I’m so excited for the day that I get to scream about God’s healing power. I can’t wait for the day that I get an excuse to never stop talking about the beauty and the power of His unwavering love, grace, and mercy.
I will never understand people’s desire to see someone so low that you are eager to visit someone in their hospital bed when you haven’t talked to them for months.
The transparency is crazy.
I love when I’m reading and relaxing, pretending I’m on a work vacation, and then I’m suddenly surrounded by people in white lab coats reminding me that my entire abdomen is covered in cancer and they can’t figure out where it came from.
This is beyond terrifying.
I wish I had some Nigerian friends around me.
I have been craving Jollof rice and I might go crazy is I don’t get some.
Are there Nigerians in Pensacola or am I going to have to sift through YouTube videos?!
Only I can be in the hospital, after emergency abdominal surgery, with a painful tube from my nose to my stomach, and still be told that I have to be careful not to hurt feelings of the family around me.
I’m SICK of catering to sensitive ass people. Stop fcking visiting then!