random thoughts and a needed selah

On Rest, Reflection, and the Stories Still Unfolding

It’s so easy to get swept up in the noise, both online and offline, that we forget what it truly means to live, to love, and to pause long enough to reflect on God’s word. Sometimes we need to step back, journal, and filter our thoughts, reassessing our existence in the process.

We weren’t made to constantly absorb the weight of other people’s lives and news online. When we do, it numbs us. It desensitizes us to the chaos around us until the unthinkable feels almost normal. Hundred years ago, it wasn’t like this.

Today, while doing the dishes, I caught myself thinking: if I were asked to rate this planet, I’d probably give it a 0/100. Or maybe even -100. We all live here, and we raise little humans here, but sometimes it’s exhausting. Even when you try to look on the bright side, the heaviness of life presses down. Bad news arrives, and suddenly it feels like the world is ending.

And in moments like that, I can’t imagine how Jesus bore the sins of the world. It makes following Him so worth it. Because given the choice between this chaotic, broken, degenerate world and the love of my life—Jesus Christ. I’ll choose Him every time.

new story update

Now, I know I promised you a new story update—Adeola’s story. But since it’s still a fresh development (one I didn’t even see coming), I’ll be stepping away for about two weeks. I need time to tidy up Moyo’s Dilemma before sending it to my editor, while also drafting and plotting Adeola’s series. More than that, I need to let my spirit breathe, to rest, to find fresh nourishment in God’s word.

I’ve been on the move since Moyo’s Diary launched, and I realized I haven’t truly paused. I don’t want to burn out again. I want to care for the craft God entrusted to me while also committing the rest of this quarter into His hands.

moyo’s diary update

If there’s one thing I’m happy about? It’s the leap of faith I took to print copies of Moyo’s Diary in Nigeria despite my fear and misgivings. Moyo’s Diary may not have made me a millionaire or landed me on an international bestseller list, but I’m deeply grateful. Grateful that I get to live a bold and fulfilled life, the kind of life my 20-year-old self never imagined possible. A life God is still shaping. A life that calls me to share His gifts, depend on Him fully, and trust that He alone sustains me, not a prestigious job or accolades, but Him.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. For reading, supporting, subscribing, and cheering me on. Truly, we’ve come a long way together.

See you soon. Bloom with Love. Xx!