Wednesday, 20 July 2016

C'est Quoi, Salt Talks?


Salt Talks est exactement ├ža: Salt Talking.

OK, fear not, I am not going all French on you. Yes, Salt Talks is really just what it means, me talking. Salt talking, sharing, verbally musing just like I do here but this time, you will actually be able to hear me. I love it!

Remember my last post about ROTH how I shared that when Coach Anna asked us if we knew what 'babies' we were carrying and how I said I knew mine? Well, while I will not share with you the exact gender of my baby *smiling* I can tell you this:

I am confident that Salt Talks is God's way of preparing me for my baby when it is full term and ready to be born. You know, like you go for pre-natal classes? Yes, I am 'pregnant' and every time you listen to a Salt Talk you are helping me breathe in and out.  So WHAT exactly am I going on about?

Me being sprinkled out in a new way
by my PapaGod!

(photo courtesy of Google images)
To the glory of God alone, I have created a Whatsapp group called Salt Talks. And just like I come here to share in writing, I will via that group share but this time via voice memos!!! It is a new way to sprinkle some more salt on my patch of this world! I just love it! 

I have shared three already and I cannot tell you  how excited I am about this. Because, deep in my heart I know THIS is me. I have always said I was created by God to use my VOICE to lead people to my God.  It is true, writing is one way of using my voice but this time, I am REALLY using my voice. What an Awesome God we call Papa. His plans for us all can never be thwarted.

So, in a nutshell, that is what Salt Talks is all about. You know me, I have never said that I am the custodian of all wisdom. In fact no one is. That belongs to God and God alone. So I will just be coming on 'air' to share my thoughts as I am led about any and everything. I have so much fun recording the talks that I will still share them in the group even if no one listens....BUT please listen o! Lol! And share you thoughts about what you hear. 

Are you reading this and you and I are not connected yet and you would like to be part of the group. Inbox me your number via abimbolaen@yahoo.com and it will be my honour to add you to the group. 

Worried about notification pop-up nuisance factor? Me too. So when a Talk is shared, and you have a comment or want to say anything about it, please send it to JUST me. Not to the group. But the reality is that I may not be able to control that so hopefully, if you enjoy the talks enough, you will not let the conversations that may ensue chase you away. *smiling* And who knows, someone might just say something that will edify you and others too. Abi? Eh-hen! Iron sharpens iron.

So there you have it o! As I have begun my walk to my new level of fulfilling purpose, I pray you do too. The next Salt Talk airs tomorrow night at 9pm by the Grace of God. You don't want to miss it. I am going to be talking about a truly, edifying book! Among other things!  

God is leading me step by step so as the modalities change, I promise to keep you posted.

For now, in all your getting, be sure that the chief thing you are getting is God.

Shalom!










Sunday, 17 July 2016

July 16 2016


I searched in my heart for a fitting title for this post. None came to me. So, I'll just title it using the date. And that actually makes sense because like I told Beloved (the name God placed in my heart for my prayer buddy, Anthonia), for many of us at ROTH yesterday, July 16, 2016 will go down in our lives as a date to remember. A defining moment. 

So, here is fair warning. There is NO way I will be able to share everything in my heart about ROTH 2016 in a post. In fact, I was not even going to try. My plan was to just 'charter' the CDs and give anyone interested. But this morning, when I woke up, I knew I had to. Why? Because I saw myself doing so in my dream. Sharing the 'Boom-worthy' things that each Speaker said that made the "babies" in me leap for joy. 

This post is important because it's me being obedient. One of the things I've been praying for ardently is to hear God more clearly. For Him to guide me using dreams and visions. So I'm taking this as my first 'test'. I'll be doing this sort of personal-like but somehow, I trust God's Spirit in you to connect the dots in a way that speaks to your life personally. So here goes: 

Coach Anna to Salt:
Today,  It's time to give birth to what you have been carrying in you. But to give birth, you first of all need to know what you are carrying. Do you know? ( I knew; I have know for years but been too scared/lazy/doubtful to accept the pregnancies. I wrote them down. Write yours down. )

Coach Anna continued.  Now, here's what you need to carry these pregnancies to term and bring them forth: Get more of the Holy Spirit in you to energize  you when you get tired cos pregnancy is not beans+ Surrender ALL to God cos He is the One that will bring these babies out + Do Not Panic so your fear doesn't abort your seed or make you push when it's not time+ Be Disciplined + Be the Re-Branded Salt. The Salt that walks by the Spirit of God onlyOnce you do this then just begin to PUSH. Pray. Until. Something. Happens. Until you bring forth your 'baby'

Pastor Mayokun Oreofe to Salt:
What's your tag line? 
Salt to Pastor Mayokun : Seasoning lives with words for positive change to the glory of God

Good, for 'these babies' you are carrying in you to achieve that you  need to connect with your God-appointed midwives. This birthing journey cannot be done solo. You need midwives. Who are they? Ask God. ( I did right there and I kid you not, God told me. Who are yours?) 

Pastor Mayokun continued: Salt, be uncomfortable because whatever it is you've done, you are not through. Do not tabernacle here. Your God still has much for you to do. (this was like a splash of cold water in my face! But in a good way because I had been feeling an unease in my spirit about my walk and work for God for a while but I had many reasons for not moving. How about you?)  

Mama Wallace inspired me to pray: 
PapaGod, let your Holy Spirit overshadow me today so that I can live and operate for the realm of the Supernatural and touch lives for good.  I sang with her with all my heart asking the Holy Spirit to consume me  and use me! She connected me with Beloved as she made us pair up and speak Life into our partners! Boy, did we pray over each other! I'm confident something shifted in my life because of Beloved's prayers. I trust my PapaGod that same goes for her. And thanks to Mama Wallace, I have a new DestinySister. 

BMM to Salt:

My sister, for you to conceive, there must first of all be intimacy. Apart from Mary, mother of Christ, there is no way for conception to occur if a man and woman don't become intimate. So the babies you carry? Are they the outcome of you being intimate with God? (I can't tell you how relieved I was to know my answer was 'yes'. How do I know? Cos they looked too big for  me, so impossible. Hence my inaction. All this while I've  been scared into immobility. Not anymore. Thank you Jesus!) 

If you are unsure of what you carry in your spiritual 'womb'. 'If you keep aborting your creative/business/ideas babies'. Or maybe you don't even conceive at all. No future ambition. No clarity on your purpose. In the words of BMM, check your intimacy levels with God. 

*exhaling*

If you look closely, you will see a common thread running through all the above. These are my personal notes but I bet if anyone else shared their notes too, the same  thread will come through: To run your race, to fulfill your purpose, to bring forth   life-giving and impactful 'babies' you MUST be connected to God AND you can't go it solo.  No woman is an island. 

To these four special beautiful-on-the-outside-empowered-on-the-inside women of God, it's impossible to do your messages justice in a blog post. Please manage me *smiling* but I pray I've shared enough to make readers want to get the CDs.  

PapaGod, please breathe on this post. Cover up anything I may have written amiss but magnify ALL that you agree with and want your daughters (and sons) to get from this. So that they can Run! Find! And Fulfill Destiny! 

To God be the glory! 

P.S I'm still getting five sets of the CDs. Two are spoken for already. So, first three people to inbox me at abimbolaen@yahoo.com with name, delivery address and phone number get the rest. 

         

Saturday, 2 July 2016

Things Could Be Worse

But they are not.

So, please take a moment first and just thank God for that. Great. Thank you. 

I was in a bus coming back from Yaba on Thursday when I saw her. She was wearing a black skirt and blouse. Her outfit looked tired. Her shoes scruffy. I had enough time to see the white patches of dry skin around her elbows because she was standing there at the bus-stop, arms folded across her chest, her bag hanging loosely by her side. As much as I noticed all this, what left an indelible print on my mind was how sad, deeply sad this woman looked. If Sadness was a person, she would be it. If you asked me what hopelessness looked like, I would point to her. Right there and then I wanted to jump off the bus, go to her and ask her what was wrong. I wanted to hug her and make her magically feel better. I didn't though. I mean, who does that right? 

I didn't help her and now I can't stop thinking about her. Praying for her. Trusting God to sort her out. I can't also stop thanking her. She helped me clear away cobwebs of discontent that had unconsciously gathered over my mental space.  My! My! My! There are people out there going through things oh! There is much pain and suffering going on and without meaning to belittle our pain and suffering, we, OK let me speak for myself, I cannot honestly say there is anything in my life right now that could make me look the way this woman looked. And so, in spite of my issues, I really must keep focussing more on all that's working and just be more thankful. Because.....

Things could be worse. 

And while it might be difficult to help a random woman on the streets, let's be more aware of people closer to us that might need help. Yes. True, we all need help. Me sef, I need epp and I believe that as we reach out to help others, God will, through others, reach out to help us. 

Just thought to share. 

And yes, Happy New Month by the way! How about we make July our month of random acts of kindness to people who can't give us anything back in return. 

Hope you join me because the truth is no matter how tight your shoes are, someone out there has no feet. And remember, some of the purest acts of kindness don't cost one brass farthing.

Shalom. 
 

Sunday, 26 June 2016

Death as an incentive



I dreamt that I died last night. For the first time in my life, it did not scare me. I accepted it. Death was warm like a blanket. Cosy like a hug. Agreeable like a friend. 

Hell no!!!

Excuse my French but that is exactly what I yelled at the devil when I knocked sense back into my head as I woke up.  And to be honest, I wasn't really swearing. I was just telling the goat where it belonged. Abi? Yes, I have much to do on this side of eternity. It may not seem like it sometimes but I'm sure that when God spoke into my substance those many eons ago, what I have experienced to date could not have been all He said! 

But you know, thinking of death helped me think. I don't know about you but there are some people that I have decided not to relate with as part of my pursuit of peace. In short, I don't like them. I thought they were good but they showed me they were bad for my health so I cut them off. I wish them well but have chosen not to renew our relationship. Will this keep me out of Heaven? *shrugs shoulders* We or shall I say, I shall see.

Dying alsogot me thinking about my tomorrow. For real. If indeed I know I will not  wake up tomorrow, what will I do right now. If you knew you wouldn't wake up tomorrow, what would you do today? Right now?   

Already, my list has 8 items. I have posted this to invite you to join me in making this list. Let death be your incentive too. Let those people go and live your Life now. Move beyond the hurt and exhale into a new page of your relationship. That's life. Pleasure and Pain. 

And yes, I know. We shall live at least 70 years. Yes, I know but what if we don't? The people who are dying at 9, 16, 39, 48, 65? How are you better than them? You are not. It's all God's Mercy at play and He dishes it out as He deems fit. 

Remember, it is God that is Sovereign. Not you. 





Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Thank You Daddy ( A letter to my Father-in-Love)


Dear Grandpa Suleja. 

That's what the children and I used to call you to differentiate you from my Papa, my Prof who was Grandpa Minna. Thinking of you right now, various words tumble around in my head: Hardworking, Practical, Simple, Blue Jeans, White shirts rolled up at the sleeves, Caring, Funny, Sweet tooth and Storyteller. A lover of Nolly and Bollywood movies. And of course, a fan of Crime Investigation, World's Dumbest videos and Wrestling shows! I smile now as I replay the sights and sounds of you and my LBS laughing out loud as you watched some funny show on TV.  Precious memories. One thing is sure, you loved to enjoy life, tell stories and to laugh. 

Daddy, your son, my husband is one of the most hard working men I know. I believe he got this trait from you. All your children did I think. Thank you for teaching your children the value of a good name and honest hard work. I  remember how as you got better and began to walk a little, you would say 'soon, I'll be able to go to the Factory and keep an eye on what those funny people are up to'. Even then all you wanted to do was work. To help. To contribute to your son's success. Sitting in that wheel chair all day was not your cup of tea at all and we all looked forward to that day with you but God is Sovereign. 

You were a jolly good guy.
Thank you for a jolly good time
Daddy, thank you for always being kind to me. As a young wife, as far as I know you  were always on my side. You always looked out for my interests.  I recall the time my team from work were going to Calabar for a retreat. My colleagues wanted Afang, fish and palm oil. I just mentioned it to you in passing but before I knew what was going on you had personally sorted it all out! My colleagues were blown away by the military precision with which you put it all together. One of them, till this day still talks about. I mean, how many wives can boast of a Father-in-law who would personally organize food stuffs for her any chance he got? Anytime you visited, you would always come with bags of every Ibibio wife's dreams. That's just who you were. The man who made things happen for those he cared about. I will always treasure these good memories I have of you Grandpa. 

Thank you Daddy for the good memories while you were alive. But you know what? I just have to thank you especially for the good memories I will have of your going away. Not the actual burial and all that. I mean, the time I got to spend with family in Calabar; the old friends I got to see because of you. True, there were some sad, emotional times, There were even some stressed, loud and angry times. But mostly, we had a good time gisting, laughing, eating and dancing! Boy did we eat! I for one refused to eat rice through out. How can? Eat rice in Calabar when there are all kinds of soups to demolish with pounded yam! Lailai! And my waist can testify! 

Yes, we had a good time. At least I know that I had a good time and I have you to thank for that. As your daughter, my sisterinlove said, the only thing I would trade for the time we had together, would be to have you back alive with us, well and whole. As that does not seem to be in the works, I shall just encourage myself with your final gift to us all. Good times. Family time. Great memories. You would have loved every moment of it had you been there........Did you see my Mom yet? And Prof? How about my Uncle Abiye or Uncle Augustine? I bet if Pastor Eskor knew you were our Dad, he would surely walk up to you and ask about us. 

*exhaling* Who knows how things work up there anyway.....but I hope in my own God given time to find out by myself....

For now, Daddy, I am truly grateful to you. Thank you. Rest in peace. You deserve it.


Mama Akan.


PapaGod, thank you for holding up my MGM and his siblings as they pulled this off. Thank you for being our Source and our Cover.   Thank you for every single person that prayed for us and stood by us during this time. Thank you for bringing everyone in and taking them all back safe and sound to their various destinations. PapaGod, when all is said and done, it is to you I owe my greatest thanks.
Imela!

Thursday, 16 June 2016

Pray. Don't talk (Dealing with Family wahala)

JMy family and I just buried our brother, husband, father, uncle, fatherinlove and grandad. We did cry at some points but generally, we all just celebrated his life. I mean, four children and eleven grand children! To weep as those without understanding would be even sadder than losing him. In all things we gave and will continue to give thanks to God! He took us to Calabar, was our Source, made all things including the weather favour us and brought us all back safe and sound! Come on! What an awesome God we serve.  

Back home, as I now get ready to go back to work, I'm just tired. Head pounding, knees and body aching yet very Thankful. Very. Yet in  the midst of the good, I've had the sad. Shockingly sad. There are times you just wonder why you give so much only to be treated so badly. I have no words to explain how I feel right now. And to be honest it's better I don't speak. It's such a pity though cos you do your best for those you love and they just take you for granted. Treat you anyhow. Talk to you anyhow. I guess they feel they don't really need you anyway. They are now all knowing and all wise. They believe your stress is too much. You know what?  It's fine. There comes a time in one's life when you just step aside and let Life have its way in the lives of those you love. Siblings, Spouse and Children.  

I may not have my own words to describe how I feel right now but I have these words: Do not let the bad behavior of others steal your inner peace. For now, that is my stance and it shall be my state of mind. To each his or her own. As you make your bed, get ready to snuggle up in it. 

As for me, I'll just continue to do what I am learning to do better. Shut up. Chill. Pray. 

I see now, it'll pay me better than talking. 

#SaltCeasesToBeMrsFixIt
#LeavingItAllToGod





  

Friday, 27 May 2016

Letter to my children on Day 2 of being 48.


First of all, thank you for my birthday card. I love words. You will not understand how much your words written in your own handwriting mean to me. I will treasure them for ever. I mean it. 

You three are my world and I really just want you know. My prayer is that knowing you have my unconditional love as well as God's will keep you lifted no matter what. Your Papa and I just want the best for you but never let us or anyone else push you to a place where you feel pressured to do or be anything. Sometimes, I think we parents don't realise how our desires for your best can easily become too much pressure.  A friend's child committed suicide recently. I can't imagine her pain. I don't want to ever know it. He left a note that suggests the pressures of life got to him. At his young age? What pressures? Grades. Girls. Goals. 

Please never feel pressured. Please never feel pressured. Please never feel like you can't come to me to talk it out. I admit I may not handle all talks well but I've never been a mom to three young people before. I'm a learner. But I'm always here and no matter what, my motive is love. So please know you can always count on me. Always. And as you know, I count on God. That brings me to my next point.

Your walk with God. Please cultivate it. See, life is not meant to be this tough. It's hard because we rely on Self so much. Trusting God brings peace and contentment. Above all, it removes fear. Once a day, find time to spend with God. I'm sure there is an App out there that can help you. Lol! But seriously of all the things I tell you THIS is the most important. A life without God is a very dark place. You know I pray for you all the time but more and more you need God direct. Not via Mommy. 

Be there for each other.  Build each other up. The world is mean. Be each other's safe haven. Do it for me. Please. Being nice to people outside counts for nothing if you don't start from yourselves. I know siblings sometimes fight and get on each other's nerves but at the end of the day, each of you must know you've got each other's back. 

So, here I am 2 years away from 50 and I promise you there are many things I thought I would have done by now. Many include food. Hehehehe. But I've not. But I'm content. I'm at peace with my NOW. Trusting God for the next step. I'm married to a great guy that I know loves me and I have three children that I'm so proud of. I feel so blessed to be your mom. I look at you guys and I'm amazed. I wish you could see yourselves through my eyes. Or better still through God's eyes. You'd never feel anxious again. 

Anyway, my point is: Live guys! Enjoy your now! Treat every day like the precious gift it is. Show up and just be the best YOU that you deserve. Don't compete with anybody.  This life is not a competition. Just Do You! Respect people. Be compassionate. Don't judge anybody. You don't know their full story. Treat people as you would want them to treat you. 

And yes, get tight with God. He's More Powerful than I am. Lol! 

From my heart

Mommy. 


P.S. Yes, this is going on my blog. But at least I share with you first. Lol! 





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''As long as my God is in it, it will always end in praise"