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The Message in the Storm Pt. 4: God’s Heart in the Storm

Have you ever doubted that God cares?
I definitely have.
It’s like you know He’s there, and He’s all-powerful, you just doubt He’s as concerned about what you’re going through as you are.
The break up.
The loss of a family member or a friend.
An unemployment situation.
An empty bank account.
We know He’s all-knowing, but somehow He seems ridiculously absent and uncaring in those situations.

Faith

The Message in the Storm Pt 3: Trust and Obedience in the Storm

I should mention that one of the things that ‘freaks me out’ (for lack of better words lol) about being a Christian is my knowledge of God’s fondness of allowing people to be taken on roller coaster rides in their lives to prove some point/cause you to grow/reveal something in you (cc Job). I was at Six Flags last month, and I can tell you for a fact that I’m not a fan of roller coaster rides- or in this case, storms. No one is. We are in such a hurry to get out of them.
And that’s why trust and obedience are so important when facing them.

Devotions

The Message in the Storm Part 1: Understanding the Storm

Let’s talk about Lazarus.
I know, I know. We’ve heard this story a million times. Man dies. Jesus resurrects him. Hurray! The end.
But haven’t you ever wondered, why did Lazarus even have to die in the first place? Let’s take a closer look at the story- The TBE version (Told By Eudora lol):
The Bible account of Lazarus’ death didn’t begin with Lazarus actually being dead. Lazarus was sick. And gravely so. So Mary and Martha, his sisters, sent word to Jesus saying “Jesus, the one you love (Lazarus) is very sick”.
Now a little background here: Lazarus was Jesus’ homeboy. I’m not sure of the details, maybe they’d built some chairs together, I don’t know lol.

Dear Diary

Musings of A Single Ghanaian Woman In Her Mid-Twenties

As I sit here sipping my usual morning brew of hot lemon water with ginger, praying it’s miraculously imbibed with the same effects as coffee, it dawns on me that I’ll be 25 in just over 3 months.
25. That dreaded point of no return. When you’re young enough to still be single and figuring life out, but old enough to care that you ARE single and haven’t gotten it all figured out yet. And soon others around you start to care too.
And 25 is that number for ME. Maybe it was 18 for you, I dunno. I guess it really all depends on where and how you’re raised.

Faith

The Dilemma of How to Be Taken Seriously When Telling A Guy (Or Anyone For That Matter) You’re Celibate

I grew up in the Church, and was constantly reminded of how necessary it was to keep myself for marriage. This was all good and dandy when I was 12, and when I was in an all girls’ boarding high school and there were no prospects for sex. And then there was the part where I wasn’t even really interested in guys at that point (Well, maybe just one). So it was easy to carry my virginity chip proudly. Now, fast forward several years, and I’m in college, living on my own, my boobs have finally come in (and in full force, might I add), and I’m surrounded by a plethora of potential male partners who want my number/want to be with me/want to marry me.

Dear Diary

Letter to My 21-Year Old Self

Dear Beautiful,
You will soon realize for yourself that that’s what you are. Beautiful. And not just on the outside (though knowing that is important too). You are beautiful in your essence. Know that, and you won’t ever need validation.
Life is about connecting, with people and with God. If you don’t learn to connect, you’ll soon find yourself drowning with nothing to catch hold of.
The most important thing you’ll ever do in this life, is love yourself. And I don’t just mean physically. I mean deeply and intimately. To do this you’ll first have to know yourself, and knowing yourself takes time, and focus. Be patient.
Don’t search out love.

Dear Diary

Mumbai Nights

At first I was apprehensive about being, possibly, the only black woman in Mumbai (I caught a glance of this hot journalist-type black guy in a restaurant tonight who I’m fairly certain is my soulmate). Then I went out dancing with my friends… An Indian woman pulled me aside and told me I was so beautiful. Then it dawned on me: I was finally the ‘exotic’ one.