God, Michael and Me

by Rosemary Okafor

Don’t be like Abraham's wife who doubted the prophecy of a son.

He will come to you.

Let the man come to you

My heart was burning for God so much that I wouldn’t risk losing the relationship I had with him because of a man who wouldn’t respect and honor Him the way I did. “So, you wouldn’t mind if he was poor?”

I wish I was the wine in her mouth right now, so I could be the one to arouse such moan from her. Get behind me devil.

Being madly in love with someone is a heartache. Nobody warns you of how much you would thirst for the person’s presence— in my case, his voice. And how you could go into a mental fit or throw tantrums when he ignores you for even a minute.

Jesus didn’t die for me to be stressing myself on things I had no control over.