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New Beginnings

Dear diary,


     It's been 5 years since Abba called me to step out of my shell. Initially, I opened the doors to fear. It was only supposed to be around for a few days but weeks passed and need I say months even my heart was still occupied. "When would it check out ?" I ruminated every breeding season. 

     I had to take a step into the light and see for myself that the ground wouldn't give way. Abba was extending His arms out to me.  Then the question in my heart was how shall these things be since I knew not a man (just kidding 😂). Over time, this desire was nurtured, loved, and birthed. I have come a long way since then. I have always known I would birth mighty things, however, I never could have worked out all that contributed to the woman I am evolving into.

     I don't have all the answers but I would point others to Jesus who does. I would be a true reflection of Jesus. As my life conveys His goodness, may the faith of others come to life. As I live in authenticity, allowing others to catch glimpses of my struggles and breakthroughs, may their desire for God be stirred. That people may know Abba as I live before them in truth. They would come to know God is relatable, approachable, and real. They would understand how to remain calm, with peace that passes all understanding amid the war raging in their souls and the clusters of their life. 


 Song of Songs 6:1 TPT

O rarest of beauty, where then has your lover gone? We long to see him too. Where may we find him? We will follow you as you seek after him.


This right here is the continuation of my journey. Welcome to the letters of Abba's Radiant Bride.

Good night 💤

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  1. BTF with Deborah Yakubu6:17 pm, March 29, 2023

    Beautiful! I love your sense of humour and writing style. The best part is the message and I pray God uses this space for his glory.

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