The road to destiny isn't always smooth...at times you may encounter pot holes & get stuck or take wrong turns & become lost...however when you find Jesus & allow him to take over the wheel & be your GPS, he will show you the way to life and truth...

Friday, June 01, 2018

Supernatural Woman VI: Facing Reality

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Hello! Welcome!

Happy New Month!!!
Wow, it's June already; we are half way through 2018!

I am excited to see what the remainder of the year has to offer; and I hope you are also. The year may have not started out as you intended it to, but the good news is that you're still standing! And it’s not over yet! Keep believing, keep pushing, and keep surging ahead...KEEP FAITH ALIVE!!!

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Today I continue my story about recovery after pregnancy...enjoy!

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I assumed that once I arrived at home, everything would be easy...breezy. After all, I had my parents and siblings around. BOY WAS I MISTAKEN!!!

After arriving at home that evening, my mother gave my daughter the traditional Nigerian bath; plus and minus something’s here and there...according to my preference. She also used a hot towel to rub/press on my body, especially my tummy region...it apparently helps the healing process-aiding the tummy to go down (it didn't work for me though). After all of the above, I was ready to have a good night's rest....hmmm....

I remember the first night alone with my baby. Before I went to bed, my mom asked if she should sleep in the room with me and I declined; I wanted some space, I had enough of people invading my space at the hospital. If I only knew, I would have obliged...my daughter woke up every two hours to eat. It felt like a joke; how was it possible? How did she know what time to wake up? Could she possibly be that hungry?

I was exhausted...I was physically and emotionally drained...It felt like someone was pranking me. I was relieved the next morning when my mom arrived to help take my baby's bath. As I handed over my daughter to my mother, a few tears escaped my eyes. With concern etched all over her face, she asked "Bunmi, kilode? (What’s wrong?)".  I could barely utter a response; I wiped my tears and laid back on my bed. 

I didn't get as much as rest as I hoped to because my mom had a million and one questions about what the baby would wear, what I'd eat, etc. Within a few minutes, I was up again. I got myself together and went on with my day. I took a shower, my mom made me breakfast and I attempted to breast feed my baby to no avail. I also tried the breast pump but didn't have a good milk supply; it was discouraging. I went online and decided to purchase "Mother's Milk" an herbal tea that was said to aid with breast milk production. After it arrived and as I became consistent with pumping about every 2 to 3 hours, my milk supply increased significantly; I had more than enough to feed my baby. I didn't feel as bad anymore about her not latching on to my breasts; bottle feeding her with breast milk was just as good.

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I was given so many instructions by my doctor since I had a C-section. I was told not to use the stairs (however my room was looked on the second floor of my parent's home); I was told not to lift things that were beyond a certain weight; I was told not to bend down much, etc. I was also informed of the possibility of my C-section wound tearing, etc. However I was determined not to be fearful; I did not take the pain medication that was given to me…to be honest, I didn’t have much pain... just a bit of discomfort. I continued with business as usual, of course with some caution but I refused to be limited (it's the stubborn part of me).

During this time, the Holy Spirit began to work on my mind and heart. I was able to get over the feeling of being a failure for having a C-section; I realized that the fact that my baby and I were alive and well was in itself supernatural. I became extremely grateful to God for bringing me from conception to delivery gracefully. I saw motherhood as a great privilege and honor and I wasn't going to allow the devil to distract me from that fact.

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A few days after our homecoming, I had to take my daughter to the hospital to see her pediatrician. After being checked, I was told that she was doing just fine! All glory to God! I also used that opportunity to see my doctor in reference to my blood pressure. I was put on a machine to monitor my blood pressure for some time; thankfully my daughter was asleep throughout the process so I could focus and be relaxed. The results showed that my blood pressure was still fluctuating between being too high and being normal; the doctor stated that it had something to do with pregnancy. She prescribed some medications to regulate my blood pressure and told me that I'll be fine. 

Through it all, I was in faith for total and complete healing. I trusted God to perfect my recovery process; because I knew that he blesses without adding sorrow (Proverbs 10:22).  After taking the medication for a few days, my blood pressure was back to normal; and it has been normal since then...Glory to God!!!

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I was slowly but surely getting used to motherhood; I had no choice, my mother only could take a week off of work. I had a new found respect for all moms; wow! It wasn't as easy as it looked! I still missed my husband so much but I made up my mind to focus on my baby while counting down his arrival at the back of my head.

Eight days after having my baby; the customary naming ceremony (where the baby is blessed and named by a pastor) was held. I was a little sad that my husband wasn't there; I also wasn't feeling too good about myself. My stomach was still huge and I was still very dark. One of my aunts exclaimed, "Look at your stomach! You still look pregnant!" with a look of disgust on her face. I was so hurt, but I made up my mind to shake it off...she is known for having no filter anyway.

On the day of the naming ceremony, everything happened so fast. My sister couldn’t do my makeup as planned so I had to manage to do a little something. We ran late and people starting to call my parents asking where they were. We rushed to the church and met a plethora of people. The original room that the pastor wanted to use was too small for my parent's crowd (yeah...they invited the whole world). I originally wanted a small naming ceremony especially since my husband wasn't around, but my parents weren't having it. At the end of the day, everything went well...that's all that mattered...

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Over the next couple of weeks, I began to adapt to motherhood and I became very overprotective of my baby...I just wanted to be the perfect mom and I wanted her to have the very best.

To be continued...


With lots of love,

- Bunmi Adebiyi


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Thursday, May 17, 2018

Supernatural Woman V: Delivery and Recovery

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Hello Everybody!!!

It's been too long, I know *covers eyes*. To all my faithful readers, I am sure that you are tired of the constant apologies for the intermittent breaks. The last couple of months have been extremely busy for me; and things have yet to slow down. I AM SORRY!

I will try to post more frequently...so help me God!

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So where were we? ....Oh yes...the C-SECTION

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As I was being wheeled into the operation room, feelings of jealousy hit me as I heard the cries of babies in nearby delivery rooms; some of their mom's arrived after I did, yet they delivered before I did and they didn't have need a C-section like I did.

I felt like a failure; maybe my faith wasn't strong enough?!?! Maybe I didn't pray hard enough?!?! …But I prayed and made confessions about a NATURAL birth not a C-SECTION! What went wrong???

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In no time, the doors to the operating room flung opened; I was caught off guard by how cold it was! It felt like I was in a freezer! That was enough to get me to refocus; after all, I was about to have a baby! The doctor with the "tiny fingers" was mute and she wore a stern look on her face. No words of encouragement; no compassion...she was just blank. Thankfully the anesthesiologist was the total opposite, with him and my sister cheering me on, I was okay. The procedure was pretty quick. I had no idea of what was going on down there because my view was block by a piece of cloth. Throughout the process, I was grateful to not feel any pain; because I've heard of some traumatic experiences.

In no time, I heard her first cry as the room was filled shouts of ‘congratulations’.  They showed her to me briefly as they had to run some quick tests and take her to the NICU; because they feared that I had an "infection" and they wanted to place her on antibiotics. As I held her briefly, all the feelings of anger, jealousy and disappointment drifted away. Her eyes was so beautiful, I was captivated by her. I couldn't believe that I was her mother. To top it off, she looked absolutely nothing like me; her complexion was significantly lighter than mine, she had chinky eyes and she had fine textured hair. The look on her face seemed to read "Are you happy now?"  It seemed like she wasn't ready to come out of her comfort zone (my womb) just yet.

They quickly took her from me and proceeded to stitch me up as my sister followed my new baby girl. I suddenly felt extremely sleepy; it was a struggle to keep my eyes open. The anesthesiologist kept patting me gently on my shoulder, he kept telling me not to fall asleep. While this was going on, my mom met her first grandchild in the delivery room; she was so overwhelmed with joy that tears began to fall from her eyes. My daughter smiled at her....I saw the proof in the pictures that my sister took.

ALL GLORY TO GOD!!!

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Recovery for me wasn't fun; it felt like it was never ending. After delivery, I was extremely tired and weak. I slept on and off for the rest of the day; I was too weak to get out of bed. Even when visitors came, I was barely responsive. I was told that I could not eat anything until I had a bowel movement; well that didn't happen during day 1. I was also unable to see my baby because I was too weak to go and see her in the NICU. I wasn't happy about not being able to do skin-to-skin or breast feed her; she was given formula, and that was not a part of the plan.

I was finally able to have a bowel movement the next day. I also made up my mind to get up and walk. Boy oh boy! It was so painful! I couldn't even stand up straight. And I had to walk around with an IV stand, it was so inconvenient, but it also assisted me with walking. It was annoying to see the mothers that gave birth naturally; they walked around freely and their tummies seemed to have disappeared, while i looked like I was 6 months pregnant. I walked straight to the NICU to see my baby. I was crushed to see her around very sick babies; I knew that she was just fine! She looked absolutely beautiful and peaceful; all the nurses were saying how great she was doing and how she was eating very well. I was so happy to hear that. I proceeded to hold her; I stared at her in amazement. At that moment, all was right in the world. She was worth it; the time spent in labor, the pain, the C-section, etc. didn't matter any longer.

I was then encouraged to breast feed her. I initially thought that it would be a walk in the park...however it was more like a walk in an obstacle course. I could not get her to latch on. I tried and tried and it just didn't work. It went on to be a battle even after I was discharged from the hospital; we tried everything from nipple shields, to different techniques until I eventually gave up. My breast pump and I became the best of friends for the next year; we communicated every three hours. After weeks of trying, I was finally able to sustain a milk supply that was good enough to feed her exclusively; she didn't like formula too much...it gave her lots of gas.

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So back to the hospital, after my initial attempt to breastfeed my daughter failed, I just held her and fed her formula instead. It was a beautiful moment; I stared at her in amazement for most of the time. After my visit with her, I proceeded to make my long trip to my room; the pain was intense! I finally made it back and was famished. I requested for a lunch menu only for the nurse to tell me that I had been placed on a liquid diet; because my blood pressure was fluctuating between being too high and being normal. I literally felt like crying and screaming at the top of my lungs. After coming back to myself, I ordered chicken broth and juice (*rolls eyes*).

My blood pressure kept fluctuating and the doctors wanted to monitor me closely plus my daughter was still in the NICU. So my discharge date was up in the air. I kept praying that everything will normalize so that I could get out of the hospital ASAP. I had the most amazing nurse, she would give me extra supplies: diapers, formula, female items, etc. One day she came to check on me and noticed that I didn't look too happy, she asked if I had eaten and I told her that I was still on a liquid diet. She was the one that advocated for me to be put on a regular diet, and the doctor agreed. She was God-sent!

I was admitted into the hospital on a Tuesday morning, technically after a C-section I should be free to go home three days after delivery. The doctor was reluctant to discharge me even after my daughter was discharged from the NICU (Friday). I was ready to GO!!! I didn't enjoy my time at the hospital, the constant checking of my blood pressure and giving of medications made it hard for me to rest. And when my daughter was placed in my room, I caught a glimpse of mother...feeding every 2 hours, frequent diaper changes, etc. I WANTED MY MOMMY!!!

The doctor finally discharged me on Saturday evening; with instructions to monitor my blood pressure regularly and to return to the hospital in a couple of weeks. FREE AT LAST!!!



Or so I thought....




With lots of love,



- Bunmi Adebiyi


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Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Supernatural Woman IV: Delivery Time

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Hello! Thanks for stopping by! Your are welcome!!!

Today I continue my story about my first pregnancy. Be sure to catch up on previous posts about my pregnancy journey if you haven't done so already.


Read! Comment!! Share!!! and Be Blessed!!!!


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Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. My due date was around the corner and I finally accepted that fact that my husband wouldn’t be around for the delivery of our first child. While my parents and siblings were extremely excited about the arrival of the baby, I was dreading it. It was lonely going to the doctor’s appointments on my own; I felt like a single mother. Seeing other couples at the hospital walking hand in hand made me feel sad. I just wanted my husband by my side. I was such a mess, I fought with every member of my family (*covers face*). I felt like my parents were being overbearing; a particular issue from the past caused my sister and I to clash…and it lasted for a long while; I complained about my other sister not giving me enough attention. The only person that escaped my wrath was my brother. I was an emotionally wreck. I definitely did not handle the situation well.

During the last few weeks of my pregnancy, I had the most amazing doctor; he was definitely God sent. He was encouraging; he answered all my questions and showed genuine care and concern. My due date was fast approaching and the baby did not show any interest in coming on time; I guess she was waiting for her daddy also (*smiles). I was told if the baby didn’t come by a certain time after my due date, I’d have to be induced. I heard so many horror stories about induction and I didn’t want any of it.

Lo and behold, the day came and I had to be induced. I had mixed emotions; overall I was glad to finally see the little human that had been taking up residence in my womb for over nine months. I got up very early (around 6 am). I did my normal daily routine, showered, brushed, etc. My hospital bag had been packed for some time, so I grabbed it and was ready to go. I was told that I couldn't eat anything, so I was praying for a short labor and delivery. I already told my father to purchase the first meal that I would eat as a mother; it was Jamaican food- oxtails, rice and peas, cabbage and fried plantain.

When I got to the labor and delivery department, I was welcomed with warm smiles. Everyone was so nice and friendly. I was instantly hooked to a number of monitors and given oxygen. The first method of induction that was used was a pill that was inserted into me; after a few hours, I wasn’t progressing so the doctor inserted another pill. I was barely dilating, so I had to play the waiting game. Thankfully my parents and siblings were around to keep me company. My husband, pastors and in-laws also called from time to time; encouraging me and praying with and for me. I was at peace, trying to take it all in and enjoy the process.

At one point, a nurse came in and asked how I was feeling. I smiled and said that I was good. She responded, “You must not be having contractions yet with all that smiling that you’re doing.”  She proceeded to check the monitors and said, “Wait! You are contracting, don’t you feel that?” I was shocked and responded “No…” She looked at me like I was crazy and looked back at the screen, “You should definitely feel this one, this is a big one and it’s gonna hurt.” When I responded in the negative again, she just shook her head and walked away. I just smiled, I released my faith for a pain free delivery and it was happening! When the nurses asked if I wanted an epidural on several occasions, I denied it. I wanted to have the baby “naturally” plus I felt absolutely no pain, so there was no need.

There were a number of times when the nurse would run into the room because the baby's heart rate would drop. I would had to adjust my position, only for them to find out that she was sleeping for the most time. The nurse would say "Your baby sleeps alot!" However, when I wasn’t progressing, they decided to try another method of induction. They called in the balloon method. By that time, I was tired. I was tired of the constant checking of my cervix without any good news of progress with dilation; I was tired of playing the waiting game. I agreed for them to go ahead with the balloon method. The doctors were running shifts, so a new doctor had to insert the balloon. Only for the rude doctor that I vowed wouldn’t delivery my baby to show up. I was not happy! She proceeded with the procedure and that was the first time that I felt pain, and it hurt so much! I screamed out in distress as tears ran down my cheeks. My sister later told me that I said, “I want my husband!” I defintely did not want that woman around me again.

After that bout of pain, I lay back on my bed and grabbed my “Supernatural Childbirth” book; I started reading the confessions and praying the scriptures from the book. In no time, I was back to normal; no more pain and then I started dilating. When I was told that I was 6 cm dilated, I was happy! Finally, my baby would soon be here!; well, she didn’t come as fast I thought she would. At one point, I was just tired and hungry. I was only permitted to chew ice and take a few sips of water. The nurses came again and asked if I wanted an epidural, they encouraged me to go ahead since my labor was progressing. I asked my mom what she thought and she said that I should get it if I wanted; she did it while in labor with my siblings and me. So, I obliged. I was a bit nervous because I heard that if you moved during the epidural procedure you could be paralyzed. The nurse stated that my heart rate started to increase once the doctor came in and told me to relax. The anesthesiologist was so nice and reassuring; he asked if he could have some medical students in the room and I agreed, I love being of assistance with educating people. In a few minutes it was done.

The first thing that I noticed was numbness, especially in my lower limbs. I could barely feel anything; I wasn’t sure if I liked that. When the evening had come and there was still no baby, I was upset and drained. I was told that I was 8 cm at one point, a couple of hours later another doctor came and said I was 6 cm. One of the nurses told me not to worry because that doctor’s fingers were tiny. I didn’t understand what was going on; I just wanted my baby in my arms. Dinner time came and my dad and siblings decided to devour the Jamaican food that was supposed to be my celebratory meal; I had to plead with them to eat it outside of the room; the aroma of the food was irresistible. The food was calling my name and I unfortunately could not answer. My father and two of my siblings ended up calling it a night and went home. While my mom and one sibling stayed back. I tried to get some sleep but to no avail, the constant checking of my cervix plus being uncomfortable didn’t help.

Around 4:00 am, the doctor with the tiny fingers came back and stated that I needed an emergency C-section. She stated that I had an infection and they were concerned about the baby. She held out the consent form and asked me to sign it. I told her to give me some time to talk to my husband and she was annoyed; she walked out angrily. I spoke to my dad and he said “Just let them do what they want to do and get it over with.” My husband was reluctant but told me to go ahead. The last thing that I wanted was a C-section, I was disappointed. I eventually signed the papers, asked my sister to accompany me and waved goodbye to mom as tears escaped my eyes.

To be continued...




With lots of love,



- Bunmi Adebiyi


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Monday, February 12, 2018

Supernatural Woman III: Pregnant and Stressed

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Hello! Thanks for stopping by today!

In this new post, I will continue the pregnancy story of my first born.

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Even though it was temporary, living in my parent's house as a pregnant married woman felt odd. It would have been fine if it was just for a short visit, but I had to be there for a few months. To top it off, my husband wasn't there. With each passing day, I missed my husband more and more. It was great being with my family but it wasn't the same. And it was obvious; my dad would jokingly tease me saying that I apparently couldn't live without my husband.

Another thing that got to me was that I stayed home most of the time. I was used to being very active, running my own show-being the queen of my own castle. Even though doing ministry could be quite demanding; I also missed my church family, I missed ministering, I missed the prayer meetings, vigils, etc. The only time that I left the house was for my prenatal doctors' visits; there were a few rare occasions where I went to the store or mall, etc. To make matters worse, it was so cold! After living in Nigeria for a little over two years, I was not feeling the cold weather AT ALL!!!

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As mentioned in my previous post, a few days before leaving Nigeria, I started bleeding. The bleeding continued after I arrived in the U.S. but I held on to my faith. I didn't tell anyone what was going on because I didn't want them to panic and instill their fear into me. Shortly after I settled in, the bleeding stopped completely; I was relieved. I also went to the doctor within that same week and I was told that all was well with me and my baby.

About one week after my first doctor’s appointment, I had my first ultrasound in the U.S., it was so surreal. The image that I saw on the screen actually looked like a baby now. Prior to then, I could barely make out anything; but now I saw limbs, etc. It was so beautiful! However, It hurt that my husband was not there to share this and many other precious moments with me. This ultrasound also confirmed the sex of my baby; it was a girl! I was originally told that it was a girl in Nigeria but I secretly hoped that they were wrong. I always envisioned that my first child would be a boy.  So, they were right after all… it was a girl, I remember sitting at the bus stop stunned; I already had a male name picked out and I addressed my baby by that name daily.

I called my husband and he told me to relax and laughed it off. When I informed my parents and siblings, they all laughed also. I was the only one that didn't find it funny. I eventually got over my initial shock and began to mentally prepare for my baby girl. By the time I started shopping for baby items, I was beyond excited at all the pretty girly things. I finally accepted that I was having a baby girl...it's not like I had a choice anyway. 

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I arrived in the United States in August, my husband and I were praying that he would be here by the following month since my due date was at the end of October. My birthday was also in September, I was looking forward to spending it with him; since it would be our last birthday celebration alone. Well that never happened, and as each day passed by without knowing when he'd arrive, I got more and more stressed. We were waiting for him to get his VISA and we initially applied over a year ago. It was so frustrating, with each call and check online for a status update, I got annoyed. I wasn't supposed to be going through this journey alone! 

One day my father told me to relax, he said "The reason why he is still in Nigeria is because God wants him there; he can't just leave the church like that. There is something that he needs to take care of before leaving. Let him at least spend Christmas with them." In my head, I thought "yea whatever" (lol..I blame the pregnancy hormones for my rude behavior) Shortly after that statement, I knew that my father was right. Something’s happened at church that my husband had to resolve. A few weeks after the issue was resolved, we got a status update. My petition for his VISA had been approved!!!

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However, the stress from the whole process started to take a toll on me. I went in for a routine doctor's visit and discovered that my blood pressure was high coupled with my feet being very swollen. Which was a huge concern for the doctor, she was concerned about preeclampsia. She told me that I had to be admitted to the hospital right away so that they could monitor me. When she left the room, the nurse came in and told me that my blood pressure wasn't too high and that I could decline the doctor's order.

I decided to do that and the doctor was livid. I told her that I have spoken to my husband and we’ve decided that I should just go home and rest. She started saying how bad of a decision that was, she said I or my baby could suffer from organ damage she went on and on until she said that myself and I could possibly die. "What's the point? You're already 38 weeks, having the baby now would be just fine."  When I didn't bulge, she got harsher and harsher but I couldn't be moved. I had peace with my decision and my faith in God was solid.

I told her that I would be monitoring my blood pressure at home and asked what would be considered normal for me at this point. She proceeded to say that she would not tell me anything, because I had made my decision and that I should live with it. I responded with a smile and a "thank you".  I signed the paperwork that stated that I was rejecting service and going against medical advice. That day, I made up my mind to prove her wrong and to ensure that she wouldn't be the one to deliver my baby.

To be continued...



With lots of love,



- Bunmi


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Thursday, January 25, 2018

Being Thankful



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Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ Ephesians 5:20 (KJV)

I woke up today and after reading my daily devotional, I got up and proceeded to the bathroom to do my normal morning routine. Shortly after getting to the bathroom, I realized that I wasn't feeling so good. I decided to go back to bed for a little bit. After a few minutes, I wasn't feeling any better. Apparently, my work out from the night before plus my new healthy eating habit coupled with the fact that I'm nursing was a bit too much for my body to handle. I felt dizzy every time I tried to get up, so I just laid there. My own strength failed me, so I had to tap into a higher power.

I began to pray and declare God's Word over my body; I would say "the Holy Spirit dwells in me therefore my body is quicken"; "I am strengthened with might by the Spirit of God in my inner man". At some point, praying was getting difficult; so I asked my husband who was also praying over me (thank God for my priest) to pass me my phone. I began to play recorded messages of my pastors sharing the Word of God. Afterwards I prayed a bit more than I decided to switch to worship; I went on YouTube and started to play songs from one of my favorite worshippers. Wow! In no time, I had strength to pray and I started praying in tongues until my body began to shake. Of course, fear tried to creep in but I refused to let it!


There was an automatic shift when I began to praise God; it helped me to take the attention off of what I was feeling and focus on how good God is. Wow! Wow!! Wow!!! Within a few minutes, I was up and about like nothing happened. And I couldn't help but praise God some more. I thanked him for health, imagine someone confined to a hospital bed; prayer may be the last thing on their mind. I thanked God for the privilege of prayer; I thanked God for the ability to move my legs, hands, etc. 

There are so many good things that we overlook because we are too busy focusing on what we don't have. If you can complain, then you surely have more than enough reasons to give thanks. If you're tempted to complain about a utility bill, that means you have a roof over your head to be thankful for. If you complain about your child making a mess in your home, it means that you have a child and a home to be thankful for. If you could complain about your boss that means that you have a job to thank God for; the list is endless.

I want to challenge today, instead of complaining about that thing choose to give thanks. Refuse to focus on the issue and look to God, he is the solution. If you take some time to recollect what you’ve been through in the past, you’ll realize that problems, challenges, issues, etc. never last forever. Be encouraged!


With lots of love,

- Bunmi

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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

An Ode to My One and Only First Love


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To the ONE that captivated my heart
To the ONE that captured my soul
To the ONE that catered to every fiber of my being

I LOVE YOU

Your LOVE is intoxicating
Your LOVE is overwhelming
Your LOVE is irresistible

I LOVE YOU

I cannot and NEVER will forget when we first met
It was LOVE at first sight
It was REAL love

I LOVE YOU

I remember FALLING asleep in your arms at night
I remember your KISSES wiping my tears away
I remember you being my LIGHT in darkness

I LOVE YOU

Memories of our intimate moments fill my MIND
Memories of you catching me after each fall fill my HEART
Memories of your presence at all times fill my MOMENTS

I LOVE YOU

I cannot and never will stop LOVING you
I cannot and never will stop THINKING about you
I cannot and never will stop YEARNING for you

I LOVE YOU

How can my first love be my GOD?
How can my first love be my KING?
How can my first love be my FATHER?

I LOVE YOU

You are my EVERYTHING
My everything is YOU
NOTHING else will do

I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!!

Thank you for never LEAVING me
Thank you for LOVING me unconditionally
Thank you for always LIFTING me in your arms

OH HOW, I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU FOR FIRST LOVING ME!!!

Now and forever you will always remain my first and only LOVE
Now and forever you will be the owner of my HEART
Now and forever you will be the center of my UNIVERSE


TO MY FIRST AND FOREVER LOVE, I LOVE YOU FOREVER!

*****

John 15:13 No one shows greater love than when he lays down his life for his friends. (ISV)

I am madly in love with Jesus like never before. If you spent a large part of your life searching for love in all the wrong places, through all the wrong means and in all the wrong people, until you found out that it is only Jesus that could fill that void; you'd understand what I mean. I remember times in my life when I was literally down and out; I had nothing going for me. I failed out of physical therapy school, my longtime relationship crashed, I had no job, the people that I called friends disappeared, I barely had enough money to eat and pay my bills; but GOD! 

He was always there, cheering me on and comforting me. He reminded me of his love for me constantly. Even when I tried to fight it, he didn't let me go. Even when I tried to ignore him, he drew me closer. It was when I finally let my guards down and allowed him to be him and love me that I found a reason to keep living. It was in my time of surrender, that I discovered him and in turn discovered me. It was in this time that I discovered my purpose and it all made sense; there were some things that I had to grow through in order to fulfill destiny. There were also some things that I didn't have to subject myself to; but the good news is that he caused all things to work out for my good.

JESUS IS MY FIRST LOVE!

*If you have no idea what I am referring to, you're missing out! Jesus is knocking on the door of your heart; all you have to do is let him in [Click here].

If you have experience his love, why don't you just take some time to thank him for his love today!


Thanks for reading! God bless you!


With lots of love,


- Bunmi

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