“Sister Debbie, how do I know who to marry?”
I can’t tell you the number of times I get this message
I want to share something with you and it may get a bit gory so please brace yourself
I got pregnant immediately after our wedding and when I was 6 months pregnant, my water broke prematurely and I had to be admitted.
You know this story already.
What you don’t know is the behind the scenes
It was not funny. I was leaking amniotic fluid day in and day out. At times it was dripping at times it was gushing.
My husband and I were the only ones facing something we both have never faced. Our marriage was just 6 months old.
Because of the severity of what was happening, we had to be super careful and manage my movements so the water does not leak too much and so that the amniotic fluid is still enough to carry my baby till at least 35 weeks
I looked so horrible because I couldn’t bathe for days at a time.
If you saw my hair? You would just run. Because I couldn’t afford any movement so grooming was a luxury I could not afford.
There were times out of nowhere I would just start bleeding
There were times I could not do “number two”. Because apparently being stationary does not allow you have good bowel movements.
One day it got so bad I thought I would die. My husband was in the toilet with me as I was trying to do this and it was not working. This man was ready to help bring this thing out if possible.
I told you it was gory.
Yet there was not day my husband did not look at me like was the prettiest woman in the world.
Every he had to still work.
He would cook and bring to the hospital every single day, go to work, cook and bring again, and sleep on the hard chair beside my bed
We did this for 3 months.
Now let me answer this question:
Marry someone that can do hard things with you and for you.
Marry someone that thinks you’re beautiful even when your hair is not combed and your mouth is not brushed yet.
Marry someone that when hard times show up, they roll up their sleeeves and say “what can I do”?
Life is hard. And even though we don’t pray for it the truth is that sometimes storms show up.
Marry a partner who is good in the storm. Who is emotionally stable enough to brace storms.
Who won’t say he went to sleep with another woman because you were pregnant or you’re healing from postpartum wounds
Anybody can love you when you have on a pretty dress and smell like daffodils dipped in chocolate vanilla
Only a “husband” can love you even on days when bathing brushing are luxuries you can’t afford
Blessings!
I don’t talk about this often.
A few years into our marriage, my wife fell seriously ill. Doctors said she needed a kidney transplant urgently, and later, part of a liver too. To them it was “medical options.” To me, it was simple.
I didn’t pray to ask if I should do it.
I prayed that God would make me eligible.
When they told me I was a match, I felt relief..not fear. Signing those papers felt lighter than signing our marriage certificate, because this time I wasn’t promising with words, I was promising with flesh 😅.
The surgeries were hard. Recovery was harder. There were nights I couldn’t stand straight, days I questioned my strength. But every time I saw her breathe better, laugh again, regain life …my body felt small compared to the joy.
She still apologizes sometimes.
I still remind her: I didn’t give you organs. I gave you time. ❤️
Marriage isn’t flowers, aesthetics, or online quotes.
Sometimes it’s choosing pain so the person you love can live.
If I had to do it again, I wouldn’t hesitate.
That’s my wife.
That’s my marriage. ❤️
There’s something beautiful but terrifying about a dedicated walk with God. The eyes. He gives you His eyes.
Suddenly I’m walking the streets of Paris and seeing people differently.
A man approaches asking for change. I might still say no, but not with the same indifference as before.
A woman passes, wrapped in hijab, only her eyes visible. My heart breaks. I think to myself there is a rest for you.
You see the brokenness and degeneracy around you and it doesn’t irritate you anymore, it breaks you.
Cos you realize everyone is just trying. Trying to make sense of why they’re here, who they are, what it all means.
The love you’ve found? You understand now it was never meant for you alone. It’s there for them in the exact same way. That’s the terrifying part. That’s the beautiful part.
When we first moved to the UK, my husband was working 6–7 days a week, 10–12 hour shifts in a warehouse.
I was in school, still applying for jobs, and learning a whole new system.
Most men couldn’t last a few months in that place.
But my husband? He was built different.
Some nights, he would wake me up to stay online with his login details so I could help him pick extra shifts before others grabbed them at midnight. While he was on the warehouse floor, I was at home refreshing his portal, doing fastest fingers, reading for my course and applying for jobs.
During his breaks, we would chat online.
He would come home to a prepared meal and rest.
Sometimes we would sit together and calculate cheaper logistics routes.
There was a time I escorted him on foot for almost 25 minutes every morning just so he could catch a bus to meet his pickup junction on time.
He always informed me when he got to work.
Always told me his itinerary.
One day I asked him:
“Why are you rushing to pick extra shifts when others are resigning?”
He said:
“My wife and kids are my motivation. Whenever I think about you, I get strength. The job doesn’t feel hard again.”
It took a lot from me to finally convince him to leave that warehouse after he got a proper engineering job in his field.
Today, when we drive past some places, we laugh.
We pass the first house we rented.
The second company he worked for.
The first engineering job he got in the UK.
We remember the days he rode a bicycle to work.
His first bicycle accident.
The scars from some of the jobs he did.
Just a few days ago, we drove past those places with our kids on a fun outing and laughed like we were watching a movie of our past.
Sometimes people see you and assume the worst.
They don’t understand that many hardworking men are not driven by fear.
They are driven by love.
He was happy doing all he did.
Happy coming home to a wife he could be vulnerable with.
Happy building a future with someone who stood with him in the struggle.
This is an experience some people may never have in their entire life —
because they mock the kind of love that builds empires.
In this life, you don’t just need a partner.
You need a teammate.
And when you find one, protect it. ❤️
THE DANGER OF LIVING WITHOUT PRAYER🙏🏾🔥♟️
Men who don’t talk to God eventually end up listening to everybody else.
You can always tell when a man stops praying.
A man with no connection to God begins to move on impulse, calling it leadership when in reality it is desperation. Noise replaces clarity. Urgency replaces wisdom. Pride replaces patience.
When I talk to God, my decisions are sharp, calm and deliberate. But when I don’t, I second-guess everything. Not because I am weak, but because without God, direction is outsourced to the world and the world itself is already lost. How can a lost system give accurate directions?
Prayer is not weakness but it is alignment. It doesn’t remove responsibility but it sharpens discernment. A praying man doesn’t rush, doesn’t panic and doesn’t chase validation. He moves with conviction because he has first listened in silence.
When a man stops praying, confusion grows louder. Opinions multiply. Fear disguises itself as caution. And desperation begins to wear the mask of confidence.
If you don’t kneel before God, you will eventually bow to pressure.
If you don’t seek divine counsel, you will submit to public opinion.
Strong men pray not because they lack strength, but because they understand where true direction comes from.
Good night 👏
Another thing that made me know I married well happened immediately I landed in Canada
So a few days after I landed, my husband took me to the bank so I could open my own bank account.
When we got there, per usual I was asked to put in the four digit pin I wanted to use for my debit card.
My husband was standing beside me and as I was putting it in, he looked away.
I looked at him sharply wandering what that was about. I found it weird.
When we we got home, I asked him why he did that. “Why don’t you want to know my pin”? But I know your own” I asked him.
He said “you’re your own person. You know my pin because I told you” if you want me to know your own, tell me”
I told him but honestly I did not understand fully what he was trying to do till a few months into marriage.
That’s when I understood that my husband did not want me to become consumed. Even God gives mankind free will. And this is what my husband was modeling.
Because many times , Marriage consumes women. And sometimes, some Christian men wield this as a weapon mercilessly.
And I know this because I used to be in a relationship where it was all about him.
His vision. His plans. His calling. What God wanted to do with him. And it was now like “What about me? God does not want to use me for anything?”
You become consumed in the man that you lose your sense of self. Your dreams, your thoughts, your ideas out the window.
You hear people saying that your husband’s purpose becomes your purpose when you marry him.
So you won’t stand before the throne of God on your own to give account of the life He gave you? And mind you your husband will not be there to help you explain.
He wanted me to be his wife but still feel like my own person. First he led by example by letting me know all his pins and then allowing me share mine. Which I gladly did
My husband did not insist I change my name on socials because that’s the name people have known. And he said “let’s not confuse anybody. You’re my Wife and you carry my name where it matters most”
It was in all these subtle ways that he helped me be me and that’s why God has helped me to still have a voice and be useful to my generation.
And for that, I bless God for him everyday.
The Bible says that “two shall become one”
But the Bible also says that “each one stood before God to give account”
Not two standing before God o. Each person will stand before God by themselves. And that tells you that even in the two, God still sees each one.
Selah.
PS: I am not attacking men. Resist the urge to drop that contrary comment that is in your mind. I am not attacking men. I am sharing my experience which I think can help the young girls who look up to me.
Blessings.
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Joseph of Arimathea took down a corpse.
Hands still sticky with blood.
Skin already cold.
Touched death. Held it. Wrapped it.
Became ceremonially unclean for Passover.
For a dead man.
Here's what most Christians miss about the burial of Jesus:
Joseph was a wealthy man. A member of the Sanhedrin. A respected Jew.
And Passover was 3 hours away.
The holiest day of the year.
But he climbed Golgotha anyway.
Jewish law was clear:
Touch a dead body = unclean for 7 days.
Can't worship. Can't celebrate. Can't enter the temple.
Joseph knew this.
He'd spent his entire life following these laws.
But Jesus was still hanging on that cross.
Picture it:
The crowds are gone. The soldiers drunk. The women weeping.
Joseph approaches Pilate—the man who just murdered his Lord—and asks permission.
"Can I have the body?"
Pilate grants it.
Now Joseph has to actually DO it.
He walks to Golgotha.
Blood-soaked dirt. The smell of death. Three crosses against the sky.
Jesus in the middle.
Still.
Finally still.
Joseph climbs the ladder.
Grabs the first nail.
Pulls.
Feel the weight of that moment.
God's body in your arms.
The blood isn't dry yet.
It stains his expensive robes.
His hands.
Under his fingernails.
He can taste the iron in the air.
This is what obedience looks like.
Messy. Expensive. Permanent.
Nicodemus shows up.
Another secret disciple. Another Sanhedrin member.
He brings 75 pounds of myrrh and aloes.
That's about $150,000 worth of burial spices in today's money.
Two wealthy men. Two cowards until now.
Finally brave when it's already too late.
They work fast.
Sabbath is coming. They have maybe 3 hours.
Wrap the body. Pour the spices. Seal the tomb.
The sun is setting.
Joseph is now officially unclean.
Can't celebrate Passover tomorrow.
Can't enter the temple for a week.
Think about what he just gave up:
His ceremonial purity.
His Passover celebration.
His reputation (everyone saw him bury a "blasphemer").
His position (the Sanhedrin won't forget this).
His safety (Romans might come for disciples next).
All for a dead man.
But here's what most Christians miss:
Joseph didn't do this expecting resurrection.
He did it expecting NOTHING.
Jesus was dead. Gone. Finished.
This wasn't faith in resurrection.
This was love for a corpse.
That's the part that wrecks me.
Joseph touched death—literally—knowing it meant giving up everything.
Not because Jesus promised him anything.
But because Jesus deserved honor even in death.
Modern Christianity wants clean obedience.
Safe obedience.
Obedience that doesn't cost you Passover.
But Joseph shows us something different:
True discipleship gets your hands dirty.
You want to follow Jesus?
Then stop avoiding the messy parts.
Stop waiting for clean opportunities.
Stop demanding that obedience be convenient.
Joseph climbed Golgotha when everyone else went home.
He wrapped a corpse when he could've stayed clean.
He missed the holiest day of his life to honor a dead "criminal."
He risked everything when there was no visible reward.
That's not religion.
That's worship.
The twist?
Three days later, that tomb was empty.
Joseph gave his grave to Jesus.
Jesus left it empty.
Forever.
Joseph thought he was burying God.
He was actually setting the stage for resurrection.
Your messy obedience?
God's using it too.
Even when you can't see it.
So here's the question:
What are you avoiding because it's too messy?
What obedience are you postponing because it's inconvenient?
What grave are you unwilling to give?
Joseph of Arimathea held death in his arms.
Got blood on his hands.
Missed Passover.
Lost his reputation.
And earned his name in all four Gospels.
Religion says "stay clean."
Discipleship says "get dirty."
Joseph chose discipleship.
What are you choosing?
—TBM
One thing I struggled with as I landed in Canada was purchasing
Yes, like to buy stuff
My head would not just stop conversion of Dollar to Naira
When I want to buy “sweet” and I see $3 the Nigerian in me would quickly do the math
And I’m like “how can I be licking sweet of 5000 naira?
How can I eat biscuit of 15,000 in one sitting??
On and on it went
It was such a struggle
I had to repeatedly tell myself,
“you’re not in Nigeria and this is not naira you want to spend”
It took a while but my brain switched
And the Holyspirit brought something powerful to my heart
Child of God, can I preach to you today ????
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This happens to a lot of us
When you come into Christ, the Bible tells us that “for He that is in Christ is a new creature, old things are passed away and all things have become new”
Sometimes, our minds have lived in Babylon for too long
And so even after you come to Christ, it doesn’t want to change
You keep doing “conversions”
Your lips still want to talk like the Babylonians
The sounds of Egypt are still ringing in your ears
Your spiritual reality has changed but your mind is stuggling to catch up
And this discourages a lot of people because they are confused at what is happening
That’s why the Bible says “ And be ye Renewed by the transformation of your mind”
The devil is still lying to you and reminding you of your guilt
Evil spirits still want to come and torment you at night
You need the WORD
You need to be loaded and soaked in God’s word
You identity has changed
Your location has changed because you’re now seated with Christ in heavenly places
You need to constantly renew that mind in the word
And tell the devil , my address has changed
I know I was so bad
I know I’ve made mistakes
But Jesus calls me new now and so I’m new in Christ
When the devil wants to shout his lies to you, scream back the truth of Gods word!
Send that devil back to hell!
I remain your Sister in Christ.