Evangelizing in Ikoyi, I met a kind-hearted gardener 🌳 at a hospital for foreign expatriates in Nigeria. He'd listen attentively to my messages about Jesus , and we formed a strong bond. His story touched my heart: he'd lost his wife, raised three sons alone, and faced workplace challenges. Our proximity made it easy for me to visit him often. I'd stop by his office, adorned in my signature bold jewelry 💃 – Romanian and Italian gold, chandelier earrings, and an Indian god earring. One day, I visited my friend during his break, wearing my usual vibrant accessories 💅. But he looked troubled 😕. "What's wrong?" I asked. He apologized, fearing he might hurt me, and confessed his feelings 💭. He admired my genuine love for God and my preaching but struggled with my bold jewelry. "I like you, but could you wear smaller earrings?" he requested, "like 'Tondo'" 🤗 – tiny stud earrings. Ah! 😱 I was taken aback but chose to prioritize his feelings over my personal style. 1 Corinthians 8:13: "Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother or sister to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause them to fall." Romans 14:21: "It is better not to eat meat or drink wine or to do anything else that will cause your brother or sister to stumble." My sacrifice wasn't about the jewelry itself but about considering others' perspectives and prioritizing love and compassion ❤️. Now, how can I ruin this story 🤔 Excellent 😁 If others' is anything antichrist, I will not prioritize you.

"Don't let fear or doubt hold you back from pursuing your dreams." - instance: J.K. Rowling was a single mother living on welfare when she started writing Harry Potter. She didn't let her circumstances discourage her from achieving her dreams.

Hope today is good

I still recall buying that outfit many years ago. I proudly wore it to my professor's office, a respected journalist and pastor in the Apostolic Faith. However, he kindly advised me to go home and change, citing that it wasn't fitting for a child of God. I obeyed. Interestingly, I wore the same outfit to the Christian library, where various denominations gathered for fellowship and I was the little sister to everyone, and no one commented. That same year, I was heading to MFM International HQ. En route, passing through Barikisu Iyede via Atan Cemetery, I encountered a shy 13-year-old boy walking alone towards Queens College, Yaba. I felt led to approach him. As we talked, he shared that he was visiting his sister but wasn't certain of the way, only knowing his father drove through that route. I shared Jesus with him and discovered his father was a journalism doctor. Stunningly, it was my professor! I took the boy to QC's gate and later shared the story with his father when submitting my assignment on editorial cartooning to him. My professor loved me like a daughter and offered valuable guidance; he was one of the short-lived mentors in my life. I still remember him fondly. His son almost got lost, and God positioned me to help. God's ways... Eru Olorun Ba Mi... 💃🎤Let me sing what we used to sing in our catholic convent school when I refused to become a reverend sister 😂🎹.. whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers that you do unto me...Now that's how to ruin a good story.🤣

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