Mary’s Story: Script Flip
If you’ve ever been pregnant, or if you ever read that pamphlet your doctor gave you on that awkward day in front of your parents, you’d know that pregnancy is pretty much contingent on the Law of Cause and Effect. There’s just no other way. If perchance you are with child, then only you, God and Billy know what you have been up to. There was one woman who did not obey this law, however, her name was Mary...
If you’ve ever been pregnant, or if you ever read that pamphlet your doctor gave you on that awkward day in front of your parents, you’d know that pregnancy is pretty much contingent on the Law of Cause and Effect. There’s just no other way. If perchance you are with child, then only you, God and Billy know what you have been up to.
There was one woman who did not obey this law, however, her name was Mary. She was not about this law at all. She defied probably every obstetrics/gynecology principle ever known to medicine. Many have tried to claim this same scientific defiance as the reason for their own mysterious pregnancies but ahem, c’mon…there’s always a Billy in there somewhere.
Mary was a virgin, promised in marriage to a carpenter called Joe. There was no cause in that relationship, but she got a fine load of effect. She is visited by an angel who tells her she will have a son as a virgin.
Fast forward to present-day, everyone loves Mary; she was pure and chosen. She is always portrayed as this obedient, dove-like, scarfed woman with a modest look on her face in bible stories.
No one ever stops and asks,“Did Mary have set life-plans and goals when Angel Gabriel showed up?”
Newsflash, she actually had plans. She really did. She wasn't just lying around waiting for her uterus to house“the One” who Isaiah prophesied about. She had plans! Plans to marry Joe. Wedding plans; the dress; vendor drama: Titus, the photographer, Marina, the cake sculptor; would she carry a bouquet of orchids or lilies? She had plans to build a home. Five-bedrooms or four? Minimalist or strewn with rustic mediterranean sculptures?! She had plans to have kids. Twin girls, then twin boys? Maybe triplets? She probably knew their names in her head. She probably had career goals too. Start-up or 9 to 5?
Then comes Gabriel with a message from God—a plan from God. A very, very unusual plan. The ultimate flip-the-script-of-my-life plan! A meek and obedient virgin she was, but you must be kidding if you think she didn’t mull this new plan over in her mind. Her mind could very well have exploded with this ludicrous plan, thoughts colliding in her head...
“This plan may cause Joe to dump you like a hot potato,”
"Start up suspended for now."
"Do they sell maternity wedding dresses in Nazareth? *Gasp!* Will there even be a wedding?!"
“Your star-virgin reputation will surely be drenched in gutter goo now.”
“Amara and Dorcas will never believe”,
“Oh, yeah. Your first kid with Joe, who you dreamt about meeting all your life isn't going to be your first kid after all"
"Mae, you had carefully selected the name Michael-John-Scott-Afolarin as your baby’s first four names but that won't fly. His name is to be called Jesus.”
On a grander scale, another thought must have loomed, in the shadow of which the other thoughts would have paled:
"This is a suicide mission."
According to Jewish law, a woman who is pledged to a man, and then steps out on him, visits some Billy’s tent and gets pregnant will surely be stoned. Joe had every right to have her stoned.
She must have thought about these things. The Bible doesn't describe the internal struggle, still, I bet it was there. But she did it anyway. She humbly accepted God's will and suspended hers- a remarkable show of faith in the unseen.
She laid aside her plans to be used by God. Interestingly, she wasn’t only a portal through which the savior was born, but she followed through on Jesus. She raised him(she could have abandoned him under a bridge and gotten on with life), but she was there throughout his life, even at calvary, she was there at the cross. She didn’t abandon this divine project. She laid aside her life and plans to be used for the project of salvation.
I don’t know about you but I’ve had plans and preferences since I was 2 years old. 18 months, actually.
However, God has a plan too; he’s had it for ages—before the foundations of the earth were created, he's had a plan. He offers it to me all the time but I stare at my own highlighted, segmented, neat blueprints, and many, many times I say through my actions, “God, your blueprints make no sense to me. They aren’t even blue! I can’t. Sorry. Shoo, Gabriel!”
I have fixed my ways.
His plan is always unique…and a little weird. That's what makes it so intriguing and perfect. Don't try and understand it. If Mary and Joseph tried to understand, they’d have gone crazy. Trust in God’s plan; if it isn't weird, something is off. If it isn’t crazy; if it doesn’t defy the Law of Cause and Effect; if it doesn’t require faith; if it doesn’t make people mock and despise you, then bleh, clearly then it’s your plan. Ditch that, take on God’s plan. Trust in the unseen! You won't regret it.
How are your life plans coming along? Have you considered God's plans too?
The Queen of Sheba | In Pursuit of Wisdom and The Ladies' Man
In my books, the top 3 fashionistas of the Bible, would have to be The Queen of Sheba, Queen Vashti and maybe, the virtuous woman, maybe. The Queen of Sheba (QoSheba) has my vote as number one.
In my children's bible, she rode into Jerusalem on this magnificent elephant draped with Persian rugs; jewelry dangled from the elepahant's large ears and a huge jewel sat between its eyes. She, of course, was fabulously beautiful. She sat in a shaded carriage on the back of the elephant, her shady, ebony skin peeked from underneath a long, gold, silk dress, her neck was wrapped in a gold neck piece that sat just above her clavicles. Hair was endless, nails coated, lashes for days. Wrist, arm and ankles clasped in gold cuffs, huge hazel eyes peered from behind the gold frills of a sheer veil. The Bible's number one stunner—or so she thought, until she met Solomon.
I've been a little obsessed with the Queen of Sheba in the last few weeks. I love her story because it is unique and because I'm very much in her shoes right now (I'll get to that later). She's my Bible crush these days because she did a remarkable thing and because of that got her name into the most read book on the planet.
But first, my personal thoughts about her, I think the Queen of Sheba was a hater— beautiful and stylish—but a hater, nonetheless.
It's recorded that she traveled a great distance to test Solomon with hard questions. She wasn't going as a fan, she wasn't going to hang out with the coolest king on the planet, she wasn't going for a snapchat-story or so she could tweet about it. It seems this queen was coming to Solomon to debunk this larger-than-life reputation of his. Uhh..feisty.
Note, she was traveling on an animal, which is no Bugatti. Travel time must have been months or even years. She was coming to see who this Solomon-guy was. Wisest man her foot.
I imagine her rolling her eyes when her courtiers talked about Solomon and how awesome he was and the splendor of his palace, his city, his servants, his clothes, his God— his God had given him so much peace, even the most violent kings loved him. His food, his chefs, his gardens. Oh...and when he spoke...all the court maidens swooned and the girls couldn't keep their hands to themselves.
"I heard he is the wisest person that ever walked the earth!" Her court gossip-blogger would have said with twinkling eyes,"I also heard...he's dating 700 women...all at the same time! And his 300 wives know!" This was probably the moment the Queen of Sheba said, "You know what, I can't...I'm going to meet this guy you're all talking about, 1000 women! Yeah, right! And they all know?! Unbelievable."
She got to work with her "philosophers" and "wise men", did some research and came up with some difficult questions for Solomon, which must have taken time and considerable effort.
Her plan: She'd ride into his city, find at least 1 fault, stun him with her questions and leave. So girlfriend got on a horse, donkey, elephant, something, and began her journey.
Her entourage was unmatched. She traveled in style. She was there to impress, her defenses were probably up, so she didn't become Girl #1001. When she got there, it turned out all she had heard was a lie and that his kingdom was even more awesome than described! Even his servants looked great! Everything was functional, hinged on the wisdom God had given Solomon for administration and governance and she was so impressed that she praised HIS God. She couldn't help it!
Even though she may have started out planning to test this wisdom, she later opened up to Solomon. She chose to be vulnerable and asked him some personal questions that she needed answers to. He answered those as well! I think at that point she became even more beautiful to me.
QoSheba made it into the Bible because she sought out wisdom. She could have stayed back in good ol' Sheba, gotten a manicure and chewed on red grapes and we would never have heard about her . I love that she saw the value of wisdom, and put in quite the effort to uncover it.
Whether or not she was a hater initially, it doesn't change the fact that she traveled thousands of miles to see Solomon, to hear this man who everyone talked about and to witness the awesomeness of his God. She stopped being a hater (hating is so pre-historic-era anyway) and honored God by giving him praise for Solomon's success. It take a whole lot of character to thank God for another's success. I just love this girl.
This journey was life-changing for her. It must have changed the way she thought, the way she governed, even the way she would choose her King (if she didn't have one already). She left Jerusalem with so much stuff, treasure, gold, I-love-Jerusalem T-shirts, precious stones. It's recorded that Solomon gave her everything she asked for. That's the thing about wisdom, if you seek it and treasure it, it will give you riches, that's in Proverbs 3: 13-16. I'm not making this up! An encounter with God's wisdom changes everything!
This season, I have so many questions I'd like answers to—just like QoSheba— hard questions; I have to make decisions that require the application of wisdom. Do you have some too? Some funky dilemma getting you down? You need to choose between Richard or Debo; or both Joyce and Temi were your Valentine's, you just couldn't decide; or you need to choose between two job offers, or three schools or you just need direction in a situation. Instead of traveling to see some wise man these days, all we need to do is ask for wisdom for ourselves, so we can make better decisions. We need to see the value of wisdom like the Queen of Sheba did, then ask for it.
Just ask him for wisdom. He knows the outcome of every choice. Still your troubled mind and ask.
If you ask, you will receive.
What are your thoughts? Wasn't the Queen of Sheba everything?! By the way the BBC thinks the Queen of Sheba may have been Nigerian! Read here!
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Cover Art by the wonderful Nigerian artist, Ruthie Akuchie! This Queen of Sheba piece was one of the 29 art pieces painted in 28 days to honor black, female leaders Ruthie's inspired by, honoring the Black History Month. Read her feature here!
Harry's Potter
A warm candlelight casts unruly shadows across the wall, as he works tirelessly into the night.
We sit in no particular order on the bare, stone floor of the room. The weaker ones rest along the walls, their shadows misplaced. We have been here for a while now, some longer than others.
I rub my eyes, trying to stay awake; it might be my turn soon. Ire is sitting next to me, too fidgety and too active for a person with her condition. She nudges me sharply, "Psst. Look at her."
I throw a lazy glance at the front door, to which she’s pointing; the one we all came in through. A girl steps in uncertainly - frightened and self-conscious and rightfully so; her skin is pale and cracks run haphazardly along her dehydrated skin. Her face is dirty with streaks of dried tears.
As she gets closer, I flinch a little at a jagged line that runs over the right side of her grey, scaly lips, it cuts deep like a trench.
"She looks like she fell on her face," Ire chuckled.
Everyone is staring at her now. Some edge closer to the walls, leaving her exposed to our scrutiny.
"Yuck!" Ire whispers loud enough for her to hear.
The girl moves along, to the work bench, through the path created by the others. Her eyes fixed on the floor, she drags her feet until she’s standing right beside him at the bench.
The potter stops and looks at her. He picks her up and stares for a while. He carefully runs his thumb along the frightening crack, then flips her over on her head, inspecting, his fingers smoothing and his nails scraping.
"He's going to throw her out, for sure. What a waste!” Ire hisses.
"Why is he paying so much attention to her?" She grumbles, "I got here about fifteen years ago, if anyone needs the potter's attention, it's me!" She pouts, as she self-consciously fingers the place where her other handle used to be.
Suddenly, she nudges me hard, her sadness evaporating,"Psst! Harry, look at that guy, his pouring spout is broken", She giggles, pointing at a dark clay pot, who was lying on his side, motionless, save for his steady breathing, "Where is the broken-off bit? What a klutz! Reckless klutz."
My gaze resettles on the potter's hands around the new girl. He carefully turns her over again and dusts her with a light brush. As he does, before my eyes—the unsightly cracks on her skin begin to connect with other patterns that lay beneath the accumulated grime. The more he dusts, the more he reveals the most beautiful, intricate patterns etched into her red clay skin. His face remains still but his eyes gleam and dance. He can remember when he created her, when he drew those patterns. For a split second, I see a smile, a quick show of white between his lips. The potter takes his time with her. I watch him for hours and when he sets her down, I can't believe my eyes. Her patterns are breathtaking, her warm earth tone, even more florid in the candlelight.
"Psst, Harry. Look at this one", Ire stands awkwardly, her lone jug arm sitting akimbo as it always does. I ignore her. She wanders away into the rows of broken vessels, poking the ones who catch her attention and asking them why they look the way they do. What did they do wrong? She seems completely oblivious to her missing arm and cracked back.
I inch closer to the potter, something rattling with every move I make. He looks at me and I stop short. It's a peculiar look. I know what he sees, he sees a perfectly made blue porcelain jug with little hand-painted white and yellow petals around my neck, both handles present, spout intact, no scratches. There was no apparent damage on me, not like the others with the tarnishes and cracks, not glaring like the red clay pot.
As he reaches for me, I feel his warmth. His fingers close around my trunk and he lifts me to his working table. He inspects me but finds nothing. Then he looks inside and there they are; the cracks, the chips, the stagnant fluid that has sat for years and has stained my base, a light rancid smell emitting from within.
Then he begins. He cleans and scraps and works, not taking a break. With every chisel and chip, I feel myself becoming the person he intends me to be. Clean. Strong. Radiant. A little strange but beautiful, an advertisement for the Potter himself.
The chiseling aches and the scraping hurts but I know when he is through, I will be wonderfully new.
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Draw closer to the potter's bench. He made you, he will fix you, he knows what he's doing, he knows where it hurts, even when you don't.
Also, the church is made for everyone, please come in. No, you don't even have to knock!
Meet Jesus, here.
What To Do With All That Cray-Cray!
Sometimes God tells us a little something about our future, about his plans for us, about the tasks he needs us to accomplish. I have learnt not try to explain these things to anyone. It will make zero sense to them. If you've ever tried, you'll find yourself trying to convince these people that...you...aren't...a...little...mad.
You know how God's plans are a little shocking? Well, let me be the first to say he has shocking plans for you, just like he had for all the cool patriarchs. They all sounded and looked a little crazy because they chose to follow God's instructions. They also didn't bother to explain anything to anyone.
For example, if Noah tried to explain what God told him to his neighbors, it'll sound a little like this:
"Duh. Look at the clouds. *pointing at a clear, cloudless, blue sky*"It's going to rain cats, dogs and their mothers, baby. Hehe" *continues hammering the 450 feet boat in a desert*
*side eye*
If Jesus was going to explain what he came to do:
"I will be killed, well, not really, as in, not killed...killed like forever. Maybe for like a few days, I won't be dead for too long, tops, the weekend and then we can get around to the fish barbecue party Peter suggested the other day. Who's bringing the coal?"
*two side eyes*
If Abraham had to explain the Isaac-fiasco, it'll sound like this:
"Eliezer, look, I'm going to kill my kid. Sharpen the knife. No, not that one. The one with the brown hilt, firmer grip. Shh, Eliezer. Don't panic. It will all work out. See you later and make the goat stew I like, with some spicy herbs on the side, the ones with the tangy taste. Ciao!"
*wide eye- side eye*
If Moses had to explain:
"Things could get ugly, I know, but look, I'm walking...just me...into the world's most powerful presidential villa and I will demand the release of their slaves and then *whistles*, we are out of there! Yes, I know I stutter *rolls his eyes* Of course, I won't be arrested, you worry too much. Yes, I know they throw prisoners to the crocodiles!"
Stop trying to explain your life to people. Stop. They will NOT understand. Heck, even you don't understand God's perfect plan for your life. All you know is that his plans are good, not evil, filled with purpose and have been set even before the earth existed.
You'd notice that walking with God involves a lot of raised-brow-side-eye situations. Everyone will think you are super-cray but you are in good company *clinking glasses with Mary, Noah, Joseph, Abraham, Isaiah, J-bae*! So what to do with all that cray, keep it to yourself.
Hey, what are your thoughts? Do you get frustrated when people don't understand your word from God? Do they give you side-eyes? Or are you a keep-it-to-myself kinda person?
Please remember to share!
Why You Shouldn't Throw Eggs At Prostitutes
Sometimes, I sit on my sofa, put up my feet and seriously wonder about God. He is nothing like us. He doesn't think like us, he doesn't work like us and he doesn't speak like us.
He's so unpredictable with his plans and unapologetically so. For example, He sent Jesus into the most unlikely family on earth, the last family you'd expect to have our Saviour born into. Jesus' great great gramps and grams had some very scandalous situations in their lives. He had super-great gramps Judah, who played a little more than footsie with a girl who he thought was a prostitute. She turned out to be his daughter-in-law. Cringe! *Secret of the Sand script-flip* Of course, the one-night-stand produced a baby called Perez!
Jesus also had Rahab (aka Sugar-Rae), the prostitute with the sultry pout, the endless hair and legs for miles. Something tells me she was pretty good at her job, she'd wink and hand you a business card and mouth, "You can call me Sugar-Rae." Her house was on the wall of the city, so she probably had a welcome package with non-transferable coupons for new tourists (She was a great business woman).
Jesus had super-gramps Solomon, who was born by a woman, whose husband, David had murdered intentionally to get with her *side eye*.
When I think about these stories, I interlace my fingers behind my head and smile. I like that He doesn't think like me. I adore Him for it. He will use anyone to get his business done. You'd think God would pick a "flawless generation" but nope, it pleased him to use that one crazy family, even though they had DRA-MAH!
Let's not turn up our noses up at anyone or any family. We are all beautifully crafted for use, yes, even the Rae-Rae's!
Hey, what are your thoughts? I'd love to know!
YOLO Twice! (The Bucket Lists)
The general idea that we are entitled to one opportunity to life is a valid one. We only get one chance of approximately 110+ years (if we are good and avoid conflict, make the right lifestyle decisions and live in a nice country house somewhere along the Mediterranean feeding on fish, fruit and olive oil) to milk life's opportunities for all they are worth.
One life to live to chase our dreams; see the Northern lights; ride a sluggish camel beneath the Middle Eastern sun; laugh with a stranger as you buy a brochette on the streets of Marrakech; paraglide from the top of Mount Salève; snorkel in clear unknown acquamarine waters; drink from a cactus in the Galápagos island; touch the ashy, leathery hide of a 8 ton elephant; take selfies with a colourful priest in Kathmandu; eat crunchy locust as tribute to Pumba and Timon; find an actual Nemo in Great Barrier Reef; crack those lovely castanhas on the streets of Lisbon; sky dive; fall in love; buy a ferret; write a book; write another book- an auto-biography naturally; all these and much more in 110 plus or minus 10 years.
It's ambitious, i know, that we only get one shot to accomplish all these things, if at all you care to. I, honestly, am only interested in the food-related ones except the locust.
I don't know about you but I really wonder if i am going to make the most of this "You Only Live Once" thing. Would I be tagged as an under-achiever because i don't tick all these boxes?! Who cares? If i don't, it's completely ok, it turns out that We, actually, Only Live Once, Twice!
Yup, you have a second chance, pay Drake no mind!
We live here on earth and do all the aforementioned (or not) and then we live again! This time we are given an eternity to do what we want; to cloud-surf with Gabriel and Michael, to be reconciled with old friends that left us ages ago, to sing and love endlessly on God and to play contact sport with Grandpa Abraham, to fly around town with your earthly spouse and splash around in choc fountains with friends, to sing to God new songs and to live in a city, which no longer has the sun as its light but the creator as its only source of illumination and the son as its lamp.
I know i joke around a lot on PGI but it's necessary to have it said out loud: Life is fun. It's full of color, opportunities and all the excitement that would probably outlive most of us, but there is another life after, its centered around God and his Son, Jesus Christ. He wants everyone to be part of it. If you don't know him yet, you can, just click here!
The itinerary for that life will be like 50 shades of lit. I'm not even kidding. L.I.T. Make the most of the life you live in though, see the world, build relationships, eat weird (healthy) stuff, dance and play, it's all a foggy rehearsal of the life to come!
Please share. You never know who you might help. What are your imaginations about heaven? I'm into food-related adventure, as you can tell. If the Angels eat manna, do we get to have a menu too? Num.
Fiction-faith in the red-haired woman
Warning: If you haven't watched any season of Game of Thrones and you hope to, note that the contents of this post may contain notable spoilers. Proceed to the last paragraph.
I'm a GOT fan. I make sure I harass my friends on social media with not-so-subtle declarations of this often enough, until their thumbs hover dangerously over the "unfriend" button but still they put up with me. Love you guys! Haha!
For anyone who is not following GOT closely and doesn’t care about spoilers. Here are some quick facts needed to understand this post:
1) Jon Snow is a brave, noble man who we all love; yes, even the male viewers love him
2) Jon Snow got stabbed in the back(metaphorically) and also in the chest (literarily) with the swords of several of his men (He was the Lord Commander of the Night's watch, a group of trained fighters who guard the realm from a mean, zombie army)
3) Jon Snow was pronounced dead last season. Very dead.
4) We love Jon Snow
5) The creators will lose all their watchers if Jon remains dead (or gets cremated)
6) I mean ALL. We forgave them for killing many, many cool characters off (Khal Drogo, Ned Stark, Daddy Lannister, the White walkers' General, Rob Stark, Mum Stark, Direwolf Grey Wind Stark) but not Jon
Now, on the show, is a red-haired sorceress called Melisandre, who led Stanis Baratheon (a prince who staged a coup) in winning many wars and kept feeding him with hope and promises based on visions she claimed to receive from some mystical being she believed in.
I have believed that this fictional character, Melisandre, was able to raise our beloved Jon Snow for over a year, since the last season. Over 365 days. The belief has sat for so long that it has coagulated into something very, very potent. In fact, whenever people came around and wailed,"Boohoo, Jon is dead." I responded rapidly and assertively,"Melisandre WILL raise him." The only reason I believed she wouldn't raise him was if she chose not to.
Here's the catch, I've never actually seen Melisandre raise a person up from the dead but I still believe she can. She has done some pretty neat tricks with her powers. You don’t even want to know. Lol.
You see that I take my fiction a little too serious. This was why I always thought I was a member of the X-men and the 4th member of the Power puff girls.
In reality though, I have a few Jon Snow situations in my life, maybe not so dire but still in need of a miracle. There's only one person that can help me and i know. God. Even though i've never actually seen him do these particular things, i'm certain, without an iota of doubt that he can. I've seen him do very, very neat tricks incessantly in my life and in the lives of others. Already, creating a universe so diverse and yet so wholesome is a pretty neat trick! He is a creative problem solver and let's just say we all have a few problems scattered here and there. God is eager to help us through the diciest situations, he just needs our belief in his ability to sit until it coagulates into something dangerously potent!
When people ask about our "Jon Snows", we must reply assertively, "God has some neat tricks up his gold-hemmed sleeves! I'm very confident he will do it."
How often do you remind yourself that God has your back? Are you a GOT fan? Did you watch the last episode? Who is your favorite character?
The Existence of Holy Twerks and God's Soprano voice
I've always imagined God as the huge, shiny, shiny, glimmering, iridescent being, who sits on a massive throne, surrounded by cherubs and the 24 elders; angels flapping around Him like moths to a flame, a sea of glass in front of His throne, everyone singing in perfect tones and in complete awe of Him, praising, hollering in delight. I'm probably semi-right, according to the book of Revelation. Semi-right, because no imagination, narrative or words can actually truly describe what's going on up there*insert dramatic gaze at skies*.
I often wondered though, what God does during this time- when everyone is singing and jumping around and screaming about how great He is. Does He just sit on his throne and stare at everyone and nod in approval with stately composure and a side smile? What does He do when we (His peeps on earth) sing to Him? Does He catch the praise in His fist, examine them and separate them into "acceptable" and "unacceptable" baskets? Does He laugh and roll His eyes when I call Him pet-names? (Which I do. Smh. You should hear them)
When we sing to God or come to Him, we are automatically in this space where we are praising along with the angels, the elders, souls of saints (a.k.a souls of righteous guys made perfect) and it's all a merry, exhilarating wing-flapping experience, crowned elders tossing their crowns, creative expressions of love including dabbing, splits, holy twerks and shoki's- definitely merry.
I think-I'm not certain-but I think I may have found what he does when we sing to him.
I think when we come into His throne room with a love song or a worship song, His heart skips a beat, His pupils dilate, His fingers grip His arm rest and His breath is caught in His chest because the one He's in love with, just stepped into his presence. With every note and beat, whether or not you are on or off-key, His heart throbs along and suddenly-what does He do?
“The Lord your God in your midst,
The Mighty One, will save;
He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing”
"Rejoice over you with singing" Hands down, the second most romantic thing I've seen in the bible. Rejoicing, hmm. He, maybe, gets up from His throne because it could be pretty uncomfortable rejoicing while sitting down. He's on his feet, among the bowing elders and angels and the flapping cherubs, and walks towards you, everything else fades and He stands just about a foot away, His eyes transfixed on yours, as you sing. Then suddenly, He begins to sing too! 😍😍 Of course, this quickly becomes a full-blown Bollywood set, where you and Him dance, laugh and sing about how much you love one another, I like to imagine the angels as backup dancers! He rejoices over us with singing. Can you even try to imagine it? God, singing, spinning on His heels and chasing you around an imaginary tree! Amazing!
What do you guys think? Ever tried Holy Twerking? Hehe.
Random Fish. Apparently pictures taken in the morning are pretty pretty.