Thoughts? Pls make my day with your comment guys.. I need all the cheering up I can get with how this new semester is already draining me. What do we think of Meant To Be HIS so far...?
There was something in the air that day. As we clinked our glasses that morning and chatted away, I felt a shift. Something had changed, I did not know what but something was about to happen and for the sake of my sanity, I hoped it was something good. "Daddy!" Damon was in front of me the next minute, panting as usual after running around on the front lawn."Yeah buddy.""I wanna ask you something.""Okay...?""Why are you always sitting on this chair?""Oh," Ariana gasped. I signalled her to let me handle it. I could tell they had asked her this question before and she probably did not give them a satisfactory answer which was why they came to me directly."Daddy can't walk." I stated plainly."Why? Did you have an accident?" "Something like that." There was no need going into the details of the life-threatening neurological disaster that had occurred in my life."Is that why you were away for so long?""Yeah.""But mommy said you went on a trip." He turned to her with an accusato
It felt like a dream - too good to be true. But it was my reality, one too surreal to grasp. If I had ever at any point doubted the existence of the healing power of Jesus, this was more than enough proof that He was real and still capable of doing miracles just like in the days of old. "Jesus is real." I had heard him say repeatedly. He was still overwhelmed by the shock of walking on his own two feet again. But I was overjoyed. I had wept and screamed till my voice thinned out."Babe," I hugged him tight, standing in the middle of the living room as soon as we got home way past midnight. He crumbled to his knees in tears and I went down with him, giving glory to God, thanking Him for His mercy and grace. This was a man that was said would never walk again and just two months later. I repeat, just two months later! He was up on his feet. It did not make sense to the natural man why it was happening so fast but then God did not walk in our time zone. He never has, and never will. "
Injuries, cuts, pulls, pokes and all that could bring pain was all that came to Stella's mind. She wanted to inflict physical pain to at least dull the ache on the inside. If she could not be numb, maybe she could forget the pain by hurting herself or even ending her life. What was she living for? She had failed so woefully at life, she found her pretty face looking hideous whenever she passed by a mirror. All her life she had been trampled upon, been told she was just a dumb blonde and she had proved it right by the making the stupidest of decisions as the years went by. She was told that she was weak and not good enough for anything and once again, she had proved the naysayers right. Frail, lowly and mediocre, a weakling through and through, she despised herself. Months had gone by, she had failed her son again and here she was, unhappy with the life she had been deceived into wanting. She thought it was going to be fine. He said he was only going to take over Kingston Corp and ma
"I'm nervous. Are you nervous?" I asked squeezing his hand a little tightly as Ma Rosa brought the cake forward. "Is the camera set?" I wanted to get up and go check it. "It's recording already. Babe, relax." Damien said as he held me down. "I'm calm, I'm calm." I said more to myself than him. Holding our wineglasses up, we stood waiting for the boys to finish their count to three. We dug into the cake and I screamed when I pulled out a portion of cake and saw blue food coloring, "It's a boy!" "Okay you win." Damien chuckled. "I can't believe we're having another boy." I said, hopping excitedly. "I'm just as surprised as you are. Ava is about to be overprotected." Ma Rosa said even as Ava clapped her hands in glee, almost like she understood what was being said about her. "So what are we going to name him?" I turned to Damien. "I honestly haven't thought about it." He said, taking a seat as he dug into the piece of cake in his wineglass with a dessert spoon. "We still have so
"Stay with me. Babe stay with me!" I was in between yelling and begging her to stay awake for me. I held on to her hand, struggling between holding on tightly or tenderly. "Don't close your eyes. Please babe, please." I said. The nurses were trying to keep her awake too. Her breaths were slowing down and there was still a quick flow of blood that soaked the fabric on the stretcher. "God I need a miracle. We can't lose this baby. It'll break her." I cried out. This child was our hope of a new beginning. Something to look forward to. If we lost him, Ariana would be so broken. "She'll be fine." I heard Him say. I took that as a positive sign that she and the baby were going to be alright. I just had to remain calm and wait for the doctor to come out. I called Ma Rosa and managed to tell her what had happened without breaking down. She promised to reach Pastor Anderson and his wife so they could pray for us. "Thank you," I said to her just before I hung up. "Doctor?" I looked up as t
"You're off?" She asked me as I stepped into the kitchen. Apparently, she was getting ready to make dinner. "Yeah." I answered, gulping a bottle of water. "How long are you going to be gone for?" She asked. "I think the prayer meeting is about an hour or two," I said with an exaggerated sigh that made her laugh. "You'll get used to praying for that long if you do it consistently." She said after her burst of laughter had come to a halt. I nodded, "Yes ma'am. I have to speak to Pastor Anderson afterwards though." "You two decided on today?" "Yeah." I shrugged. "Okay, have fun." She waved me off but I went over and stole a kiss instead. "Take care babe." I said. "You too." She said back but I stayed there for a little longer, her forehead joined to mine. Attending the prayer meeting for the first time few weeks back was a tiring a experience for someone who had never prayed for so long. I sat down to catch my breath at some point. I had run out of words and was starting to sp
I dabbed the blending foam over my cheeks one more time, staring at the finished look in the mirror with as satisfied smile on my face. I was still good at this makeup thing despite doing without it after so long. Damien went out of his way to stock up on my makeup products. I was so shocked that he got the shades right. It was such a pleasant surprise. Things were coming together. With the help of someone in church, through Pastor Anderson, he was able to secure a remote job in a tech startup that paid quite a sum. We had carved out a home office for him in what used to be our guest room and whenever he was in there, he was not to be disturbed. I shut my eyes as I sprayed the setting spray over my face, completing the look and waiting for it to marinate as I set up the tripod and camera I was going to use for my video. "Oh my goodness Mama Mia," Damien came in just then and I blushed as he showered me with compliments. "You are delectably gorgeous. The most beautiful woman to wa
"You had one job, both of you! And all you can say is that they were good to you?!" She sighed in exasperation. "Dad, they were good to us. Why would we want to do that to them?" "You let Gerald win!" "At least now you're not caught up in their mess. It's now a family issue." "You made me lose out on a lot of money." "Aren't you wealthy enough? You framed my husband and put him in jail just for me to destroy someone who has never done any wrong to you!" She screamed in annoyance. "Shut up!" He said and coughed loudly. Cheryl wished he would just die already. "I regret having you as my daughter," he said to spite her. "Trust me, I wish I had died as a baby." She said and hung up. "That was so brave of you." Leon said, hugging her from behind. "I wish I had done this earlier." She sighed. For too long, she had hidden in the fear of losing her father's support but now she had learnt to be content with her husband's earnings. "We need to do something to help Damien and Ariana." S