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‘I am leaving’, he said. Her body immediately began to tremble, and trying not to drown in a pool of tears, she manages to utter the words, ‘What do you mean?’. She’s afraid of what he might say and honestly, she knows exactly what he means. Without hesitation and much care, he responds in a harsh tone, ‘What do you mean what do I mean? I am leaving YOU! Geez. You don’t understand English now?” She began to cry and immediately goes down on her knees. ‘William please’, she begged, ‘we can make it work. I will try harder, I promise. Please don’t leave me, please.’ He pushed her out of the way and heads to the bedroom. She runs after him, still begging. To be healed To be loved To be appreciated This is all she wants, it’s all she’s ever wanted. Many came, promised her the world. More left. It was always one thing or the other. It’s either ‘She was too good’ or that ‘She wasn’t enough’ And now she’s with a man, who beats her but she tolerates it because well, at least
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Let Your Light Shine Bright

So I was looking at my past pictures and I have to say, I cannot believe how much I have grown. By that, I don’t simply mean physically but spiritually as well. It is funny but I see the growth in my pictures. I am not the same girl anymore. I am not the same person I was 10 or even 5 years ago. Heck, I am not even the same person I was last year! I am no longer the girl who was barely surviving, hanging on simply because I have to. No! Now I hang on knowing exactly WHY. I have a purpose. I have a reason for living. If I was not needed, God would not have created me. But HE DID. Oh, yes He did. He did it all, INTENTIONALLY, on purpose-fully aware. That is why I hang on-because I am not done yet and the good Lord is not done with me either. God is intentional, and there’s never a time where He’s unsure of the ones who He’s called. NEVER. As I look at my old pictures, I see a lost, confused soul led by her carnal desires (which are so deadly), prowling and yearning for approval.

GET TO KNOW ME TAG

Wasssuuuup guys! So the other day I discovered a really cool blogger. Her name is Taimi Taaya. You guys should check her out, she’s amazing. Anyway, she did a “Get to know me tag” which I thought was interesting and important as it allows me to engage with my readers. I present to you the GET TO KNOW ME TAG. Q: What is my name and what does it mean? A: My name is Leena Franscisco. I wasn’t really sure about the meaning of Leena so I had to look it up and I found that it means a ‘divine illumination’. How cool is that? My middle name is Pombili, which is in my native language-Oshiwambo, and it can be translated as ‘being at peace’. I used to hate the name Pombili though because I have a male cousin with the exact same name and I just felt like it was a name for boys, lol.   Q: Where am I from? A: I was born and raised in Tsumeb, Namibia. Tsumeb is such a beautiful town. If you have never been there please make time to come check it out.   Q: What are my favou

Walking with God daily

I woke one morning and was dismayed by what greeted me; ungratefulness. Shoot! I am late for my class, AGAIN! I set the alarm though, what happened? If I shower for 2 minutes then I just might make it, I thought. Then I remembered we do not have hot water and its winter. It is not exactly the season to shower with cold water this early in the morning. Okay now I was frustrated. I was frustrated at how late I was and even the mere thought of knowing I might not get a good seat in a class that does not have enough room to swing a cat. Man was I frustrated. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a possibility of a surprise quiz so there was no way I could miss class. All this time, I did not say one word to God. I didn’t thank Him for this day He has blessed me with or better yet, ask for His peace. Why haven’t I? At that moment, I am of the mindset that I have the right to this day and that it is not a gift. In fact, I felt like I was the victim. I felt like nothing was going my way a
A Letter to Scarlet Scarlet was a bright girl. To some, it seemed as though she had it altogether. Her smile looked like it cure diseases. Her presence was so vibrant that people wondered how she did it. 'Where is she from?', they would ask. Little did they know all that was behind her smile. Behind the beautiful smile, lay hidden brokenness, heartaches and parts of her she was not sure how to express or to whom. She wasn't perfect but she made herself out to be. Yep, she done played herself. She would go home at night and cry herself to sleep. She wasn't happy but she played the part so well, so well that she began believing it. Yes, she was a nice person, but that's all she had going for her. Then one day, she heard about a God who can heal. She doubted it because her entire lifetime, everyone who said would heal her never could. Heck, she didn't even know what she needed healing from. Oh Scarlet. So lost. So broken. Never really knowing, or bette

Hey sister, what's that you got on?

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. After trying on about five outfits, I still was not satisfied. I still did not feel pretty. What will they think? Do I look okay? Am I showing too much skin or is it just enough? Man, maybe I need a wardrobe change. What type of shoes will go with this? Then I heard my dad call, "Let's go! We will be late". My heart was kind of heavy but I left the room anyway. I grew up in a Christian household and we were always encouraged to dress 'modestly' but I just never understood why. Okay yes, I needed to look presentable. That is all I knew but it is actually deeper than that. I know I am probably stepping on some toes with this one but I just had to share. When you get up in the morning and are getting ready, what goes through your mind when you are picking out your clothes? Personally, I used to think "I hope someone notices me". This statement came from both a sexual and popularity point. I wanted the boys

Source of Happiness 🐦

I remember that day very clearly. Surrounded by so many people and yet, felt so alone. I knew there was so much noise as my friends were engaging in conversations in an attempt to cheer me up but somehow, I could not hear a thing. I laughed here and there but at most instances, had no idea what the joke was about. I was deep in my thoughts. Now that I think about it, I cannot even believe how consumed I was in my own thoughts. I felt suffocated. Now imagine feeling alone and suffocated. AT THE SAME TIME! As I sat there, with mixed emotions (so much joy from the presence of my loving, 'funny' friends together with the pain of just having lost a loved one) and in my own thoughts. I remember feeling completely numb and as though I am sleeping when infact, I was wide awake. I was so appalled by what suddenly came out of my mouth. It was not loud enough for everyone to hear, but I heard it. I asked God, 'Okay, what now? What am I supposed to do with myself now? What were YOU th