started to look at our lives
Through the eyes of other men.
Trouble started when we became ultimate over our lives
As opposed to the supreme one.

I FOUND YAHWEH

I found him,
Not in the expected of places
I found him,
In the piercing innocent eyes of a year old baby.
I found him,
In the gentle troubled gasps of a day old baby struggling for a chance at life.
I found him,
Not sitting in the front pew of a sacred building
I found him,
In the recovery room of the hospital surrounded by mourning relatives and dying patients
I found him,
In the eyes of a 28 year old young man sticking needles up his veins craving relief
I found him,
Not in the eloquent speech of Mr. Preacher man
I found him
In the mumble of words spoken by the uneducated man who sits on the corner of the street
I found him,
Not in the spirit filled prayer of the pastor
I found him,
In the gentle praying arms of grandmother
I found him,
In the little loving gifts of an uneducated grandfather
I found him,
Not on the crusade ground
I found him,
In the danfo bus seated between the thankful unemployed graduate and the smelly fufu seller and her kids
I found him,
Just like the prophet Elijah
I found him,
Not in the earthquake or fire
I found him,
In the gentle whispers
I found him,
In daily seemingly meaningless activities
Screaming with the loudest of whispers!!!!

TWO WORDS

But God!!!
But God,
 Why did a 10 year old boy have to die of cancer?
But God,
Why did I have to suffer unjustly and the wicked go scot free?
But God,
Why did a young woman have to lose her baby even after so many prayers?
But God,
Why didn’t my prayers find any answers?
But God,
Why are there abuse, rape and violence?
But God,
You know I tried?
But God,
Why do I feel all by myself on earth?
But God,
Why is following and trusting you so hard?
But God,
Why do I have to hurt so much?
But God,
Why does love seem so far from me?
But God has given us the power to rise above life’s situation
But God has told us there would be trouble in this world
But God has promised to be with us even then
But God has given us strength to pull laughter when the would expects wailing from us
But God tells us to try again even when we seem to fail
But God never said it would be easy
But God has promised to be with us forever
But God would bear us up when we can’t walk again
But God gives grace
But God is reaching out his hand to us
But God is hoping we'll take his hand, accept his help and stop saying “But God”.
But God said it’s finished and I believe he meant it
But you what do you believe??
Xoxo
Miish love

POETRY

INTRO: in the past few months I had a bit of a shift in my life and somehow I ended up on poetry, now I’m not a poet, but I hope somehow these ramblings make sense to some people, for the next few weeks I’ll be sharing these poems, some short, some long, some deep, some shallow however I hope these poems bless someone.
Here goes the first one;


For every life that gave up hope
For all the love that never came
For every vow that another broke
For every dream that has been crushed
For every bruise seeking cover
For every heart that’s been shattered
For every silence that’s screaming for help
For every pain that threatens to suffocate us
For everyday that’s hard to live
For every heart trying to love again
For every hurt that’s craving relief
I know something that works
I know that nothing shattered, broken, crushed, hurting brought before the king ever returns the same
I know in him the broken, disconnected, disjointed pieces of life, people and things get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmony.
Xoxo
Mishlove

I HAVE NO TITLE

     Just today I read Tito idakalu’s piece titled “the test before the testimony” where she shared the testimony on the loss of her first child, half way through the piece I started weeping (I mean real weeping, like wailing and screaming) the diagnosis on the condition of her baby took my breath away, by the time I was done reading the whole piece, the couch couldn’t contain me again I was flat on the floor, weeping, thanking God that I still had life in me, and appreciating him for all I never thanked him for the past few years.
     Now anyone who is conversant with this blog knows I suffer from a range of health conditions, first I deal with sinusitis and then I also battle asthma, these conditions seem light initially until I realized the severity, the year the diagnosis came I was immediately booked for a surgery, however even after 5 head surgeries the conditions are still there. A couple months ago I was suspended from school for attending a church service outside the school and I guess that about crowned it up for me, I knew God wasn’t faithful, and God didn’t love me, I returned home totally shattered and with a resolve never to step foot in church again and yes I have sort of kept to that, I’ve attended roughly 4 church services in the last three months, and I attended because I was forced to (I still live with my father), I’d stopped my word study and prayer has been on a different level and my flesh game has been pretty strong, oh and blogging about the faithfulness of God also got boring so I left it too.
    However after reading the testimony by Tito I was crushed, I could help but be encouraged once again, things may not even look like I want them to be, things may not happen like I think or expect them to, but God knows best, my life is in his hand, and if I have to hurt I can be sure that there is a balm in Gilead that would heal me of every hurt and wound. I know the year I have to spend at home would change me, I believe at the end of the suspension I would have become more than I could have been even in school, I have plans to start a fashion line within this year and I’m working on it, I have plans in motion for my first book too, and I was going to wait until I the day I launch my fashion line to declare that God is good, I was going to wait until I launched a book before saying my God reigns, but today all that changed, weather the fig blooms or not, God is good, weather I have to be in the hospital every month God is great, it doesn’t matter that I have to take routine pills daily God is awesome, I have life therefore I have hope, I believe in God, I believe in his word he says his plans for me are good I hold on to that bit of truth, he promised that all things are coming together for my good and yes I know they are. Its not exactly easy to say this but it is totally true. Do I wish thing were different and I was healthy and everything was okay with me? Yes I honestly do… but then I know his ways are not mine so I choose to rest in him, if the way with Christ is rough and would bruise me I choose it, because I know when I can’t walk again he’ll carry me to the end, there is light at the end of the tunnel and I believe in that light. With all my heart I scream with the loudest of whispers, I serve a God who’s awesome, I serve a God who has given me dreams even in the midst of my dark days, I know there is light, I may not see it but he does, so I’ll walk with him.
Love
Busayo

MOVE ON

Hello and a beautiful day to everyone pardon my long absence from the blog, hopefully starting today I’ll be more frequent here, hope everyone has been doing well, I’m doing as good as I can, a million thanks to everyone who’s checked up on me since I’ve been away.
I attended Baptist high school Abuja during my junior school year, once every month we would attend service at first Baptist church Garki, and usually at the beginning of the year there’s usually a scripture the church would pick and use as the theme scripture for the year and it would be composed into a song, I can’t exactly remember the year now but the scripture for that year was Exodus 14:15,
   
Ex 14:15
15 The Lord said to Moses, "Why do you cry out to me? Tell the Israelites to move on.
Last night I was reminded of the scripture as it relates to my situation, many times we make mistakes, we make wrong choices, we fail and all and we feel so terrible about it, we run we fall on our knees we cry out to God for mercy, but sometimes we overly spend time crying and mourning poor choices but that’s not what God calls us to do, we’re called to move on, we’re called to rise and make new moves, God forgives us, he’s not expecting us to sit down and cry out and morn our poor choices forever, he’s calling us to stop crying, to stop mourning our wrong choices, to get up from where we have spent our time crying and like he said MOVE ON!
Xoxo
Miss Kehinde

FATHERS DAY

Hello blogville, it’s been so long I’ve been here a lot has been going on with me but that really isn’t an excuse tho, I’ve been away because I was sad, now the issue wasn’t that I was sad it’s that when you’re sad it rubs off on everything you do if you are not careful and that was what happened with me, I did write a few things but they all had a tinge of sadness and I couldn’t do that to you, when I started blogging I could come up and say anything I felt and be fine, but sometime along the line I let God be the head of this blog and it’s kind of a ministry now although I share my personal experiences I use them to teach and not to depress people further so much as I wanted to come here and be pitiful I had to do otherwise.
   Now to what I have for today, yesterday was father’s day and I felt so  much love for every father figure in my life and I couldn’t help it, but then I went online twitter and I saw some loving and some totally hating their fathers and I hurt for them but I also hurt for these fathers, some were mad because their fathers were absent and this I have to say, honestly I don’t exactly  know how you feel   but then when we were younger dad used to stay in Abuja while myself and my mom and sister stayed at Lagos and it wasn’t any fun at all we saw so little of him, now when I think of it he didn’t move to Abuja because he hated us or wanted to be away from us, he did so because it was the best he felt he could do at the time although sometimes I think we could have found other ways to stay together aside his leaving for Abuja but anyway it’s all good now. Why am I sharing this? It’s sad that some men couldn’t take or face their responsibilities and choose to run off but then I believe it looked like the best thing they could do at that moment. So yes they are wrong but we should forgive them, I bet they could never have been happy running off……… forgiveness is the only gift you can give to them.
      Furthermore some people are angry about the way they were raised and stuff their fathers gave or didn’t give them and that’s fine, I used to feel that way too before until I spoke with my dad once and when he was done I realize parents honestly are lovers, so for the most part of my growing years I was always forced to attend church, missing church wasn’t an option and I always wondered why, but when I said it to dad he was hurt and explained to me that when he was a child his dad was a smoker and an unbeliever and somehow it had an effect on everyone of his children but when dad got older and got know Christ he honestly started to wish he’d known Christ early and so all he was doing was trying to give us that which he never got from his father. Listening to him say that hurt me because that exactly is what we all want to do, we want to be better parents than ours innit?... sometimes when our parents seemingly push us it’s all in a bid to give us the life they wished they’d had, the life the would have loved to have but couldn’t, its why some parents be pushing you to get a masters degree, to chase a PhD when all you want to do is become a make-up artist lol, its why they be pushing you to study law, engineering or medicine when you want to study Yoruba education lol, it’s not hate it’s out of love and while this love may not sit well with you, it’s pure love. Can’t you see someone wants to give you all they never had? For this reason you should love them, you should forgive them, maybe the love wasn’t done right it was done with the purest of intentions. For this such fathers deserve love.
Those who were raped by fathers and step fathers, I can’t say I even understand but this I have done; I’ve sent prayer to heaven for you all, that God would comfort you and heal the hurt and help you forgive and wrap his love around you. Amen
Love always
Busayo kehinde
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