Where were you on 9/11?

In times of tragedy or when things do not go our way we can find ourselves asking, “God, where are/were you?”

Personally, I reason that because God is all-powerful, He should: have ensured a different result, have just completely healed the loved one, have held the steering wheel of the car that lost control, have prevented one from going to a place by any means necessary, have held the uprooted tree in place among other responses I expect from the God who is able to do everything and who claims He loves us dearly but the poem in this post just reminded me of God’s answer, “I am/was with you in all my glory, power, love and sovereignty!”

…and that, is truly the response of an all-powerful person.

That is when we come to truly understand what God means when He says we should trust Him because “He is always in the midst of it to see us through…” Thankfully, He has also revealed Himself as the God who has everything always going according to His plan.

An insightful post…
An encouraging poem…

Infected Saint

The God of my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, My stronghold and my refuge; My Savior, You save me from violence. 2 Samuel 22:3

I was at my desk in the bank when someone popped their head in and asked if I had heard about a plane crashing into a New York tower. It sounded strange to hear it. Surely they were mistaken. How could that happen? We all gathered around a 32-inch TV in the break room watching grey smoke billow out of the World Trade Center tower. I remember thinking: how could someone make that kind of flight error, and how many had paid the price with their lives? As I debated with others over what might have happened, all doubt was removed when one of the ladies gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes glued to the screen. We all turned…

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The Language of Thanksgiving: Day 4

Hand Washed Grace

”Be still before the Lord, and wait patiently for Him.” Psalm 37:7

A friend called me out last week. She noticed I hadn’t been exhibiting the peace that passes all understanding in my life. She saw that I seemed to dwell hard in my closed doors and shuttered opportunities. And she was right. Door after door after door has been closed right in my face. Life experiences that I thought I was owed because I am human and because that is the norm have not been given to me.

I felt for years as this photo depicts, that God had pulled up a chair for me and sat me outside this closed door, as if to say “wait here”. And I grew impatient, and I kept knocking, and I kept trying to pick open the lock…but God still had me take a seat. This was my life story for the…

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Mommy II

I have been waiting for you so we can continue. Mommy II is here and oh, the earthquake hits. Just so you are not caught off  guard by the quake, you can read Mommy I
“Mommy!”
“Daddy!”
“Akweley!”

Mommy woke up with a start. Everything was shaking violently. She held on to the bed as hard as she could. She could hear her family screaming: her daughters from their room, her husband from the living room or was it the hallway? She couldn’t tell. All she just wanted was for the quake to be over. The ceiling began to cave in. The walls around her were struggling to hold. She wanted to respond but she couldn’t find her voice. Tears flowed freely. She wanted to run and be with her family but fear had succeeded in paralyzing her. She felt helpless…just when she was supposed to be strong for her family.

“God, you’re with my family and I, right?”

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Mommy I

The nation was in a state of shock. Never had it seen such devastation before. A state of emergency had been declared. A show of solidarity was all over the place. Mommy shivered within the heavy blankets in a kind stranger’s home. The steaming mug of coffee never reached her lips but spilled over, scorching her shivering fingers which struggled to clasp the mug. However, all this meant nothing to her. Mommy didn’t even know when the friendly stranger’s wife replaced the mug with her reassuring grasp. They both sat alone in the quiet living room solemnly watching the midnight news. It was Friday, 12:30am. Exactly 24hrs since the 7.2 magnitude earthquake hit some parts of Accra.

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Holding on

It has been thirteen days since I posted anything. I’d like to humbly apologize especially for missing “Melodic Mondays”. My holidays got the better of me, I guess. This poem is just to encourage you and I to trust in God no matter what and to keep hope alive.

Blessed Sunday!!


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(c) Smart sayings for today

It’s been hours.
My feet, dangling.
My right arm, drained of its strength.
My left arm, numb.

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“Lead me back” by Morgan Harper Nichols

Let us play with our imaginations.

Imagine you are sitting in one of life’s many vehicles: work, education, entertainment etc. It may be any form of a state or public transport or a private vehicle. Everyone in the vehicle is quiet, each in his or her own thought, a sharp contrast from when the journey began. Now it is obvious everyone is tired and just wishing they will reach their destination in the next minute. As for the passenger sitting next to you, well, that is up to you. For me, she is a nursing mother, staring out the window at the starless, black sky, with her two years old baby boy sleeping soundly in her arms with a smug smile. After pouring his cereal all over my jeans, the cheek of it! I also cannot get angry with him. We had some fun playing with his action figure toy and besides the mother makes up with her cheerful and apologetic personality. Next, we choose a time; day or night. I choose night.

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Guest: “‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus” (lyrics) by Louisa M. R. Stead

Today, we have a guest! It has been almost two years since I met him. I enjoy reading his messages which sends me on WhatsApp. His name, Samuel Bubune.

After reading this particular message (Well, along with four other ones), I very much encouraged and intrigued.

“Madam Louisa penned these words in tragedy! Wow! She knew her God!”

I know you will be eencourage and ministered to as you read…


“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose.”
(Romans 8: 28, KJV)

‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take Him at his word,
Just to rest upon His promise
Just to know, “Thus says the Lord”

The writer of this hymn, Louisa M.R Stead was born in England. She felt the call of God upon her life for missionary service. She arrived in America in 1871 and in 1875, she married a Mr. Stead and this union was blessed with a daughter.

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