A Surprise in Mexico

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I’m here reminiscing… I remember when we were planning our wedding, there were certain things on my to do list—like the honeymoon for instance—which by the the is very important…but I was like if it didn’t happen the way I envisioned it, l’m probably not going lose sleep over it.

I guest when you grew in church and you wait and wait and wait some more to be married… the most important things is to prepare for the marriage and not so much the wedding day—even though the wedding day is as equally important!

Over the years I was very fortunate to witness some splendid weddings and see the honeymooners going above and beyond to enjoy the most extravagant honeymoons—because, yes, this is a very sacred time to consummate the union…but I came to the conclusion that “A lot of couples enjoy beautiful wedding days, beautiful honeymoons but very ugly marriages.”

When I was given my chance to stand before God and many witnesses to exchange vows to “the one” He kept for me—to me standing before a Holy God was the most important aspect, and that sort of trumps everything else. Don’t get me wrong because I do consider every aspect of the wedding details important—every part, great or minuscule.

I do believe that we all have preferences and desires—-and they should be carried out if your heart so inclines accordingly. When I was fixing to get married, the only person I have to depend on to pay for my wedding was me and God. So for years upon years I had been putting away pennies towards the big. I was encouraged by this verse in proverbs 30:25~6:8 “The ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer; Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.”

I know this might sound silly to some but I had purposely bought myself a blue water bottle to save my loose coins in—I also wrote on the side of it “For my wedding.” My mother always said every ‘mikkle makes a muckle’ or one, one cocoa full basket. I love my mama, she’s a wise woman. I must add that I was always preparing myself for marriage as long as I can remember. I felt like it was something innate somehow. Even though I hadn’t much clue about its institution nor did I had any prospect—in my heart I was somehow sway towards its threshold.

By the way, I was well aware I had no parents, nor maternal grandparents to secure a dowry for me so I had to work hard and save. I wasn’t of the mindset, that I should wait for my husband to come and pay my share. I wanted to be independently ready to enter the marriage-ship without any added burden on my bethrotal. I came from a single parent household and my mother had no monetary blessings to bestow upon me excepts her consent and wisely words of encouragement—which was few because my mother was never married of course.

However, my church family and friends poured in and gave us monetary gifts but the real wedding bills we had to fit ourselves. When Jacob and I came together to budget out our wedding—our honeymoon didn’t take precedence.   We planned it that way on purpose. Our honeymoon was at the bottom of our list. One of the main reason is that we knew God had brought us together and because of this we anticipated a lifetime to creat marvellous memorise! 

Secondly, we didn’t want to end up in debts. I’ve seen people today still murmuring, or ended up in divorce because they never get over the cost of the wedding. Please don’t get me wrong, everyone is at liberty to go all out but it should be done in moderation. It can become a burden if you don’t make good choices and plan wisely. 

So, Jacob planned our honeymoon and we spend it locally. Yes we sure did. He droves us to Connecticut Hampton Inn hotel. It was very modest with an indoor pool, gym and super wifi but who needs wifi on their honeymoon—if you get the jest🤪wink wink. Ha!  It was about an hour away from home—just down the street it seems. And I never once complained about it for I was too happy and I trusted my husband.

The truth is, I would have love to be flown✈️ to Paris like every bride wants to… that was my true💞desires but I was so grateful to be finally rejoined to my husband (who was predestined for me before the foundation of the world). I was more worried about my stretch marks and getting to know Mr. Nimocks for the very “first time” if your get the witticism at play here. We were total novices. Ha! So, I was more than happy to work with our meager budget plan and no I didn’t settle—I was more than contented! 

Thanks to Dave Ramsey. We stayed there for only three days, then we return home and it was life not as usual… Serval months before our 1 years anniversary the babes Informed me that the company is sending him overseas and he was taking me with—and oh boy I was over the moon. So again my hubs planned a surprised honeymoon trip for me to Mexico City—to make up for the fact that he too wanted more for me  but we’re both agreed to remain within our budget. 

You can see the pic for yourself. With all of that said—we entered our union with minimal debts. What I’m saying to the girl who’s getting ready to do this—keep it beautiful, romantic and simple. You don’t need to break the bank for one day. It’s vital to celebrates with family and friends but remember the core goal is to plan towards the lifetime of a blissful marriage—too often, countless couples secure the plans for the wedding day and not the marriage union after.

Moral of the story: Marriage is beautiful. The wedding day is a once in a life time even but be smart about every aspect. Be a good Steward with your money. Also check out the story of the first wedding Jesus attended in the NT-The wedding of Cana in John 2. Hope I could encourage any future bride to be.

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I Only Had One Dress

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I ONLY HAD ONE DRESS👗

 It’s not that I’m fashion crazy, oh no! It’s simply because I never had much of anything to begin with. 

Like I’ve mentioned to you before, I grew up stricken by poverty…I didn’t have any shoes👠 for many years, and to add to that dilemma, I only had one little white dress.👗🎐

My mother would wash my one little dress every Saturday for Sunday school. I wore it with such pride and self-confidence. It had frills and buttons in the back. I had no ribbons to match, no clips, only a few bubbles with the elastic all stretched out. But oh boy, I loved my one little white dress.

 

One Sunday morning I went to Sunday school and little Ms rich Josey with her comrades of gossip girls, laughed, giggled and whispered about my ‘one’ worn out dress👗. She said, “Every Sunday I wore the same dress to church!!” I was very appalled though only seven years old. Hearing her discriminate against me hurt💘 my little heart. The tears😭 welled up in my heart and came running down my face the moment I got home and reiterate my story to my mama. Mama encouraged my heart💞 like she knew something I didn’t. She said, “Sophia, one day massa God is going to bless you, you won’t have back to wear all your clothes.” (This means that God will bless me so much👗👗👗👗, I won’t be able to wear it all.) To me, it sounded like a hopeful verse right from the book of Psalms. However, I pounded hers words in my heart. 

 

Sadly, it never occurred to me that I only had ‘one dress’👗for church until Josey pointed it out to me. I became so conscious after that to the point where I went to God and asked for another dress. He promise to be a father to me and I needed it! This might seems fortuitous to you but it was God who orchestrated the whole thing⚖️. One of my Sunday School teachers, Sis Regent, had returned from visiting the UK. Shortly after my ‘one dress’ encounter drama she had asked me to come see her. I went to see her thinking she had something for just my mama, but come to find out she had brought me this beautiful little red plaid dress. I did not sleep that night 🤷🏽‍♀️and man did I weep like Jesus! I was so happy for the change. I felt rich.👘 A present from God.🛍🎀🎁 Sis Regent told me that the Lord had impressed on her heart to buy me the dress👘 while there in England. She brought just the right size. The following Sunday I walked in my Sunday school class with a brand new dress👘. It was the first for me since my little white dress was a hand-me-down from my sister Shelly lol. 

 

The saying is true. Little is much when God is in it! I was so happy to just go to Sunday school that I didn’t realize I only had one dress. It really wasn’t a big deal. I was so poor, that having just one good dress was such a big blessing to me. Be grateful for the little things this season and have grateful heart. Don’t  forget where God has brought you from.

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I Cried To God For Fifteen Years To Be Adopted.

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I left my mother’s house at fifteen years old because we were poor. I had no father and my sister Juju who was trying to help me to go to school suddenly passed away. I went to Kingston city and stayed with two different families that God literally provided for me. These families, however, had different plans for me in the long run… other than what God had for me and I had for myself. During this season in my life, I prayed and wished I could get adopted by a family who would love and take care of me wholeheartedly.

 

When I turned nineteen after I had finished High School, I literally moved on my own with no one to make any life decisions for me. I had to rely on the Holy Spirit for total guidance. {It’s good time to tell you how important the work of the Holy Spirit is – He’s our HELPER!) When I turned twenty five, my prayer for adoption became more intense. Life was very hard to do on my own. With God’s help I made it to thirty and at the end of my thirtieth birthday I found myself crying… I still had this deep desire to be adopted even though I was a grown women🤷🏽‍♀️. I had lived that far without a single human telling me “you’re my full responsibility, don’t worry.” I was far away from home and had been on my own for far too long; I seriously wanted someone to take my physical hand, stand with me, and fight through life with me and parent me.

 

When I turned 32, the little girl who still resides in me, still cried silently because she wanted to still be adopted and still no one has ever made her an offer. (A broken and contrite heart, God said He would not despise). Can you imagine being 32 years old and still crying😭😭 to be adopted? Peeps, my soul couldn’t help it. So in January of 2013, during the months of prayer, fasting and consecration, I got really open before God at the alter. I prayed like Hannah; unmasked in sackcloth and ash with groaning that cannot be uttered before the Lord. Since I was single and waiting, I cried for his divine will. I told God I would still love and follow Him even if I never married or no one ever adopted me. I was very honest and open. In closing, I told Him I didn’t want to do life alone anymore but if He thinks that’s what best I would learn to accept it. But before I walked away from the alter I gave God a proposition. I said, God I wanted to help you! (like God needs help right?) I told Him I wanted to help his Kingdom. I said, “I’m available to work, what can I do for you My Lord?” He answered that very moment and three months later He sent me a young man who would marry me along with the little girl (who still desire to be adopted into a family).

 

Though I was a part of so many different families in the church, the need to have my very own family was innate. I watched as I became one with Jacob – God just ingrafted me into the Nimocks family. Late last year as we drove across the country to be with his family, the Holy Spirit brought before me these scriptures:

Moral of my story~

“God settles the solitary in a family; he leads out the prisoners to prosperity, but the rebellious dwell in a parched land.” Psalm 68:6 and 9. Ephesians 1:5 “In love he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will . . . ”
I couldn’t stop crying when the Lord said, “ Dear child, you were always mine, that’s why I wouldn’t let just anyone adopt you. I felt safe to give your hand to Jacob because I knew he would love and take you care of you.”

On this New Year’s Day I would love to encourage those of you who are still waiting on God to never STOP waiting because He will COME and He will deliver. But I beg and implore you to wait in the Kingdom. He will be whatever you need Him to be and more…

After waiting for fifteen years to be adopted, I was very surprised to know I was already adopted before the foundation of the world in Christ Jesus! The greatest and best family you could ever be a part of is the Kingdom family of Jehovah God.

On this New Year’s Day I would love to encourage those of you who are still waiting on God to never STOP waiting because He will COME and He will deliver. But I beg implore you to wait in the Kingdom.

O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
Plasm 34:8

I’m so blessed and thankful for all of you who have made my journey more memorable as well 😘

Shalom beloveds and Happy New Year!

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Thirty Years Later

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When I was only seven years old, I had my first encounter with the Lord Jesus CHRIST! I remember sitting down on my mama’s broken down bed and began to cry so bitterly😭😭. I had to stay home from school that day because I went to school barefoot👣 the day before because I had no shoes👠…and I bucked my big toe real bad. The previous day before that, I learned who my father was for the first time…and I came to find out he didn’t want any thing to do with me…and my heart broke into million little pieces and I just cried. 

So, I sat there and poured out my broken heart before a God I didn’t really know. I cried, “Lord, why am I so poor? Why was I born out of wedlock? Why am I called a bastard? Why don’t I have any shoes and why don’t I have a father?” It was within that moment the God of heaven, the omnipresent one, the God of the universe came down in my poverty stricken home and enveloped me with his love and made Himself known to me. He then directed me to Paslms 27 and verse ten captivated my whole heart. I was floored and flabbergasted when my heart saw what God was saying to me.

“When thy father and mother forsake you, I the Lord will receive you.” 

That very day God took legal guardianship of me and I gave Him full access to my life. I became his daughter and He became my daddy!🤗

Thirty years later and He’s still keeping me…(I might be much younger considering the fact that my mother confessed that she had no money to register me after my birth…so she had wait to register me two years later lol🤣. I love my mama💕 but that’s what poverty will do to you). 

My whole life belongs to Jesus! He chose me and I am His. He’s my father. Growing up we were too poor to celebrate birthdays but today He just showered me with love and some amazing blessings through my hubby. Jacob.

My soul loves the Lord and I live for Him. My life was designed to honor and give Him glory! 

💙Can I encourage someone today, especially if you’re fatherless… I want to tell you that God can be more than a father to you. You can trust Him! 

Once you give your life to Him, He will restore All you missed out on all the days of your life. 

Thank you all for your birthday love and wishes😘

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God Provided my wedding Cake

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~God provided my wedding cake~

❤️I’m brought to tears😭 when I look over my wedding pics and see👰🏾the glorious provision of our Lord and King. This cake🎂was surely a gift from God to me. The right cake fit for His bride.

We’re the bride of Christ-Church. (This is only a glimpse of what God has in store for His people. Glory!!) We wanted to be a good steward over our money. Having a debt💰 free wedding should be a desired goal for everyone getting married.

What is so sweet is that God was by my side the entire time, leading and guiding me to the right venders, He sets in place JUST FOR ME.🤷🏽‍♀️Yes, God will strategically and geographically SET up people to bless and show you much needed favor. Of this I am a witness. Hello💁🏽

 

I told God how much I ‘wanted’ to pay for the cake or could afford to pay lol, and He made sure that I was recommended to a lady who had a heart❤️ after His own heart. Amen. So He placed less than my price on her heart. 🎼 Let those hallelujah’s roll!🙌🏿 She only charged me $60‼️I hear a shout of praise coming. 🎼 Sing with me. I’m blessed, I’m blessed, everyday that I live, I’m blessed. Hello somebody…. Give the Lord a praise of thanks!💃🏿💃🏿I hope you guys see why I love Him so very much. It looks gorgeous, It’s tasted delicious. This is the cake the Lord wanted me to have, ‘My Jamaican Fruit Cake’, yes.🎂

 

The Psalmist David, remind us:

For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly. NO GOOD THING!💃🏿💃🏿💃🏿Hallelujah Amen! Psalms 84:11

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Poverty Stole My Good Hair

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Poverty stole my good hair👧🏽
Mid-day reflection~ mama say

I was most certainly obsessed with long hair no lie. 🤷🏽‍♀️When I was a child, I would pray to find a mermaid to leave my piece of broken comb to comb her hair with… even though most of the comb teeth missing from the shaft of course. Everything was broken in my life. How silly though. But on the other hand I find myself begging God to please make me wake up with long hair. He never did answer me and I’m still mad, just kidding🤗When I was born, my mama said out of all her babies👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽…all seven of them, I had the most hair👧🏽 (I had the best head of hair~hope none of my siblings read this👀). I have no baby picture—I so badly wish i had☹️


Anyways, for years we only had a piece of broken mirror, so I couldn’t see the full contour of my face, (that’s a word I learnt from Mr Jacob when he was trying to woo me lol😜), nor my head all at once…but I could definitely see my big 👃🏽nose, (that👃🏽I inherited from mama of course and…my big 👣 heels). I love my mama💕. Mama said my hair was beautiful but when I looked in the piece of broken mirror we had, all I saw was a ‘pickey, pickey head little girl’…and of course when I look close enough, I would see lice crawling around in it. So grotesque🤢🙈. Ladies edges have to be on fleek today but nothing about my edges was on fleek. I had no edges🤫only had black pepper grains.

My hair was constantly dry, loaded with cakes of dandruff but yet it was suppose to be the best hair. I was very puzzled over this claim. On the other hand if I did have ‘good hair’ like Chris Rock puts it, where did my good hair go?🤔 Well according to mama, poverty stole my good hair. Poverty stole what? The thing is we never had the proper hair ammenities like shampoo and conditioner, we couldn’t afford that. That’s was only for rich folks. So my mother had to use one of the worst smelling soap on the Island~ called ‘dutty gal soap’ dutty gal soap was use to wash our clothes, pots&pans, bathing and for washing our hair. It was our go-to detergent😉 so that’s the poverty soap that stole my good hair… along with other ingredients. We weren’t educated about the fact that petroleum isn’t good either, so we would use that…and when we ran out of petroleum hair grease my mother would used cooking oil-cooking oil😳 mama cooking oil is for cooking🤷🏽‍♀️oh gosh no wonder my hair suffered and almost died…and then if we didn’t have any cooking oil the lotion would have to do the trick. What a travesty😦my mama almost killed my good hair. Mama you couldn’t do better, so I forgive you.😪

So anyways, one day God told me He was sending me my husband and I had no clue what my husband was going to look like and my hair all of a sudden became an issue, don’t ask my why🤔. So the day that I met Jacob I knew He was the one. The next morning I went down in sackcloth and ash. I said, “Lord Jesus, you didn’t tell me you were sending me a white husband fellow, so I’m going to need from you an emergency hair miracle. I need you to grow my hair real fast before the wedding because Jacob is going to need long hair to play in.” (It was all in my head, we didn’t even have our first date yet-I think it was a single girl problem🤷🏽‍♀️). Anyways, I was almost certain I heard silence in heaven and then all of a sudden Jesus and the whole crew started laughing 😇I couldn’t believe my👂🏽.

Then all of heaven realized I was serious cause I kept on praying🙏🏽 and asking God to help a girl out lol. Next thing I know the Holy Ghost spoke to me and tell me exactly what to do to cause my hair to grow. THE HOLY SPIRIT IS OUR HELPER! HELLO💁🏽‍♀️I got up, ran to the store, came back, and did some intensive research. To make a long story short, people of God, the Lord God helped me resurrect my good head of tresses because it was always there. God is so filled wit humor lol. And I’ve always believed you mama👀

Moral of the story, don’t call what’s dormant dead. Don’t call a temporal situation permanent. Don’t call what God didn’t label DEAD, dead! Call out to your dry bones to come alive!! God can resurrect your dead situation today. Call out to Him for HELP and believe!!

And bear in mind, God will not do for you what you can do for yourself, like growing and caring for your own hair. That’s on you.

By the scent of water shall a tree🌳sprout again.
Job 14:9

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The Reason For My Smile

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🕊The truth is, I’m not always happy. And no I don’t have it all together either! Somedays you will find me feeling a bit sad, crying even, but deep down in my gut I still have the feeling of divine joy.
🕊Joy Defined~Joy isn’t like happiness which is based upon happenings or whether things are going well or not. No, joy remains even amidst the suffering. Joy is not happiness. Joy is an emotion that’s acquired by the anticipation, acquisition or even the expectation of something great or wonderful. It could be described as exhilaration, delight, sheer gladness, and can result from a great success or a very beautiful or wonderful experience like an answered prayer, or a new opportunity but the definition of joy that the world holds is not nearly as amazing as biblical joy but joy is also gift.
🕊A Fruit🍒🍌🍅🍍🍇🍓🍊🥝 of the Spirit~
Paul mentions some of the fruits of the Spirit like “love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, and faithfulness” and many others so joy is one of the fruits or the results of having the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. YOU CAN’T FAKE JOY…you either have it or you don’t. Paul writes to the church at Thessalonica that “for you received the word in much affliction, with the joy of the Holy Spirit” (1 Thess 1:6) indicating that joy is associated with God the Holy Spirit and that the “righteousness and peace and joy [is] in the Holy Spirit” (Rom 14:17) and finds it source in God as even “the disciples were filled with joy and with the Holy Spirit” (Acts 13:52 -2:38).
 
So you have to understand why I’m so joyful!
It’s not my joy but it’s the JOY of the LORD.
This Joy I give, not as the world gives.
J-Jesus
O-Only
Y-You
when I was a little girl I didn’t have anything much. We had more rats and roaches than anything else mama could afford. I’m not lucky I am blessed beyond measures! I possess the joy of the Lord. The Lord plans are for me, his plans are for you! He has strategically orchestrated the path of life and He wants to do the same for you.
 
~Psalm 28:7~
“The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving.”
 
I can’t hide is love for me from you…and the really sweet reality is…He’s in love with all of you out there too and offer full joy to you!
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LORD, I REALLY NEED A MAN

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I have learnt over the years that the more I strive to be transparent and honest, as I seek for God, the more relevant He becomes in my life. I was a 25 year old awkward adolescent virgin who giggles and blushes when I think about the facts of life. It’s sad to say, that many Christians are still at this stage or, should I say, still living in the dark age. I also strive to make a difference in the lives of others. I realize that I should focus on my spiritual man, but the total man needs growth emotionally, physically, spiritually, socially, mentally and economically. My emotions, body, and every other aspect is vital. I wholeheartedly believe God wants us to embody well-rounded wholeness.


The truth about myself is, even though I’m spirit lead and I’ve yielded my body and mind to Christ, growing up I realized that I had fully functioning sexual organs. At times we can suppress our sexuality as children of God, but there comes a time when we can’t do anything else but acknowledge the FEEL. You feel the loneliness and you feel the sexual desires simultaneously. For some of you, you feel as though it’ll never be fulfilled. I used to also feel like that.

As I approached my 25th birthday, I felt the strong desire to know what true physical and emotional intimacy feels like, within the context of marriage of course. I was turning 25, and it was two weeks before my terrible red sister came back to visit me. How I dreaded her very sure visits, every month, without my invitation.

 

I lived alone at the time, and I remembered lying on my sofa bed, looking up at the ceiling, and talking with God vehemently about sending me my husband. I’ve spoken to Him about this frequently. Truth be told, beloved, in that moment, I bit my lips when I realized how engrossed I was with these sexual, pleasureful feelings I was encounting. (I knew it was my feelings and not my emotions because I was a virgin at the time).

Seriously ladies, The best thing I could do was cry out to Jesus. So, I cried out aloud and said, “Sweet baby Jesus, mother of God, won’t you please help me, PLEASE HELP ME! Would you please send me a man!”
Lol, you can muse on that if you’ve been there. Didnt I say I talk to God about EVERYTHING!? Please, beloved of God, learn to give God more space in your emotions. In fact, I talked with him about it every time I felt that way. One time I tried to joke with God because we’re friends. I told him I knew I few single brothers I could call to help take care of these feelings. But I wouldn’t dare because I know my body is His temple, (1 Corinthians 6:19
What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? ) I fear Him, I belong to Him because He’s my covering. I seriously think He laughed at my joke though. That’s my truth. Have any of you ever felt like that?

 

I apologize if I cause you to feel uncomfortable and perhaps concerned, but God is not just relevant for spiritual things.  He made us and not we ourselves, (Paslms 100:3). All of his creation is interrelated. All his creatures have mates designed especially for them. Let me remind you, He knows intimately these struggles that we don’t speak about very often.

Ladies, like I’ve stated above, I know my cycle was close but my body tells me something else was happening. My hormones were driving me up the wall, like the wildebeest, the gazelles and zebra running through the Serengeti in Africa. Did I mention how crazy it drove me, how crazy it made me feel, it was crazy! I find myself ever so often asking the Lord to please help me to combat my strong urges. The older I got the more I realized how my desire for sexual intimacy grew. I was a legal virgin, experiencing a crazy sex drive! What in the world was happening to me? Dear Jesus, what am I supposed to do with my sexual urges if I’m still single? Like I mentioned above, many Christians believe that the sex drive is evil, so they attempt to repress or ignore it. I’m not ashamed to say so because the truth is, this is our design, we’re sexual beings. He knows intimately these struggles we suppress.

 

For years I was mortified by these feelings. The enemy even try to use it against me. I find myself making confession for sexual sins when indeed it was just a natural chemical frequency within my body chemistry. God created you and me with these sexual feelings, with the compulsion to seek out and mate with members of the opposite sex, (I still believe that a man should pursue a women) to enjoy the physical pleasure of sex, and to produce offspring within the context of marriage. He’s fully aware of my faculty. Ignorance is no bliss.

I learnt really late in life that nothing was wrong with my desires for sex, simply because it’s a God thing. I grew up uneducated about sex. You can consider me a dark age girl. Ignorance is no bliss. I grew up with a single mom and not much was said about it in our home. As I young Apostolic Christian girl growing in Jamaica, the talk of sex was always hush hush and appeared always sinful. But it’s not when it’s done in the right context. I used to feel bad two weeks before and after my cycle because I was desiring for sexual intimacy from the opposite sex. I am grateful for The Holy Spirit, my teacher, councilor, and guide who corrected my ignorance and let me know assuredly that absolutely nothing was wrong with me. He ministered to my spirit that day and let me know that everything God created was good and sex is one of that good things God created. Before that encounter, I wouldn’t talk about sex, but would purposefully and intentionally shy away from it. I had a hard time talking about sex until the Lord instructed me that it was a beautiful thing He created.

The Holy Spirit guided my me in the matter. I remember praying all the the time and asking God to take away my feelings. Has anyone ever prayed like me? All I wanted to do was to please God because I thought my sexual feelings were displeasing to him simply because I wasn’t married. Once the Holy Spirit ministered truth to me, through reading and study of the word of God, I realized I was foolish in asking God to take away something ‘good’ that He has done for me like creating my feelings.
I’m glad He loved me enough to not give me the
desires of my heart and instead give me His desires.

 

Dear beloved ones, I don’t know what God has planned for your intimacy. When I realized how much God cared about my sexual feelings/urges, I bared it all before Him. I’d like to say to all of my set-apart Kingdom sisters: unmarried, no prospect of marriage or known interest on the horizon. Those of you who are in relationships that should be heading somewhere but the vehicle is moving slower than a turtle or not moving at all, be of good cheer. Talk to God, be as honest as you can, and bare it all. Talk to him about how you feel, rejection, loss, pain, the need for intimacy. Interact with Him based on your relationship with Him.

The truth is that God love us and wants us to be enriched in His word. Sex is beautiful and is a holy gift, but is it not to be worshipped or perverted. It was only designed for the union of two in a Godly marriage.

 

P.S. Seeking God to send you a husband just to fulfill your sexual needs are not what marriage is all about.

I love you so much, I’m always praying for you.

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Your sis, In Christ💕👸🏽

 

My Overcoming Sisters

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I love their lush, rosy cheeks, my beloved sisters. We all share the same smiles and the same mother. What do I love about them…. I love that they love learning, I love that their thirst for knowledge and a better life, changed their entire future.  We all realized how very poor we were. But even while stricken with poverty as it were, poverty didn’t stand a chance to measure or determine our future. It’s quite sad that all our fathers denied us the moment our births were announced. Little girls need their fathers, don’t they? But as Fatherless as we all were, God, our spiritual papa, stood by and covered us. 

Joan, Shelly and Marcia, You came out and from Litchfield and conquered all the obstacle. Many said we wouldn’t amount to anything much, but that’s what they also said abut our Lord Jesus coming out of lowly Nazareth.  ( And Nathanael said unto him, Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth? Philip saith unto him, Come and see) John 1:46. Our mother had tremendous courage to fight for survival in rearing her quiver filled with eight children alone. This fueled our bones with COURAGEOUS FIRE. Her courage and strength left us astonished day by day. One woman was filled with so much love to be willing to bear such a heavy cross alone (She’s the single woman). This reminds me of the Lord Jesus Christ. He was willing to bear the cross for the world because He loved us. (“He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins for righteousness; by whose stripes ye were healed”) 2 Peter 2:24.  All of us went to school barefoot, our lack cannot be numbered, but God was gracious to us. 

Joan, your courage gives me hope. I can never forget when you were the oldest student at your high school, just because you were so determined to change your future and started high when you were in you twenties. Joan, that’s what I called true courage. You graduated from Sam Sharpe Teachers College and Northern Carribbean University with honors and distinctions.

Shelly, you became ill while you were at Mico University College, but that didn’t stop you. You went on to receive your Masters in Special Ed, and you also graduated from Northern Carribbean University  at the top of you class with honor and distinctions.

Marcia, the baby, you followed suit also and earned your Diploma in Teaching from GC Foster Teacher College. You also served as an excellent EMT worker and Nurses Assistant. 

All praises to these awesome teachers who stood against the ODDS of life titled ‘poverty.’  Let me encourage someone to go ahead a give your current situation or circumstances eviction notice. Tell yourself, “I shall arise” and live and declare the destiny the Lord God has prophesied over you. His words declare you shall be the head and not the tail.  You can become anything you put your mind to young people. When you work hard you will achieve. My sisters did it and you can too. Be encourage beloved. 

I love you so much, I’m always praying for you.

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Your sister in Christ.

WOULD YOU STILL MARRY HIM? Part 2

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“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
Blessings beloved, I know some of you have been waiting patiently for part two of the bald head man story. Haha! But would you still marry him if he was bald and missing some teeth? So, here we go.

Years ago, a beautiful young lady came to me and shared that someone at work liked her. I knew everyone and couldn’t quite figure out who she was referring to. In my mind, I had a suspicion of who it was but said “No way” to myself. She wasn’t 100% certain about him and here’s why. Truthfully, he was very handsome and got lots of attention from the girls since he was so nice to look at. However, no one wanted to be with him because he had lost a bunch of teeth due to drugs over the years.

Let me tell you the truth ladies. I liked him and thought he was so handsome as well. He had an infectious smile, but once you saw his teeth you’d be like “Oh gosh, what in the world!” No way! Those teeth didn’t match that smile and cute face. Don’t think I’m harsh ladies because if not all, most of you would be skinning up your faces too. Any ways, that part of his life was over, and he just wanted to move on and live a normal life. So, one day my friend walked up to me and asked me what I really thought of him. And so, I quoted something I learnt from my mama. I said to her, “Darling girl, every pot has it’s matching lid.” I never discouraged her. She took it and ran with it. I was a bit shocked when I saw them walk in the next day. Ladies, all I could think of was his teeth, no lie. I was quite surprised when she shared with me that she and him just came from their dental appointment. Ladies, she took him to get his teeth fixed. I will always respect a woman like her.  She said, “Kacey, nothing is wrong with him. He’s a good man, and he has a good heart. He just wants someone to help him.” This reminds me of why God created us women in the first place.
 Genesis 2:18 
And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an helpmeet for him.  

So, she FIXED HIM UP! The sad part is, he left home at a young age to make a life for himself and lost his way in the process. How many of you would see past his missing teeth? Again, I want to make myself clear; I’m not encouraging any of you to go marry a bum. If they are working, have a purpose, and potential, don’t just look the other way if you observe a flaw in them.

Have a seat now ladies, this is where the story takes a surprising turn.

The following week, she walked in with a bling of a ring on her finger. I was like wow… girl. All It took for you to get a rock was just to have a bit of faith and a desire to fix a brother up.  Within a few month’s time they were M.A.R.R.I.E.D. One year from that they had a sweet baby.

I lost contact with her for approximately ten years, but then we reconnected. Yes, they’ve been happily married all that time, just incase you were wondering. They’re both entrepreneurs; she believes in his dreams of wanting to own his own business. When we reunited, she shared her story with me right away; how they wanted to move away from New York and in the middle of her move, she questioned her husband about the whereabouts of his folks. She did some research and made contacts and came to find out that her husband had inherited two beautiful homes from his grandmother who loved him very much; One home is on the countryside and the other one in the city.  She also left him a large sum of money in the bank! She had left him with an inheritance he knew nothing about.

My goodness. Somebody pinch me! This is what you call unexpected blessings in abundance. Who would have thought this how the story would end? I bawled tears of joy when she told me about his new-found life. She fell in love and married a toothless prodigal, and after she reunite him with his family, they came to find blessings waiting on the other side.

Sometimes we lose our way just like this young man. God still welcomes us home, cleans us up, and loves us nonetheless. Didn’t He welcome the prodigal in Luke 22?
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So, they began to celebrate.”

We should be very careful how we handle our blessings. Just because the blessing is presented and wrapped differently from what we have preconceived or expected, doesn’t mean it isn’t any good! As we all know, we should never judge a book by its cover.

May God richly bless and keep you, and help you to see how He sees. I pray that He will cause you to see beyond the person standing in front of you and catch a vision of the purpose.

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I love you, and I’m always praying for you.

Your sister in Christ.