I shake my head when I hear things like I pray God gives me a man/woman like my father/mother or God let me be like so and so. The inability to see beyond the surface of things we ask for can sometimes have damaging consequences. We fail to acknowledge the fact that people/things are not always who/what they seem to be. I read a story on Instagram the other day. This lady had been praying for a man like her father, only to find out that Mr Daddy is not the sort of man she should’ve been asking God for.
Personally, I believe people need to learn to ask differently from God and stop using other people’s lives or lifestyle as a yardstick when requesting from God or wishing for a better situation. The example you keep using as a prayer point might be the beginning of your downfall.
Although I believe in destiny, there are times when we unknowingly draw misfortune towards ourselves. Some of us make the mistake of saying I tap into so and so blessing, without an inkling of whether you are tapping into rubbish or not. I believe, we all have different paths and different capabilities when it comes to bearing burdens. When you ask God to bless you like so and so you have no idea of their respective battles or whether you’d be able to walk two steps in their shoes or have the back to bear their unseen burdens.
When your answered prayers start giving you problems or comes with an unbearable burden, you forget it was what you constantly asked for that was given to you. Pray intensely for yourself without having to include God bless me like so and so. Learn to break down your prayers, what you want and how you want it. For example, if you’re praying for success, say something like Oh Lord guide my steps, lead me towards things that’d be beneficial for me and result in my breakthrough. Bless my hands and entire being. Let your grace find me as I strive hard. Bless my path and don’t let my helpers pass me by.
God is not tired of listening to you. Stop the shortcut prayers!
With Love From Ola 💋 xoxo
Lesson 1: The quick way isn’t necessarily the easy way.
… So the journey began, as usual I consulted the oracle (Google Map) before and during my journey but didn’t look properly to the figure out the glaring divination. All I wanted was a fast journey, which led to jumping on the C2C to London Fenchurch Street (Who doesn’t love fast trains? You should see the struggle from Barking Station to West Ham on weekday mornings) falling for the 3 stops business ignoring the fact that I still needed a bus ride to top that (this bus ride would end up taking me past Liverpool Street Station, I felt stupid!) when I could have just endured 11 stops on the Hammersmith and City Line to Liverpool Street Station then take a short walk to my destination (There was even a shortcut to reduce the walking distance! I found out after work). Continue reading
“…you see, when my mother & father wanted a baby, they didn’t want me. they wanted a baby, any fuckin’ baby man! Well, here I am now. I came. I believe there is a plan… I believe there is no accident in our lives… I will do my part. Then i’ll just go man!… Just go!”— Fela, (Fela: This bitch of a life) Continue reading
He brings you flowers and gifts to make you overlook the pain and you think he loves you after that thorough beating and abuse. Telling you he is sorry and it was the devil’s fault. LOL. Trust me if the devil could give him a dirty slap for that lie his face won’t remain the same. Girllll wake the hell up from that dream and recover from that illness you call love. This isn’t love! Do you look like a punching bag or have the characteristics of one? Listen, if that asshole needs something to punch on why not take his stupid ass to the gym or find someone his size?. Are you a garden or planning to start one? Let him keep his damn flowers!
It might put a smile on your face but flowers don’t heal pain. If you die trust me you’ll get more than enough flowers that’ll last you a death time. He might shed a tear or two that he lost his “dear punching bag” but thats about it, he’ll move on. Babe don’t get it twisted if you think that car he bought you would be parked on your grave or you’ll ride it to meet your maker you are in denial. He kips hitting you countless times but you are still in love (or whatever trance you are yet to snap out of), You make him happy more than yourself but he still beats you up and never appreciates.Are you a drum? Why must you be beaten? Continue reading
I was looking online the other day, and came across the story of girl who was slashed across her face and some parts of her body by two demon sisters because she was beautiful and their aim was to make her look like “chucky” the evil doll from a horror movie.
Like seriously?! How can people be so evil? I know this is not the first time someone is doing this sort of thing but people need to stop. Last year it was acid stories and i’m sure there is still more to come, but is all these really necessary?
Do you actually think destroying someone else’s life or disfiguring them would make you or your life more beautiful? How do you even sleep at night for God’s sake???
Blowing out other people’s candle lights thinking that way, yours would shine brighter. I really applaud your logic. We’ll see how far that takes you.
You wreck people secretly/openly because you are discontented with your life and jealous of how far they have gone /how well they are doing/how beautiful they look/how people admire them and look up to them. I just don’t understand how people think bringing down others would make their lives any better.
As for those demon sisters, I do not know what they look like but