All posts tagged: Holy Spirit

Small Chops: The Gift of Community

Small Chops: A Nigerian term for Canapés, Hors d’oeuvres and the like. Small Chops: Quick thoughts of mine Taken from my IG Page (IG: @OlayideM), originally posted on 12 July 2017. An unexpected hour with my friend Nkechi had me ever grateful to God for the gift of Community. Community isn’t defined by proximity, but defined by a mutual value and appreciation of the gift. Don’t let social media fool you into believing your community is tight, true Community doesn’t require validation from likes, RTs and views. A few minutes on social media has never inspired or encouraged me (it’s done the opposite), a few minutes with true Community has made me feel I can do anything and everything. True Community will call you out about the worst version of you, and celebrate you at the same time. It will laugh with you, it will cry with you, it will pray with you (and especially for you) and more. True Community gets behind the scenes while being in front of the camera. It’s involved. True …

Small Chops: Despite

Small Chops: A Nigerian term for Canapés, Hors d’oeuvres and the like. Small Chops: Quick thoughts of mine Despite the fear of writing, He still gives me words to write. Despite not taking rest seriously, He still wakes me up to a new day filled with new opportunities. Despite not getting right, nearly all the time, all things concerning me have been made right in Him. Despite my struggle to stay connected to Him, with ease He reminds me of His love for me. He stays connected. Despite my shortcomings and endless failures, He succeeds on my behalf, staying flawlessly victorious. Despite it all, it’s His opinion of me that matters most. Signed @OlayideM SaveSave SaveSave SaveSave SaveSave SaveSave

Story: The Bakerloo Line ~ Oxford Circus to Charing Cross Part 2

Part 2 is here finally… catch up with part 1 here (or simply refresh your memories) Train stories ~ Short fictional stories inspired by real train commuters and I’ve intentionally not given the characters names. If I see you, I just may turn you into a story.  At 32 he stood tall and confident with his ginger hair slicked back, size nine antique brown brogues on his feet and his expensive fitted lapis-blue suit. Other than his achievements and his job, his appearance was everything to him. He held on tightly to his expensive Knomo black leather laptop bag in his left hand because he was incredibly nervous – rare. If his bag had a pulse it would have died. He had never been nervous about anything ever. The last time he checked it was 6:04pm now it was 6:05pm apparently time had no regard for him and refused to acknowledge his inner plea for her to come soon. For the first time in his professional life he had lost focus at work – it appeared that today …

Story: The Bakerloo Line ~ Oxford Circus to Charing Cross Part 1

Train stories ~ Short fictional stories inspired by real train commuters and I’ve intentionally not given the characters names. If I see you, I just may turn you into a story.  Date: 27th January 2016 She had always been the tallest girl in school, now look at her, a tall woman. Not just any kind of [tall] woman, nope, she was carefree and lived life outside “the boarders”. She was so carefree that eating the few peanuts that journeyed their way to her brown linen scarf in public, was not an issue for her. One peanut, two peanuts, four, she munched on them with a slight side-eye daring her fellow Bakerloo line commuters to question her or maybe she was looking out for anyone who had seen her. She realised it was the latter when her cheeks blushed slightly, she was embarrassed – rare. Between embarrassment and having a daring attitude she couldn’t help to think if she was on edge because she was going to see him today. It had been a year and half since …