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The Woman 3 🌼

Women are beautiful. They are all so different, yet each is uniquely made. Some are tall and have used their height as an advantage to take over the modelling industry. Some are short. Some are Black, some are White, some are Indian, and others come from countless other backgrounds. Some have dimples. Some wear glasses. Some are athletes, musicians, and career women. Some are vendors selling on the street corner, while others are on television, starring in one show or another.

Some proudly wear their natural hair, while others love their braids and wigs. Some enjoy wearing makeup, while others embrace their natural faces. Some are lipstick girls, some could finish the entire stock of lip gloss in the beauty aisle, (like some people I know) and some? They effortlessly rock both. There is so much that can be said about women, but one thing is certain, one thing for sure, women are beautiful.

When God created Eve, He placed something unique within her, a womb. A woman is the only human being created with a womb, and it is one of the distinguishing features of womanhood. God designed the womb to nurture life, making women the only God-ordained gateway through which every human being enters this world. So if l saw a pregnant man I’d be shocked, because how sir? Leave that to the ladies please. Every person born has come through the womb of a woman.

It is within her that a seed is nurtured, developed, and eventually brought forth as new life. To me, it seems that many women have forgotten just how unique, significant, and valuable they are. The ability to carry, nurture, and give birth to life is a remarkable gift that reflects God’s intentional design and should never be taken for granted. Let me just say this to every woman reading this, you should never be taken for granted even by yourself.

I have seen many women who have never truly taken the time to understand their beauty and identity being swayed by society’s demands to look like one particular woman. Do we really think God was incapable of giving us all the same face and the same body if that was His intention? Why, then, are so many striving for one identical image?

“Oh, I must be light-skinned with big curves. Ah, dimples would be nice, add those to my cart. Give me a tiny waist, smaller than my pinky finger. Increase my chest, from lemons to pumpkins, pleaseeeee it’s a “neeed”. Oh, and don’t forget to change my nose. It has to be perfectly pointed. Sharper than a double edged sword. If possible can it point up? Doctor, I can even pay extra to change my whole face.”

Who told women they were ugly?

It reminds me of God asking Adam in the Garden of Eden, “Who told you that you were naked?” (Genesis 3:11). In other words, Who gave you this information? Where did you hear it? Because whenever a belief begins to shape our identity, we must examine its source. We need to find out what the real issue is? Is it external or within? What is the source of what is happening on social media today, where so many people are consumed with looking like a doll only to live with regret later?

Can I be honest with the ladies? Sometimes we don’t take care of ourselves. We are beautiful, but sometimes we don’t even care a little about ourselves. We neglect our mental health, our physical well-being which I’ll talk about tomorrow and even how we present ourselves socially. My sister, why are you in town wearing clothes with soup stains from last Christmas? That shirt could have been ironed. And those braids… four months, my sister? Please wash your hair.

We have to balance the truth, people of God. We have to. I know we sometimes say, “It’s my personal life.” Fair enough. But God’s Word is applicable to our personal lives too. Why are your used sanitary pads lying around everywhere? Sister no. Let’s do better. Why are you at the mall with an unwashed face, speaking at the top of your lungs, yet your toothbrush has been dry for two days? That too, in a sleeping gown.

Oh, we all have those days when we’re tired, overwhelmed, or simply lazy. I have them too. But why must it be every day? Why should it be a norm where people just know you for not being presentable? Wash up during your period. Wash the armpits, yes o. Use deodorant. Brush your teeth. Moisturise your skin. Take care of your hair. Iron your clothes. Smell nice. Present yourself well. This is not about trying to become beautiful. You already are.

You’re not creating beauty; you are maintaining it. God already did the creating. Your assignment is the maintenance. That beauty of yours deserves care. But shall I tell you something? The beauty of your heart deserves even more care. We need hygiene there too. Hygienic words. Some women can talk nonsense, eh! Every word from your mouth cannot be cussing all day. Every conversation cannot be gossip. Every sentence cannot be tearing someone down. My sister, you’re a child of God.

Do you know that many of the things we have made part of our lives are completely against the Word of God? We’ve normalised what God calls us to put away. We’ve become comfortable with attitudes and habits that don’t reflect Christ. “Normalise being rude!” No we won’t my darling. We don’t want to. Where are the loving women with beautiful hearts? Where are the women who can yield to God and be transformed? Where are the women who are intentionally kind? Where are the women who choose gentleness?

Why look like a queen on the outside while carrying a horrifying heart on the inside? Makeup can enhance your face, but it cannot beautify your heart. Lip gloss can make your lips shine, (there’s someone l know) but only the Holy Spirit can make your words life-giving. Dear woman, today I’m saying to you, you are beautiful, inside and out. Maintain the beauty. Tend to your garden. Pull out whatever doesn’t belong there and allow God to cultivate what does.

Never again listen to any other voice that says otherwise. The God who created you is the One who defines you. Walk confidently in the beauty He has already placed within you. To the men, Incase you forgot and needed reminding, women are beautiful.


“Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration, what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body.”

Psalm 139:14 (MSG – The Message):

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you

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The Woman 2🌺

In some parts of the world, we still have women being treated like servants. We still have women who are denied education and employment, and all they are expected to do is marry and have children. In some countries, a girl is seen as a woman long before she is ready. At a very tender age, girls are married off to much older men, men who are old enough to have grandchildren and have a few teeth left. These are heartbreaking realities that still exist today. Today, I want us to define who a woman truly is. If you’re interested, smile.

In the book of Genesis, we are introduced to a woman named Eve. One unique thing about Eve is that she was created a woman; she was not born the way you and I were. Because of that, we need to distinguish between Eve’s creation and the journey of every other female born into the world. Unlike Eve, we all begin life as girls before we become women. So before we define what a woman is, let’s first define a girl. What is a girl?

A girl is a female child or young female who is in the process of growing and developing into womanhood. She is not yet a woman,
but a young female person who has not yet reached adulthood. She is in the stage of growth and development , physically, emotionally, mentally, and socially before becoming a woman.

This definition makes it clear that a woman is a female who has grown and reached maturity. She has developed physically, mentally, emotionally, and socially. If these areas of development have not taken place, a female may still be in girlhood, even at the age of 30. In my view, age alone does not determine maturity. However, from a biological perspective, the brain, particularly the prefrontal cortex, which plays a key role in reasoning, decision-making, and self-control continues developing into the mid-twenties, often around age 25.

This is one of the reasons adulthood is associated with greater maturity. In other words, a woman is first a girl and then grows into womanhood. Shall I tell you something? Every woman was once a girl. No one is born a woman; womanhood is entered through growth and development. That said, what then is the confusion on social media about gender? How many genders are there? Scripture clearly says two and nobody on scripture decided at 20 that they wanted to be a different gender and God granted it. Nobody.

So we learn that women are first girls. It is during that girlhood that we are to be taught our identity. You’d be shocked how many little girls now think they are boys and how many little boys think they are girls. Remember yesterday I said we are defining a woman by first connecting her to her creator , God. Anything God has not said or approved , we avoid completely. Some of you who have children, you need to solidify on this because the world is deteriorating and teaching them all the wrong things.

There are women who are still girls. Paradoxically, they have the age and physical appearance of a woman, but their minds remain in a place of girlhood and immaturity, a place of undeveloped identity and incomplete growth. Buffering growth. Still on 43% at 45 years old. Hmmmmm. The truth is, a woman can display childlike or girlish traits from time to time, but a girl cannot act like a woman. Did you catch that? A woman may act girly, but when a girl begins trying to live as though she is already a woman, something has gone wrong.

Welcome to the world we live in today, where many teenagers on social media are rushing into adulthood. They imitate the lifestyles of grown women, pursue relationships with much older men, and carry burdens they were never meant to bear at such a young age. They are in a hurry to enter womanhood, but I don’t know about you, womanhood is not an easy hood. As for me, Yhoo. Yho x 567 billion.

I want to say I’m sorry to every girl who had to grow up too fast. I’m sorry for the responsibilities you carried before you even had the chance to discover who you were. I’m sorry that life forced you to mature when the season simply called for you to be a girl, to play, to learn, to dream, and to be a child. I’m sorry to every little girl who was sent into the homes of older men, where her young, underdeveloped body was exploited for someone else’s gain. I’m sorry that those people are oftentimes, not sorry for hurting you.

I’m sorry to the girls who grew up without the example of a healthy, godly woman to guide them into womanhood. And if you’re reading this blog and you see yourself in these words, my darling, I am so, so sorry. You deserved a childhood. You deserved protection. You deserved the time and space to grow into the woman you were always meant to become. You deserved to be a girl first, enjoying all those colourful hairstyles, Barbie dolls, and so forth.

As a woman myself, I have come to appreciate that God didn’t create everyone the way He created Eve. We all had to be born. Imagine if God had to keep forming each of us from the dust every time! The only part of that I think I would’ve enjoyed is that I’d probably have met my husband immediately. Lol. You just wake up & tadaaaa 🎉

On a more serious note, I want us to be intentional about supporting girls and women. Let us stand for justice for girls who have been abused. Let us buy a pack of sanitary pads for someone who cannot afford them. Let us be a blessing, whether it’s to an orphanage or simply to one girl or woman whose day you can brighten. Are you gonna do it? I’m proud of you already sha.

This month of August, do something kind for another female. Buy a pack of hairpins. Gift someone a pair of earrings. Whether you’re a man or a woman, bless a girl or woman with something thoughtful. Maybe it’s a pair of pink shoes for the little girl who walks the streets in worn-out sandals. Maybe it’s a pair of heels for a woman who would never expect such kindness. It doesn’t have to be expensive, it just has to come from a heart of love. We are all doing it aren’t we? Wooolalahhh! Perhaps a target of 3 women you’d like to give a smile?

This month, I trust that we will become better women by helping another woman or girl become better too. To the girl in you, I’m sending you the biggest hug. To the woman in you, I want you to know this, you are special.

See you tomorrow.💖

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you

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🌸The Woman🌸

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Who do you have?

“The impotent man answered him, Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool: but while I am coming, another steppeth down before me.”  John 5:7 (KJV)

Some of you replied to that title from yesterday saying, “I’ll be your man,” while another said, “You’d have a man if you didn’t reject me.” You people are hilarious, l think. One day I’m going to organise a stand-up comedy show just for you because the talent is clearly there. Please don’t sit on your gifts, guys. 😂 Anyway, let’s stay on the actual topic. My man will come oooo! Be praying there. Okay, sharp.

The conversation between Jesus and the man at the Pool of Bethesda is quite interesting. When Jesus offers to help him, the man responds, “I have no man.” Honestly, I understand where he was coming from, and I’ll tell you why. I totally get him. I don’t know about those who grew up with a silver spoon and never really had to struggle, I thank God for you. But for those who have endured hardship, you can genuinely find yourself with no one to help.

Some people are truly alone in this big world. No one checks in on them, no one offers support, and no one has ever done anything significant to ease their burden. Many people I’ve counselled have told me they feel invisible. That is heartbreaking because every single one of us deserves to be seen, to be loved, and to be considered.

I like that the man was well aware of his situation. Some of us don’t even realise that we actually have no man. We think all these people surrounding us will really show up when we need them most, but time and again we’re disappointed because they keep proving us wrong. I remember a season when my life became so busy with people texting me every hour, for prayer, for advice, for this and for that and I was always available for them.

When I was going through one of the hardest seasons of my own life, you would find one person, or sometimes no one, there for me. Do you know how heartbreaking that is? Some would even message me without first asking how I was. They would simply say, “Hey V, please pray for me. I’m going through ABC.” No “How are you?” No checking in. What if in the hospital? God forbid but what if I’m not okay at all? Would it hurt to check in first?

When something happened in their lives, guess who was always available? Me. And I would be, because I genuinely love them. The truth is, they had me, while I had no man. So I relate to the man at Bethesda. Sometimes we have people around us during our joyful seasons, but when life gets difficult, they all know you’re at Bethesda. They know you need help getting into the pool, yet they never come. It’s a very sad reality. Even sadder for some of us whom people always assume are okay. I don’t know who started that rumour about me, but it seems almost automatic that people think, “Ah, she’s always okay.” Well, that’s a lie.

Another interesting thing about this man is that he recognised his need for people . There’s a misguided group of people who believe they need nobody that they’re perfectly fine “on their own.” They’ll even say, “As long as I have God, I’m good.” Some go as far as making up quotes that God never said, “This year God said, ‘My daughter, I will make you strong by cutting everyone off.’” Really? When did God say that? Or did you find that on Pinterest to justify whatever emotions you’re feeling?

People isolate themselves from the church, from community, and from the very help God often provides through others.You need people, my friend. This whole “I’m a rock. I’m strong. I don’t need anyone” mindset has to stop. Some of us have become so ‘strong’ that no one can even be there for us. Strong to a fault. Some of us of us is me, by the way. We wear independence like a badge of honour, yet in doing so, we rob ourselves of the beauty of receiving love, support and help from others.

Whether we like it or not, God created us for community. Actually you must like it o. We need people. Let me ask you a question, who do you have? I’m not talking about the people who simply laugh with you, but the ones who cry with you too. Who can you text or call in the day of adversity? While you’re busy holding everyone else’s hand, who holds yours? One of my pastors recently asked me that question, and today I’m asking you. Who has your back?

Who can you call when you need help with something, and even if they can’t help, they would at least answer your call? Who can you say to, “I’m going through ABC. The pool has been stirred, and I need help getting in. Can you help me?” Who helps you? By the way, I’m not trying to stir up emotions for the sake of it. I’m also not talking to people who don’t know how to nurture relationships those who mistreated the very people God placed in their lives and then wonder why no one is there for them. I’m not talking to you.

I’m talking to those who have genuinely done their part, who have loved, served, shown up, and yet somehow are forgotten when they need someone. I’m talking to those who can’t even think of one person in their own family who intentionally checks in on them, not even their own parents or siblings. Who is in your corner? Who is on your side? Who can be trusted to bandage your wounds on a day when life has left you bleeding? Think about these questions carefully. They may reveal the difference between those who are truly your friends and those who are simply acquaintances.

We will continue tomorrow.

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you

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I have no man

“The impotent man answered him, Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool: but while I am coming, another steppeth down before me.”John 5:7 (KJV)

Happy New Week, Yielded People! I trust you all had a great weekend and went to church. Can I share something with you? Many Christians have adopted the world’s mindset that resists leadership and correction, yet when we look at God’s Word and His Kingdom, we see that leadership and submission to godly authority are foundational principles. Standard procedure. God Himself established the structure of the Church, placing believers under the care of shepherds.

We can have opinions and make excuses, but the same God whose promises we believe is the same God who commands us not to neglect gathering with other believers. The standard we hold pastors to in obeying God’s Word is the same standard we should hold ourselves to. Stop arguing with the Word. Go to church. Be submitted somewhere. Be part of a Christian community. A word is enough for the wise, these are wooorrrdssss so it’s more than enough! Now, let’s get into this week’s business.

The Bible gives us a very interesting story of a man who was lame. It doesn’t tell us how old he was, but it does tell us how long he had been lame, thirty-eight years.This suggests that he wasn’t born lame, (please do your research as this is just my personal revelation) He must’ve became lame at some point in his life. I often wonder at what age it happened, but either way, he had to adjust to the life of a lame man. That’s my first observation.

This was someone who had once been functioning normally until tragedy struck. Much like Job, everything can seem to be going well until life suddenly changes. Perhaps you lose your parents and life becomes unstable, or your spouse begins to change, and you find yourself adjusting to a life of pain. From one experience to another, I’ve learned that adjusting is never easy, especially when the circumstances forcing the adjustment are painful. What did you have to adjust to?

Was it learning to live without a friend you had grown so close to? Was it loss? Was it losing a job and going from being constantly busy to not knowing where your next income would come from? Was it divorce? What happened to you that forced you to adjust to a new reality? I have a few stories of my own where life suddenly changed, and I had to adjust. Ehhh. This man went from living as a healthy man to living as a lame man. Others go from being happily married to divorced, from being financially secure to struggling to make ends meet.

The years begin to count, one year, five years, ten years, until thirty-eight years have passed. You cry until you can’t anymore. Your hope is crushed so your heart becomes sick. Thirty-eight years is enough time for someone to have graduated from university, built a career, gotten married, and perhaps even raised three or four children but this man had none of that. He missed out on what many would consider the normal unfolding of life. Some of us know exactly what that feels like. You can see yourself in this particular blog.

Misfortune can keep you in one place. A season of being “lame” can leave you unable to walk, unable to progress, unable to move forward, unable to achieve, unable to do what you know you’re capable of, and unable to live the life you once imagined. Can you imagine how he must have felt sitting there day after day? We often talk about mental health, but what do you think his mental health was like? One of the greatest tragedies of prison is confinement, the lack of freedom, the inability to see beyond your very small surroundings, the limited space, the constant feeling of being trapped. It affects the mind. I promise you, it does.

In many ways, this man was living in his own prison. Every day he sat in the same place. What was he thinking? How was he feeling? Did he still believe that one day his life would change, or had hope slowly slipped away? Ok what about you? Do you believe your life can change? Is that something you genuinely expect, or have you adjusted to where you are & built a life around it. More importantly, how is your mind? How are you really coping? I hope you are doing well

So here we are, thirty-eight years of being single. Kai! “My lord please I’m tired about this!” Thirty-eight years of struggling. Thirty-eight years with what feels like no testimony. You watch others receive the very breakthrough you’ve been praying for, and somewhere along the way you’ve concluded that God doesn’t care about you or that He has forgotten you. I was watching a video about God on social media, and as I read the comments, one man’s words broke my heart.
He said,

 “I have loved God all my life. I am a good man. I was raised in church, but in one year my mom died, then my sister, then my dad all within two months. I cried so much, thinking, if I were God, I’d have done better. Nevertheless, I still believe.” 

I could see that those words came from deep pain. I’ve also heard people say, “God has favourites,” or, “Maybe I’m not on God’s list for 2026.” People of God, be careful not to build your theology on pain. Don’t camp in statements that are not rooted in Scripture, especially when your tragedy may not even have been sent by God as a test. Pain has a way of making us think and say things we would never have considered otherwise.

What words have you spoken out of pain? Or perhaps you’ve never said them aloud, but you’ve thought them in your heart. How do you think Job felt as he looked at his friends? They still had their health, their children, and their wealth, while he was the only one carrying such overwhelming loss. Yho! At the Pool of Bethesda, this man may have watched countless others come and go while he remained there for thirty-eight years. That’s what happens at Bethesda, some breakthrough first, some stay longer.

As l wrap up, I want to remind you of this, God has not forgotten about you. No matter how painful your story is or how long you’ve been waiting, I know this to be true, God is faithful. Today, Family, let’s hold tightly to that truth God is faithful. Your God is faithful. My God is faithful. Our God is faithful. Funny enough, I had planned to write about something completely different today, but I suppose God wanted this to be the message instead. I love you. Let’s continue tomorrow.

If you read my blogs but have never met this  Wonderful Jesus that I’m always writing about,  you’d love to get to know Him, Or you know The Lord but have found yourself drifting far from Him, I would love to talk with you. Please send me an email  on yieldedcwcenter@gmail.com or simply comment, and I will reach out to you