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 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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