Faith

Sacred Spaces in Ordinary Places: Make Space for God

My mother once dreamed of building a house with a chapel in it—a sacred room set apart for family worship and prayer. We never built that chapel—but our living room became one. With worship, prayer, and intention, we created a space where God met us. This post is a reminder that sacred spaces aren’t always built—they’re made by hearts that seek Him, whether in a closet, a corner, or over cornflakes.

What If You Quit Too Soon?

You watered the dream. You waited through the dry seasons. Then finally, something shows—only it’s not what you hoped for. It’s sour. Disappointing. And you’re ready to walk away. But what if the sweetest part of your story is just “one year” away? Before you cut down your “orange tree,” read this.

This ‘Inconvenient’ Choice is Shaping My Children’s Faith

It started with a simple question from my daughter during devotion: “Mommy, why are you pressing your phone?”
She didn’t see that I was reading the Bible—she just saw another screen. That moment stirred something in me. I realized that even though my digital Bible was convenient, it wasn’t sending the message I wanted to pass down. So, I made a shift. It’s not the most convenient choice, but it’s a deeply intentional one—because my children are watching. And this “inconvenient” change? It’s shaping their faith in ways I pray will last a lifetime.

More Than Prayer Partners: You Need Roof-Breakers

Some friends will pray for you. Others will climb. Tear. Carry. Push past crowds. Break rules. Break roofs—just to get you to Jesus.

This week, I found myself thinking deeply about the kind of people we surround ourselves with… and the kind of friend we are. This post is a heart check—for me, and maybe for you too.

“Jesus Wept”: Finding Comfort in Grief

“Jesus wept.” These two words in John 11:35 have carried me through some of the heaviest moments of my life—especially after losing my father. They remind me that even Jesus, knowing resurrection was moments away, paused to grieve. His tears weren’t weakness; they were love made visible. In my own season of mourning, I found comfort in His example and in the promise of the Holy Spirit to comfort us. Grief, I’ve come to realize, is not just heavy—it’s holy. And in our tears, we are never alone.

Running to Win

A few weeks ago, the world celebrated Tobi Amusan. Tobi is a Nigerian athlete who broke world records as the fastest 100 metres hurdles runner. She is the first Nigerian to hold such a record. Watching the streams of joy… Read More ›