Artistically Evangelical Letters
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Removing the conceptual spear of destiny to throw it into the depths of the infinite.
Action inspired by the Spirit of the Lord, given the fact that in present times I do not feel comfortable in how you live the dedication of the new knowledge of the gifts and the Spirit of God, to perceive doubts concealed with skinny technicality that witness vague homage to the Holy Word, my work must pass between the examination of the fire of the Holy Spirit filtered with the designated building work and if it remains on the biblical foundations of strong castles built on solid rock, I will proclaim my work and I will reveal it to the Christian brotherhood
After the humble publication, without intention of self enhancement or praise my own work will be treasured in the library with the following texts and biblical paragraphs in which I find answers to my doubts as a basis of my revealed intention to learn and compare the healthy of my thoughts with the gift of word Life and wise light of the knowledge of God in Christ our Lord, because the value represents my testifying Faith to enrich and the appreciation to the healthy Christian edification (Matthew 10: 30, 12: 33 to 37, 14: 25 to 35, 2 Corinthians 3, 6: 6, Romans 2: 21, "3": 1 to 8, "19 to 20", 14: 14 to 23, Hebrews 9: 16 to 17, Mr. 14 : 24; Luke 22: 20; 1 John 1: 7; 1 Co. 11: 27; "Ps. 104. 34")
ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴹᵞ ˢᵀᴼᴿᵞ?
"Kenneth."
He kept pacing.
"...and I met you. You weren't okay and it just broke my heart for some reason. How much can one person take? And I keep feeling this tug towards you, to check up on you but you're so stubborn. I had to pray about it all the time because I felt my heart was deceiving me or something. God knows how confused I was before I accepted that..."
He just paused.
"That what?"
"That I liked you."
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In my story I'm a child of unfortunate circumstances, born to a reckless father and a housewife mother although the world thinks I have it all. In my story I struggle between loving my parents even though their actions make me angry, I struggle to be the shield for my sister while leaving her alone to pick herself up, I struggle to fit in with my peers even though we we've been friends for years. I can't even hold on to the person who saw me and wanted me. I hide myself behind thousands of questions, anxiety and fear.
In my story I'm just another girl raised in Ibadan with nothing to look forward to. Hope is unknowingly what kept me together, hence I started writing letters.
What am I hoping for? Who am I hoping on? Why? Why do I write to a person I can't see? How desperate must I be?
I hope in a God I used to have around me. Though I don't blame him, I question why he left me, if he's still out there, and if he can still help me.
Or maybe he never left me at all.
"𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠."
𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑠 17:27
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