I attended a women's program recently. During one of the sessions, we were told to hold hands, two by two and look into the eyes of the person whose hands you were holding. I have issues maintaining eye contact with people. Take a glance and look away. That is what I do. I remember the much older woman whose hands I was holding telling me it was not so difficult. With time I would get used to it. After a while we prayed for each other. The words just flowed in prayer. It felt good.
As a woman, if you saw me ( a fellow woman) for the first time, would you judge me without even speaking to me? Do I get a tag because of what I have on or the fact that I do not look a certain way on the day you laid eyes on me? Would I use the challenge you are passing through to describe you?
Would I ask my fellow married sisters to be wary of you
because of the word "single".
As a young woman, would you be willing to learn from an older woman? Do you know it all? Can you be corrected?
Can women be together in one room and
really be what we are...women- womb carriers, midwives, helpers?
It is common knowledge that the people you surround yourself with often reflects in the way you see and live your life. I have understood that better in the past few years.
I have friends. I think I have made more friends in the past few years.I have some major influences in my life.There is a special friend who tells me the truth, even though it hurts me and we probably will not exchange words for a few days till I cool off! There is one who knows my dream and gives me the opportunity to express it even if she has to come to me to do that! Some make me smile. Others make me think. Some make me go on my knees. Some make me work. Some just want to talk! A senior friend has taught me how important physical presentation is. I know I started dressing up better after I met her.She also hates mediocrity. I appreciate what I have because of some. I have taken a leap of faith with some.
I hear lifting words week after week where I worship. These days I see things differently. I have a green mentality. I now know what is important. Very different from what is urgent. I now view serving differently. Now, I am glad to go to God's house. I am also answerable to certain people there.I do not like it sometimes but it puts me in check!
The woman greeted me on the phone in the native yoruba language.
It was a strange number and I did not know w ho it was.
Then she introduced herself. I had her number on my other phone.
Some weeks ago, the workers in my church had gone on evangelism
close to our church vicinity.
I had spoken to a woman who was washing clothes by a tap. She told
me she washed clothes for money. She did not understand English and
was a moslem. Hmmm...How do I preach to a moslem and in the yoruba
language? I remember that not knowing what to do, I asked her if there
was anything she wanted me to pray about. She requested that I pray for
her children. I prayed . In yoruba language. Truth is I stumbled most times as
I do not think I have ever had to pray in yoruba.
We exchanged numbers as I saved my telephone numbers on her phone
and promised to give her a call from time to time. I called her a week later.
It was a pleasant call.
I was having a "not so good" day. One of those days when you feel so
overwhelmed and just wish someone would understand you and not
really say much...just be there.
Madam Mariama's call that day to know how I was doing reminded me
of seeds of care we sow into the lives of people. These seeds give birth.
Whenever, a face or name comes to your mind, to try reach out. It could be
through a call, a text, mail or a silent word of prayer. Somewhere, you will
be putting a smile on someone' face.