It’s Sunday morning. The first Sunday of the last quarter of the year 2025.
I just thought to remind myself and maybe you reading this😄
Good is good🙌♥️
Romantically, I’ve never been in this space before🥹. Honestly, it’s lasted longer than I expected. It feels dangerous. Truth is, I’m scared for myself😟. At the same time, I know well enough to never force what I don’t feel.
It’s a delicate place to be in and really dicey😕
I can’t be a pastor’s wife not because I don’t want to serve God but mostly because I’m not sure if I have that standard worthy of emulation. First, I can’t sing, I can’t quote scriptures, I can’t hold down prayers for hours🤦♀️.
I am fully convinced that everything is always working together for my highest good. Even if I tried, I couldn’t doubt it because life keeps proving it to me over and over again.
P.S: Cheers to the weekend🍾🥂
@falzthebahdguy Let’s not even quote the Bible on falz abeg😂. Fornicate as much as you want man.
There is no need trying to convince someone that black is white when it is obviously black🤷♀️