I will wait for you!

To my future husband,

I will wait for you.

And I will know you

because when you speak,

I will be reminded of Solomon’s wisdom,

your ability to lead will remind me of Moses,

your faith will remind me of Abraham,

your confidence in God’s Word will remind me of Daniel,

your inspiration will remind me of Paul,

your heart for God will remind me of David,

your attention to detail will remind me of Noah,

your integrity will remind me of Joseph,

and your ability to abandon your own will, will remind me of the disciples,

but your ability to love selflessly and unconditionally will remind me of Christ.

But I won’t need to identify you by any special Matthews

or any special marks,

’cause His Word will be tatted all over your heart.

And you will know me,

and you will find me,

where

the boldness of Esther

meets the warm closeness of Ruth,

where the hospitality of Lydia

is aligned with the submission of Mary,

which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hanna.

I will be the one,

drenched in Proverbs 31,

waiting for you.

I love you even before I meet you.

Your future wife,

Judy

Thanks Janette...ikz

How to Pray

Tell God all that is in your heart, as one unloads one's heart, its pleasures and its pains, to a dear friend. 

Tell God your troubles, that God may comfort you; tell God your joys, that God may sober them; tell God your longings, that God may purify them; tell God your dislikes, that God may help you conquer them; talk to God of your temptations, that God may shield you from them.

Show God the wounds of your heart, that God may heal them. If you thus pour out all your weaknesses, needs, troubles, there will be no lack of what to say.

 Talk out of the abundance of the heart, without consideration say just what you think. Blessed are they who attain to such familiar, unreserved intercourse with God. 

Thanks --Francois Fenelon

Am praying for you!

Dear future husband,

I’ve always dreamed we’d find each other in the most unlikely way. I dreamed you’d come at a time when I least expected it. We’d connect in a way I never have before, you’d invest the time it takes to know me inside and out. We’d share similar beliefs in God and faith, and you’d respect my decision to save sex for marriage.

I’ve recently met someone and I’m praying it’s you!

Love,
Your Future Wife

Vision and Submission

Ladies,

If he doesn't have a vision, he isn't worth your submission.

If he suppresses your vision, he isn't worth your submission.

Don't marry him if he doesn't have a vision and/or if he suppresses your vision.

Please! Don't throw yourself at him!

This one is for the girls.

Stop chasing somebody that doesn’t want you.

Whoever you’re supposed to be with one day, he’ll want you. He will find you, he’ll pursue you, and he’ll not let you go. He’ll do whatever it takes to make your relationship work.

Read the Bible, know your worth. You’re valuable. If you don’t know your worth and your value, someone else will determine it for you.

The Bible says that whoever finds a wife finds a good thing. (Not whoever finds a husband). Woman! Don’t chase that man. Be found. If you chase him, what will happen when you catch him? You’re going to continue to lead and to run that relationship or marriage for the rest of your life!!! That's not how God intended it to be.

Please, Ladies! Don’t throw yourself at a man.

God can write your love story if you let Him! Let Him.

Thanking God for A Beautiful Weekend!

I graduated this weekend with a postgraduate diploma in tax administration. I thank God for that and I give Him all the glory and honour for that. If it were not for Him, I wouldn't have made it.

 Here are some of the photos:

I decided to put on a dress, for once. Prior to this, I don't remember being in a dress. I think I was in primary school. I put on very long skirts every time I go to church though. More often than not, I am in trousers.

On an honest note, I felt naked walking in a dress on my graduation day. I felt like I exposed too much of my legs. It felt like heaven when I put on my graduation gown because I could cover-up much of my body.

Mmmmmh... writing this makes me think that I probably have self-esteem issues. Naaah! Am just being paranoid. My self-esteem is intact. I just like covering myself up.

 A colleague and I. We were arranged alphabetically; I found myself sitted next to him. Nothing more. Some of my friends made such a big deal about it, asking if he was THE ONE. No. He isn't... but he's a great guy.

Me and my beautiful girls, from left to right: Stella (in spectacles), Linda, your highness- me, Winnie and Jennifer.


It was an awesome and a fabulous day. I loved it!

While at my stay in Mombasa (that's where the graduation was), I took a trip to the Indian Ocean and took these pics and videos:

...took a selfie... with a sweaty face ;)

This is a photo of Hansa America. I took this pic with my phone. I still love shipping. I hope to own one of these someday.

While at it, I committed a crime. Did you know that it's a crime to take a photo from any of the Mombasa ferries? Well, I took a selfie... from MV Kilindini.

I had some random camera man take this short video. It shows some of the crazy stuff I did at the coast.

Oooh yeah! Did I say that I won an award? Well, I did! I give God all the glory for that.

The word AWESOME cannot describe the weekend well enough.

Thank You God for the beauty of life.

My Alabaster Box

The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster


And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven
And that's why
I love Him so much


And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren't there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box


~Cece Winans