Faith and Life Blog

  In 2013, I was diagnosed with endometrial hyperplasia ( thickening of the uterine lining) and had to do a minor medical procedure to correct the condition. The problem surfaced again in 2020; this time, it was worse than in 2013. My gynaecologist insisted on repeating the procedure and I reluctantly agreed. A date was set, however, because of the Covid 19 pandemic, I was required to submit a negative test result before being admitted to the hospital. By God's design, I could not do the test on the day and as such, the hospital arrangements had to be shelved. I committed the matter to the Lord, asking him to reverse the diagnosis. A few months later, I repeated the ultrasound and it revealed that the measurement of the lining had reduced considerably and I was now in the safe zone.  In January of this year, I was again, out of caution, asked to do another ultrasound which, indicated that the lining was now at 5mm, which is the cut-off point., My gynaecologist advised that I should

  Don't jump to conclusions - there may be a perfectly good explanation for what you just saw. Proverbs 25: 8 (MSG) There is a saying that if jumping to conclusions was an Olympic sport, many of us would be gold medal winners. This is a funny but very true statement. In fact, many of us, myself included, would not be just gold medal winners, but multiple gold medal winners.  On numerous occasions, I have jumped to a conclusion on a matter before getting all the facts, and then later found out that I was totally wrong. One day this week,  I picked up my phone and realized that I had missed a call from a friend. Based on the time of morning that she had called, I assumed that she had called regarding a particular arrangement that we had in place. Immediately my mind went to work trying to figure out various options that I could take. Before I could settle the matter in my head, she called back, wanting my opinion on a totally different matter. I had been seen wrong.  I'm sure man

  And  we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to  them who are the called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28 The other day the insole of my slipper kept sliding up so I decided that I would have to take care of the problem. I thought to myself that some Patex would probably do the trick so I set out to buy a tube. Before that however, I called around to different stores in order to compare prices. I finally decided to make my purchase at a pharmacy near to my home. I arrived at the pharmacy but to my disappointment it was closed.  Then I had the idea that I could check at the store at the gas station near to me. I thought it was a long shot but decided to give it a try nevertheless. On entering the store, one of the first things I noticed at the cashier’s section was the packets of Crazy Glue hanging from a rack. Immediately I realized that this was exactly what I needed. Crazy Glue, not Patex. I gladly bought my Patex and left the store feeling quite

J eremiah 18:4   And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter's hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do. I lifted the lid off the toilet tank to check why it was not filling up with water and to my surprise, it fell to the floor and broke in two. Shocked, I tried to figure out how this accident happened. I thought I had a firm grip but my hands failed me when I needed them most. I pondered what my next move should be. The rest of the toilet was in good working order, but I was not sure that I could source a replacement lid. It might mean that I would have to replace the entire toilet, which meant spending money I had not expected.  I gathered the broken pieces, intending to throw them away, but I needed a box to put them in. So I rested them in a corner of the bathroom and went looking for a box, a search which proved futile.  I advised my plumber of the situation and he decided to do some checks to source a lid but that

  Has this ever happened to you? You buy a newer, larger cell phone and then the old one looks so small.  You wonder how you were so comfortable with that little thing all this time and why you took so long to upgrade. Or another scenario: you leave your small community to live in a big town or city and later on when you return, the place looks so small that you can hardly believe that you once lived there In both instances, expansion has taken place. As you step out of your area of confinement, you embark on a learning curve as you grow into your new environment. You learn to adapt and change in order to become aligned with a new way of living, thinking, and acting. As your capacity for the new increases, you push past the growing pains and eventually conform to your changing environment and settle into the new norm.  When you look back at where you once were it's not uncommon to feel a sense of amazement that in your state of ignorance, there was so much that you were missing. An

It pains my heart to see elderly persons on the road seeking assistance from strangers. This is not a fate that should be suffered by anyone, especially the elderly, who have often worked hard to provide for their children, many of whom are now grown and have left their parents to fend for themselves. In the majority of cases, I believe, parents have made huge sacrifices for their children and should now enjoy the fruits of their labour, being pampered and cared for by those children who they have raised. This morning as I walked in a plaza in Half Way Tree, I came across a dear old lady standing there with a forlorn look on her face. She stopped me, asking for a contribution to help her purchase medication for glaucoma at the pharmacy. It would have cost little or nothing at the Drug Serv Pharmacy, but the drug was out of stock there, so she had to purchase it at a more expensive pharmacy.  I could not pass her without stopping so I spent a few minutes talking to her. I asked about he

    In 2014, I acquired a hospital bed for my ailing father. He was totally bedridden and couldn’t help himself, so everything had to be done for him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to care for him on his regular bed and so my sister suggested that we purchase a hospital bed. My research revealed that the cost at the time was in the range of $200,000.00, which was way out of our reach. After thinking about it a little more, I decided that I would reach out to a reputable charitable organization for help. My first attempt failed as none was available at the time. I was however able to acquire one on rental from another source. After about two weeks, I received a call from said charitable organization, inviting us to pick up a hospital bed. We were overjoyed as a family and quickly made the arrangements for pick up and in no time, Daddy had his new bed. He was delighted about his new bed and constantly expressed appreciation. Now he could sit up comfortably to have his meals and