When We Are Afraid To Lose… 

For if your life is just about satisfying the impulses of your sinful nature, then prepare to die. But if you have invited the Spirit to destroy these selfish desires, you will experience life. 14 If the Spirit of God is leading you, then take comfort in knowing you are His children. 

The above Scripture is Romans 8:13-14 in the Voice Bible. I know!!! I simply cannot get over my love for this Bible version. 

I began to learn about the leading of the Holy Spirit when I was about 13 or 14 years old. It was a huge stretch for me. See, before that time, I’d been largely logical in my way of life. I questioned things a lot and I had learned to restrain a lot of my impulses beneath the weight of what I thought was acceptable attitude for a young lady, and shame. I didn’t really get the concept of simply “being led”. Everything I knew and trusted was something I could see, feel or figure out with my brain. I was never comfortable with unknown variables, and seemingly, that was all this Holy Spirit offered me. 

I got filled with the Holy Spirit and began to talk in tongues when I was about 18. And so much became clearer. But I still had a problem. 

How come the Holy Ghost had to lead me to do the strangest things? Wasn’t He aware of the kind of people I lived with in this world? Most people already interpreted me weird, and I never did have a precise answer for every single thing. Mount more weirdness by telling them God’s Spirit led me to… 

But with time I discovered that everything I tried to protect myself from and preserve in disobeying Him, I eventually lost. In continually violating His word to me, I kept fighting losing battles and losing values. 

Romans 8:14 says that if God’s Spirit is leading you, take comfort, rest, relax and chill, knowing He has considered you a part of the Family. 

God has got the entire picture. He knows where every single dot connects, and it’s part of our love relationship to trust Him to get us into the Big Picture He made. He knows exactly why He asks you to do what He says. He knows how hard it may be, but that’s why we take comfort. Because we are His children. And He has not brought us into fear, but into hope and joy and love and life. Don’t be scared of what you might lose. If you try too hard to keep it, you might lose it anyway. Even if you look like you’re losing, shut your eyes and obey Him. He knows exactly what He’s doing. 

And for some of us who may feel like we have wrecked our lives and other’s lives because of our disobedience and reluctance, I like to take God’s reconciliation package. 

He has restored us back into a healthy and blossoming 

relationship with Himself and ourselves. 

Strength and courage be yours on this day. 

I love you, and God loves you much more! 

Cinderella Stories: Forget The Past 

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider that I have made it my own yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead,
PHILIPPIANS 3:13 AMP

One of the hardest things for people to do, it seems, is to forget. I mean, we can forget alright, when it’s our car keys or the password to our laptop, or the number of eggs you sent to your mother last month. We find it easy enough to forget mundane details of our daily existence. However, there are certain memories that seem to wake up with us everyday.

When I first read that God had cast my sin in the sea of forgetfulness, it didn’t quite register. How is there a sea of forgetfulness? Don’t things sink to the bottom and stay, waiting to be discovered like precious treasure by pirates? I couldn’t quite get it. Well, this was mostly because I wasn’t used to sin and error being cast aside so…cavalierly. Like it never happened. Really? There had to be a catch. Turns out, there actually is a catch.

This kind of thinking affected me for so long that I found it hard to believe that my errors didn’t make a dent in God’s goodness and love for me. I was brought up drunk on justice, with a little bit of mercy on the side, so I thought that I should always be rewarded for my good and bad actions but I should relent where others were concerned. 
See how twisted that is? And it turned into resentment after some time, with me wondering why I had to forgive other people if they wouldn’t forget what I had done. Because, in the real sense, forgiving is forgetting. Not forgetting as in amnesia; forgetting as in, it loses its hold on your mind. It ceases to torment you day by day. It ceases to hover over your consciousness like a shadow. It ceases to inform your thoughts and feelings toward yourself, others and God.

Now, when did I learn all this?

After I got super tired of being angry and bitter at (guess who?) myself. That’s who was hurting. That’s who couldn’t move forward. That’s who couldn’t forget. And that’s who needed to forget. And not in a phony, “OK, I’m not thinking about it anymore” way, but in a real, “Sweet Jesus, I’m tired of doing my style and I want to do yours so I throw this on you and I’ll not take it back” way. And it always works.

See, you don’t surprise the Lord with your failings and your unhealthy need to want to fix yourself. However, He really would rather you left the fixing up to Him.

I looked up Scriptures on His love, healing, His goodness, the covenant, forgiveness and comfort. And then, I prayed. And then I cried. And then I raved. Then I cried some more. And prayed some more. And for the first time in a long time…ding! I could see hope. I wasn’t looking at the past all the time. I wasn’t shackled there and trying to free myself in my effort.

I was seeing a bluer sky and browner grass (it’s that way in my city during harmattan).

Did the memories and thoughts come back?

As persistent as you please. But now, I don’t let them hold me in their grasp for too long before I shake myself. I remember quicker that that’s not me;

I’ve let bitterness go, and I’m living a good life.

“The Lord your God is in your midst, A Warrior who saves. He will rejoice over you with joy; He will be quiet in His love [making no mention of your past sins], He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy.”

ZEPHANIAH 3:17 AMP

Cinderella Stories (Cont’d.)

Okay. I know I have titled my posts “Cinderella Stories” but it doesn’t mean I won’t include man talk. Ah. A strictly girl blog without sprinkles of spicy man talk, hmmm, now that’s just wrong.

Men, as in, the male man, are important to us. In fact, I pray that I am able to help you see from God’s Word that neither male man nor female man is the bad guy. We are a superb mix of sweetness, roughness, toughness, a little bit of sour stuff, and we blend quite well together when we walk with God’s plan in mind. So, no, I’m not a feminist and I won’t be bashing the guys.

I will laud them from time to time. However, my goal here is to help ladies see that YOU ARE A PERSON THAT GOD TOOK CARE AND TIME TO MAKE, FOR A REASON. You aren’t the traditions of Africa or America or Antarctica. You aren’t an afterthought put here on earth to suffer. You are crafted, as you, because a difference has to be made here


and it has to be you who does it.

So. Cinderellas. Belles. Jasmines. Anastasias. Ariels. Janes. Pocahuntases. Esmeraldas. Muanas.

You have a place in this world, and in the Father’s heart. But first, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
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Much love,

From Delight Palace,

E.

Cinderella Stories 

I always wondered how possible it could be for a human being to experience pain in places that eyes cannot see. Even worse, how they could live with such pain for a long time.

My name is Ele Momoh, and I will be 25 in a few months. TMI?

I don’t have a theory on heartbreak. I just want everyone to be happy. See, I’m the kind of girl that believes that the movie must end with everybody happy, not just Cinderella and the Prince. The evil sisters are evil, but they’re just looking for love too. And I bet you if the Prince genuinely fell in love with one of the evil sisters, we would

a) never forgive him

b) rewrite the script

c) imply that he was bewitched or something equally horrible.

But we forget, in real life, sometimes, Cinderella is the evil sister. She isn’t demure and patient and thoroughly meek and loved by all the fairies. Sometimes, Cinderella is loud and bright and shiny, so shiny we could live on her in lieu of the sun (not figuratively). Sometimes, she’s annoying and prone to outbursts of anger. Sometimes, she speaks her mind and other times, she’s afraid to. Sometimes, her dream is to work as a mechanic in a body shop. You get my drift?

You can’t really classify Cinderellas anymore. We have to understand that every woman is her own Cinderella, with her own set of problems, her own flaws, her own issues, her own insecurities and doubts, and that ultimately, God is her Prince Charming.

Many a woman has had her heart severed or dissected because she believes that there is something wrong with her because she isn’t the perfect Cinderella. She has found it hard to accept herself for who she is because she feels, by some experience or another, that there’s something fundamentally wrong with her makeup, and she needs to change.

“Must be more outgoing.”

“Must try to be more quiet.”

“Why do I always say what comes to my mind?”

“Why can’t I be more deep and reflective like…?”

“I have to gain weight.”

“I have to lose weight.”

“Geez! I need fuller boobs!”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!”

As clichéd as it sounds, women subconsciously struggle with these pointed attacks at their identity and worth, and they can never tell who the enemy is. They think their bodies are the enemy. They think their emotions are against them. They think they are too weak-willed or strong-willed.

Honey, it is nothing of the sort. I’ll tell you who’s out to get you.

It’s the devil. And this isn’t new, considering he has always tried to use the woman against herself since the Garden.

BUT.

Ladies! Stop me already! Why are you letting me get ahead of myself?

I hope and pray that I make a difference in at least 1 lady’s life through this blog. It’s a journey for me, too, mind you, and I trust I’ll enjoy discovering who I truly am as we do this together.

But you should know this before we go on: we will never know who, what, how, and why we are outside of our One, First and Everlasting Love – our Lord God Almighty.

I pray you keep reading, and the more you read, the more I write (or is it the other way round? Lol.)

Much love,

From the place full of joys,

E.