When I Eventually Meet Him

I have loved — deeply, fiercely, vulnerably.
I have given — my time, my heart, my essence.
I have waited — with hope tucked beneath every heartbeat.
I have sacrificed — parts of me that can never be replaced.
But still, love has eluded me... or perhaps, not yet found its way home.

I’m still waiting — not out of desperation, but with sacred patience.
Waiting for him... the one whose voice will soothe my weary soul,
Whose presence will silence the chaos within me.
The one whose gaze will see me — all of me — and choose me every time.

When I eventually meet him,
I won’t need grand gestures or perfect poetry.
I’ll know him by the peace he brings to my spirit,
By the way my heart will exhale in his arms.

To him, I will give the best of me — the woman I’ve become through pain,
Through growth, through resilience.
I will honour him with loyalty,
Love him with grace,
Adore him with a kind of softness only true love can unlock.

And all I ask — is to be the only woman in his world.
Not just in presence, but in thought, in dreams, in destiny.
To be his calm, his home, his forever.

When I eventually meet him,
It will not just be a meeting — it will be a divine alignment.
And in that moment, every tear I’ve cried and every lonely night I’ve endured
Will make perfect, beautiful sense.

God's Word for you today

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”
— Lamentations 3:22-23
Beloved, in the midst of sorrow and devastation, Jeremiah declares a powerful truth: God’s love never fails. Even when everything else seems lost, His mercy rises with the sun, fresh and full each morning. This verse reminds us that no matter how dark yesterday was, today begins with God’s unwavering compassion and faithfulness. It’s a call to trust—not in our circumstances—but in the unchanging nature of our loving Father.
Your day is blessed

*THE RESTORER'S DAILY GUIDE*

DATE: FRIDAY 9TH MAY 2025

THEME: *ABSOLUTE TRUST IN GOD*

MEMORIZE
Psalms 62:11
God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God.

READ
Psalms 62:1-2, 5-9, 11
Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.
My soul, wait, thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.
He only is my rock, and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved.
In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength and my refuge is in God.
Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Selah.
Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.
God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
*Trust in God is absolute when we are bankrupt of options.*

MESSAGE
The Psalmist, in today's text, expressed his unreserved trust and confidence in God alone, because he understood the danger of trusting in mortal men irrespective of their status or placement in life.

Humans are so frail, fickle and unsure. The best of men are still men, subject to the limitations of flesh and blood.

Only God is truly reliable, absolute and consistent with His word.

It is easy to say I trust in God only when you do not have anyone in your life.

However, the Psalmist in today's text, being a king had all kinds of people around him, but his experiences about men generally was probably not a palatable one.

He reiterated that his hope was in God alone.

There are three dimensions to the issue of trust.

1. There is "no need for trust" in God when there is an assurance of options.

2. "Low trust" in God when there are options but unsure of their reliability.

3. Absolute trust when you do not have any option.

Usually, trust in God is absolute when you realise that you do not have anyone to look up to for help.

Let me ask you: Do you have options of where or whom to run to apart from the Lord?

Or is your trust absolutely on God alone?

The Bible tells us that the eyes of the Lord run to and fro the earth looking for those who are absolutely trusting in His help to show Himself mighty on their behalf. (2Chr 16:9)

It is possible to have all kinds of people in your life, as in the case with the Psalmist in today's text, but he chose to repose his complete trust in God because in his honest opinion of men he saw that they were altogether lighter than vanity.

*Beloved, it is capital wisdom to trust in God, who is most reliable instead of fickle men who are given to change.*

ACTION STEPS
1. Prayerfully meditate on today's devotional guide.
2. Allow the Lord to introduce men to you.
3. Ask the Lord to help you align yourself with His mercies and grace for timely help always.

REMEMBER
*Trust in God is absolute when we are bankrupt of options.*

PRAYERS
Dear heavenly Father, Thank you for today's devotional guide. Help me to align myself perfectly for your help, always in Jesus' name. Amen

AUTHOR: JEDIDIAH DAVID

DAILY READING: Habakkuk 3, Acts 14-16; Hebrews 11-12; Jude 1.

HYMN
What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear !
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer !
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear------
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer !

2
Have we trials and temptations ?
Is there trouble anywhere ?
We should never be discouraged ;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a Friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness-----
Take it to the Lord in prayer !

3
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care ?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge-----
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee ?
Take it to the Lord in prayer ;
In His arms He'll take and shield thee.
Thou wilt find a solace there,

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*The unseen crisis facing Nigerian men (moment Otunba Kunle Akinyele collapsed)*

5th May 2025.

Ganiyu Olowu


*When Otunba Kunle Akinyele, a respected hotelier in Lagos, slumped and died at his wife’s 60th birthday thanksgiving, the nation gasped in disbelief. One moment, he was celebrating life and love; the next, he lay lifeless at the altar of joy*. The video is haunting — *a man gesturing, gasping, reaching for help in a sacred space, surrounded by those he loved but alone in his final battle.*

This was not just a death. It was a metaphor of silent suffering, buried exhaustion, and what men have come to normalise in the name of strength.

Akinyele’s case is not isolated. It is one of many chilling examples of how Nigerian men, particularly in their mid- to late years, are collapsing under the weight of responsibilities, unspoken pain, and undiagnosed illnesses.

According to the World Health Organisation, men in sub-Saharan Africa, including Nigeria, are 2.4 times more likely to die prematurely from preventable causes than women. This alarming disparity is fuelled by cultural and behavioural factors: men are less likely to seek medical help, more likely to suppress emotional turmoil, and often glorify suffering in silence. In Nigeria, cardiovascular diseases, hypertension, and untreated mental health conditions are among the leading causes of sudden deaths in men.

So This Happened (215) Reviews Death Of Lagos...

In 2019, Pastor Taiwo Odukoya—admired for his strength and spiritual leadership—passed away quietly after years of enduring deep emotional losses and reportedly ongoing health complications. His resilience was legendary, but it masked what many now see as untreated grief, intense stress, and likely silent medical conditions.

Then came the sudden death of veteran broadcaster Ayo Oduleye, better known as MC Loyo, who slumped while compering an event in Ibadan. His charm and humour lit up stages, but in the blink of an eye, the microphone fell silent. Just like that.

Similarly, the passing of Mr Ibu (John Okafor) in early 2024, after months of battling illness, reminded the country of how many male entertainers struggle financially and physically behind the scenes, putting on a show while their bodies deteriorate.

Masculinity, when warped, can become a silent weapon—not just against others, but against oneself.

Globally, the story remains the same. In 2014, beloved comedian Robin Williams died by suicide, a victim of masked depression. And in 2022, cricket legend Shane Warne died suddenly of a heart attack, a casualty of silent coronary disease and an overstretched lifestyle.

Yet while statistics shock and headlines haunt, the everyday grind of the average Nigerian man tells an even sadder tale.

Take Lagos, Nigeria’s commercial capital—the city that never sleeps, and where many men now barely do. A significant number of working-class men reside on the mainland or in Ogun border towns like Mowe, Ikorodu, Sango Ota, or Ibafo but must commute to the Island for work—a journey that often begins by 4:00 a.m. and ends by 9:00 p.m. on return.

This is no exaggeration. Studies from the Lagos Metropolitan Area Transport Authority reveal that Lagosians spend an average of four to six hours daily in traffic—with many men doing these five to six times a week. That is over 1,400 hours a year lost in gridlock—time stolen from rest, from family, from reflection.

For these men, the day begins before the rooster crows. They rush into overcrowded buses, endure fumes of frustration, only to return home when their children are already asleep. There is no room for hobbies, hardly any time for checkups, no outlet for pain. Sleep is a luxury. Rest is a myth. And joy is rationed, like fuel in a scarcity season.

This modern man is constantly running on empty—physically present but emotionally absent, financially committed but spiritually depleted. And society applauds his hustle, without asking at what cost.

The idiom says, “Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” but what if the crown is invisible, made not of gold but of expectations, bills, unspoken grief, and sacrificial silence?

Men are praised for providing, for showing up, for being “rocks”. But even rocks erode—silently, slowly, and then all at once. The greatest tragedy is not that they die, but that they are dying unseen.

Consider the tragic case of a 42 year old engineer in Port Harcourt who collapsed at his workstation after weeks of working overtime to meet project deadlines. His colleagues described him as “dedicated to a fault”, but his sudden death revealed the dangers of ignoring signs of burnout and hypertension.

Another heartbreaking example is the story of a young entrepreneur in Enugu who passed away in his sleep after complaining of chest pains for weeks. Despite his family’s pleas, he refused to visit a doctor, citing his busy schedule and financial obligations. His autopsy later revealed undiagnosed cardiovascular disease—a silent killer that could have been managed with timely intervention.

One unforgettable story is that of Samuel Okwaraji, the gifted footballer and patriot who gave everything to his country on the football pitch. In 1989, during a World Cup qualifier against Angola in Lagos, Okwaraji collapsed and tragically died of congestive heart failure at just 25 years old. His life, so full of promises, was cut short under the intense demands of national expectation. The harsh conditions of the game that day, combined with the immense physical and psychological pressures he faced, ultimately proved too much.

These stories compel us to ask: What are we doing to ourselves in the name of strength? Why does the world celebrate silent suffering but frown upon seeking help?

Dr Salawu Abiola, a psychiatrist at the Federal Neuro Psychiatric Hospital in Yaba, offers critical advice for men navigating these pressures. He emphasises the importance of prioritising rest, adequate sleep, and regular health checkups. “If you work and die today, someone will replace you at the workplace, but no one replaces you in the family,” he warns.

Abiola advocates setting realistic goals, managing time effectively, and creating moments of joy and relaxation amid life’s challenges. He also highlights the need for men to engage in positive activities, such as exercise, hobbies, and socialising with supportive people, to release built-up tension and foster mental well-being.

Check your vitals before you check your wallet. Monthly profit means nothing if your heart gives out unexpectedly. Your strength is not in how much you carry but in how well you manage your load. Therapy is not weakness. It is a repair. Just like a car needs servicing, your mind and soul need realignment.

Build relationships where you are more than a provider—where you are allowed to cry, collapse, confess. A good name is better than riches, but good health is the foundation of both.

As Chinua Achebe once said, “When the drumbeat changes, the dance must also change.” The drumbeat of life today is faster, louder, and less forgiving. Men must adjust their rhythm. Health is the new wealth. Silence is no longer golden; it is dangerous.

*Ganiyu Olowu, a public affairs analyst, writes from Lagos*.



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THE WIFE WHO PRAYS YET DESTROYS HER MARRIAGE...

WIFE/Husband... God, I want to fast and pray this week

GOD: What will you be fasting and praying for?

WIFE: My marriage

GOD: Have you told your husband about it?

WIFE: I don't think I need to

GOD: Where is your Bible?

WIFE: It's in my handbag

GOD: When was the last time you read the Bible?

WIFE: It's been a long while

GOD: Then how do you expect to pray in the right way if you don't take time to know My will by reading My Word? Pray using My Word

WIFE: How do I pray using Your Word?

GOD: By returning My Word to Me. Speak My inspired Word back to Me. Like Jesus, say "It is written". My Word will not return to Me void but will accomplish the purpose intended. Hold Me to account on My Word. Go get your Bible my child

WIFE: Yes Lord

WIFE: I am back

GOD: Read 1 Corinthians 7: 5

WIFE: It says, "Do not deprive each other except perhaps by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer. Then come together again so that Satan will not tempt you because of your lack of self-control."

GOD: That passage of Scripture is addressing the husband and wife. I don't think you fully understand what I mean when I say in marriage, two become one. You and your husband have become one. You should be informing your husband

WIFE: Why? What for? It's not like he will want to fast with me

GOD: Have you tried asking him?

WIFE: Aah. I know him. He doesn't like this spiritual stuff. I wish he was as spiritual as me

GOD: My child, I know him better than you do. Your attitude of seeing yourself as spiritually superior is what is discouraging joint prayer between you and him. You already formed an opinion about him and you push that opinion in his face. Why do you feel the need to show how spiritual you are?

WIFE: I take hours to pray for my marriage. I wish he knew how much I am on my knees for this marriage to work

GOD: My child, you're doing the right thing but your attitude and motives don't please Me. You pray a miss because your heart is not in the right place. I have seen you spending hours at keshas in Church buildings; only to come back home and shout at your children and husband as you pass judgement on them. I have watched you kneel in your bedroom in prayer, only for you to show contempt and disrespect to your husband some hours later. I have seen you fasting, only for you to speak negative belittling your husband. What exactly do you want? Your prayers and fasting seem religious, like you do them to appease yourself or to show off. In the Church congregation, you are celebrated because you never miss concerts, fellowships, revival meetings, Church services and keshas; but at home you are an ungrateful wife, an angry wife, a cold wife, a harsh mother, a discouraging mother, a thorn in the flesh. Kindly read 1st Corinthians 13: 1 - 3

WIFE: If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

GOD: My child, if your husband and children don't feel loved by you then all your praying and fasting is for nothing. It is not what you do, but who you are. You can fast all this week for your marriage yet destroy your own marriage by how you treat your husband

WIFE: So what do I do God? What do I do?

GOD: Always remember that marriages remain strong, not because of prayer but because of love; prayer is but a force accompanying love. As you speak to Me in prayer, speak love to your husband.
Praying for your marriage will not automatically make your marriage fruitful; you must work on your marriage. Stop using prayer and fasting to hide your laziness or to cover up the things you need to change as a wife. I really desire to see love in your home. I desire to see you and your husband laughing, treating each other well. Whatever you do to your husband, you do to Me. I desire to see you two together in love in My presence

WIFE: God, forgive me for going about it the wrong way. Please give me some minutes. I will be back

(Twenty seven minutes later)

WIFE: God, I am back now. With my king, my husband. We approach Your throne, our King of kings

HUSBAND: God, I want to thank You for my wife. She came to me and blessed me in a way that a wife should. Today, I want to thank You for our marriage

GOD: Go on, I am listening. I am pleased by you two

Since that day, the husband and wife pray together; but above all, they love each other

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SHE CALLED ME BROKE AND LEFT ME FOR A RICH-YAHOO BOY–SHE BEG WITH HER BABY ON HER BACK.

Episode 1

My name is Emeka.

And if I tell you that love nearly destroyed me, I’m not lying.

It all started four years ago. I had just gotten a job at a mechanic workshop in town. Life wasn’t perfect, but at least I was earning something small every week. I was the kind of man who believed in building slowly. I believed in love that starts from nothing and grows into something big. You know that kind of love where two people support each other through struggles and rise together? That’s the love I wanted.

And then… I met her. Anita.

She was a student at the polytechnic. I used to see her every day pass by my workshop, holding her books close to her chest. She always wore simple clothes, nothing expensive, but her beauty? Her beauty could stop traffic.

One day, I gathered the courage and greeted her. She smiled. That one smile gave me hope for weeks. From there, we became friends. I started walking her to her hostel. We would talk about school, life, dreams. I told her I wanted to own my own car repair garage one day. She told me she wanted to work in a bank.

We were both dreamers. And we had nothing—just big hearts and high hopes.

I remember when she told me her parents were struggling to pay her school fees. Without thinking twice, I gave her almost all my savings. I had been keeping that money to buy better tools for my work, but I didn’t care. I told myself, “She’s my woman. If she’s in pain, I should be the one to help her.”

I didn’t buy clothes for myself for a whole year. I didn’t go out. Every naira I had, I gave to her. I bought her data for online classes. I bought her slippers when hers tore. I even gave her money to send to her sick mother in the village.

But you know the worst part?

I didn’t complain.

I was happy doing all that because I believed… I believed she was the one. I believed that one day, when things got better, we would look back and smile at all we had suffered together.

People told me, “Emeka, be careful. Girls can change.” But I didn’t listen. I thought, “Not Anita. She’s different.”

Until things slowly started to change.

She became distant. She stopped picking my calls the way she used to. When I came to her hostel, she would say she was busy or about to sleep. One day I went to surprise her with food I cooked from home—jollof rice with fried meat. I knocked on her door, and she shouted, “Go away! I’m not in the mood!”

That night, I cried on my way back. I held the food in my hand like a fool.

Then she started dressing differently. More expensive clothes, nails done, new wigs… I knew I didn’t buy any of them. I asked, “Where are you getting all this from?” She said her uncle was helping her.

Uncle?

Which uncle?

I wasn’t ******. But I didn’t want to believe the truth.

One evening, I followed her from school without her knowing. She entered a black Benz parked down the street. A guy with tattoos and gold chain opened the door for her. She kissed him. I saw it.

I didn’t even know when I started crying right there by the roadside.

She was cheating on me… with a Yahoo boy.

The next day, I went to see her. I wanted to talk like a man. I wanted to beg if I had to. I wanted to remind her of everything we had shared.

But she didn’t even allow me to talk.

She looked me in the eyes and said, “Emeka, let’s not waste each other’s time. You’re a good guy, but you’re too broke. I can’t be living like this when there are men out there who can give me the world. You’re not the kind of man I want anymore.”

Just like that.

Four years of love. Four years of sacrifice. Four years of giving her my heart.

She dropped it on the ground and crushed it with her feet.

I walked out of her hostel that day with tears in my eyes, shame in my chest, and pain in my soul.

I was finished.

But that was only the beginning.
After that day, everything changed.

I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. My friends kept telling me to forget her, to move on, but they didn’t understand. How do you forget someone who became part of your every day? How do you erase the memories of walking her to school, of laughing over roasted corn by the roadside, of planning a future together?

I dragged myself to work each morning, but I was like a ghost. I would hold a spanner and forget what I was fixing. My boss had to call me one day and ask if everything was okay. I lied and said I was fine. But deep down, I was broken.

And while I struggled, Anita was living her best life.

Her social media was filled with pictures—her sitting inside flashy cars, holding iPhones, wearing new wigs, eating at restaurants I could never afford. It was like she was rubbing it in my face, showing me what she had now that I wasn’t enough for her.

She started wearing makeup every day, long eyelashes, painted nails. She even started bleaching her skin. The Anita I knew was slowly fading away, turning into someone else—someone I couldn’t recognize.

My friends showed me pictures of her with the Yahoo boy. His name was Dapo. He was tall, with tattoos all over his arms and gold chains hanging from his neck. He always had wads of cash in his hands, posing with cars that probably didn’t even belong to him.

People whispered that Dapo was dangerous. They said he didn’t just scam people online—he did rituals too. I didn’t want to believe it. But I knew that money… that kind of money doesn’t come clean.

But Anita didn’t care. She was in love with the money, not the man. She was flying to Abuja, going to Lagos, staying in hotels I could only dream of. My own Anita. The girl I sacrificed everything for.

One day, I was sitting outside the workshop, drinking pure water after a long day. I heard loud music, and before I could turn around, a black Benz parked right in front of me.

I almost choked.

Anita stepped out, her long wig bouncing on her shoulders, her lips painted bright red. She was wearing a short gown, one that didn’t even reach her knees. She was glowing—but not the kind of glow that comes from happiness. It was the kind that comes from vanity.

And then I saw him. Dapo. He stepped out from the driver’s side, tossing his car keys in the air, laughing loudly like the whole world belonged to him. He didn’t even look my way; to him, I was invisible.

Anita saw me. I was standing there, dusty from work, my hands still smelling of engine oil, my shirt torn at the edge. She looked at me and smiled, but not the smile I remembered. It was the kind of smile you give to someone you pity. She whispered something to Dapo, and they both burst out laughing.

I wanted to disappear. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. But I stood there, frozen, my hands clenched into fists.

Dapo grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and they kissed right there in front of me. Long and deep. I looked away. My chest burned with pain I couldn’t explain. My hands shook, my eyes watered, but I refused to cry.

When I finally gathered myself to turn back, they were gone. The Benz had driven away, leaving me standing there alone, broken.

My friends came and patted my back. “Forget her, Emeka. Forget her. That’s not love. That’s just greed.”

But they didn’t understand. I still loved her. Even after everything, I still loved her. My heart refused to let go.

But love isn’t enough when someone chooses money over your soul.

Beloved

WHEN PATTERNS WON’T BREAK:

WHAT TO DO AFTER THE FASTING, THE PRAYING, AND THE WEEPING

To the one who has done everything right—
You’ve fasted.
You’ve prayed.
You’ve sown seeds.
You’ve gone from altar to altar, from conference to conference.

And yet the pattern remains.

The same delay.
The same heartbreak.
The same invisible wall you can't name, but feel deeply.

Let’s talk—not with pity, but with power.
Let’s face this—not with fear, but with fire.
Because the gospel of Jesus Christ is not just for easy cases—it’s for stubborn battles too.

1. YES, THERE ARE PATTERNS THAT DON’T BOW EASILY

Scripture never hid this.

The boy in Mark 9 wasn’t just demonised.

“It throws him into fire and water, trying to kill him…”
“And your disciples couldn’t cast it out.”
(Mark 9:22, 18)

There was failure—even among the prayer warriors.

But Jesus didn’t deny the pattern. He confronted it.

Some patterns persist because they are deeply embedded—legal, generational, and territorial.
Some battles are not won by a night of prayer, but by a life of rooted identity.

We’re not here to offer another seven steps to your miracle.
We’re here to call you into unshakeable sonship.

2. IF IT WON’T BREAK OUTSIDE YOU, IT’S TIME TO BUILD SOMETHING INSIDE YOU

“Having done all, stand.”
(Ephesians 6:13)

When you've done all—keep standing.
Not just standing in effort—standing in revelation.

Sometimes, God allows patterns to persist so you stop measuring victory by escape and start living it by identity.

God is not only interested in taking you out of Egypt, but in building a version of you that Egypt cannot touch again.

This is what Paul calls:

“Christ in you, the hope of glory.”
(Colossians 1:27)

Glory doesn’t begin when the pattern stops.
Glory begins when Christ becomes your posture.

3. WHAT TO DO WHEN NOTHING CHANGES OUTSIDE: ESTABLISH DOMINION INSIDE

This is where most believers quit.
But this is where you rise.

a. Establish Yourself in the Word Like a Legal Weapon

“Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly...”
(Colossians 3:16)

When you’re under pressure, don’t just pray louder—pray lawfully.

Open scripture like a courtroom document. Declare it like a legal sentence.

Speak:

Isaiah 54:17 – “No weapon formed against me shall prosper.”

Galatians 3:13 – “I am redeemed from every curse of the law.”

Romans 8:2 – “The law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has set me free from the law of sin and death.”

2 Corinthians 10:4–5 – “I cast down imaginations and take every thought captive.”

Don’t wait until a Sunday service.
Speak the Word until your spirit breaks the agreement your bloodline had with darkness.

b. Redefine Success as Obedience, Not Outcome

You may be measuring victory by what changes around you.
God measures it by what is standing inside you.

Joseph was still in prison—yet he was reigning in mindset.
Paul was still in chains—yet he wrote epistles of dominion.

The evidence of spiritual authority is not always a changed environment—it’s a changed response.

Declare daily:

“Even if the storm rages, I will not bow. I am not cursed. I am in Christ, and that is final.”

c. Reject Emotional Agreements with the Pattern

Fear is a covenant. Bitterness is a gate. Resignation is a spiritual contract.

The moment you say, “Maybe this is just how my life will be,”
You’ve signed a contract without knowing it.

Tear it.

Declare:

“I will not be passive in my pain. I will not call permanent what God has called defeated.”

Even the Lord spoke on the cross.

“My God, why have you forsaken me?”
But even in that, He never changed His confession:
“Into your hands I commit my spirit.” (Luke 23:46)

You can weep in warfare. Just don’t worship the problem.

4. ACTS: THE BLUEPRINT OF ENDURANCE AND ESTABLISHED IDENTITY

The early church knew patterns too:

Acts 12: James was killed. Peter was next in line.
But the church didn’t stop praying, even when they didn’t understand the losses.
And Peter walked out of prison without a fight—because sometimes, patterns break when you stay planted.

Acts 16: Paul and Silas were beaten, chained, humiliated.
But they worshipped—not because it made sense, but because they knew who they were.
And the foundations of the prison shook.

If it’s not shaking yet, keep worshipping.
If it’s not breaking yet, stay in revelation.

You’re not waiting for a miracle.
You are becoming one.

5. WHEN PATTERNS PERSIST, BECOME A PATTERN BREAKER BY POSTURE, NOT PANIC

You’re not being punished.
You’re being positioned.

Patterns don’t fear loud prayers.
They fear rooted sons—those who know the bloodline of Jesus now defines them.

Declare:

“I am not from where I was born. I am from where Christ died and rose again.”

If it persists, don’t run. Don’t beg.
Stand. Speak. Stay rooted.
Because your consistency is often the weapon that finishes the enemy’s case.

6. FINAL WORD: THIS IS NOT DELAY—THIS IS YOUR DEPLOYMENT

You are being forged, not forsaken.
The fire is not burning you—it’s burning off what can’t go with you.

This is not proof God has abandoned you.
This is proof God is establishing you.

“After you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace... will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.”
(1 Peter 5:10)

Let the fire refine you.
Let the storm shape you.
Let the waiting root you.

Because when the pattern finally breaks, the enemy won’t just regret ever touching you—he’ll regret ever touching your bloodline.

You’re not just being delivered from something.
You’re being delivered into someone—Christ in you.
And when that revelation becomes your residence, the battle is over.
Even if it looks like it just began.

Regards

LETTING GO WITH GRACE

Beloved,

Letting go isn’t weakness. It’s choosing freedom.

You don’t have to carry that weight forever. Breathe. Write it down.

Cry. Burn the paper. Release it into the wind.

Make peace with your past. You owe yourself peace more than you owe the past your loyalty.

SCARS TO STRENGTH

Dearest,

Your scars aren’t signs of damage, they are evidence that you survived.

You loved, you hurt, you grew, and you healed.

Let each one remind you of how far you've come.

Don’t hide them—honor them. Because you are more powerful than the pain that tried to break you.