The Issue of Cheating…

Hello Peeps!

I don’t know why I’m writing about this today. I guess it’s because I met up with a friend of mine called “H” (that’s the acronym in place of her real name that I won’t share on this blog) at the opening night of The Avengers movie screening. And let me tell you …. that that movie was AWESOME!!!! 😀 Y’all should check it out when you get the chance. 😀 But, I digress…

You see, I haven’t seen this particular friend of mine in such a long loooooong time, even before I got sick a year ago, and she was accompanied by her boyfriend to whom she introduced to me and I think that the guy is a nice guy for her. I had to give her kudos to this guy that she introduced me to, because my friend “H” has had this tendency to date some weirdos before, who seemed to be quite possessive in nature…which can’t be healthy in any relationship, but I got a good vibe about the one she introduced to me that night. Her boyfriend had a gentle demeanor about him and while he was with my friend at the movies, he was also taking care of his grandmother that had also accompanied them to the movies. That’s Man material right there lol 😀 !

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Anyways, my friend “H” had given me and my twin sister updates on a mutual friend of ours whom I’ll call “Z” that I hadn’t heard from in such a long time, and she told me that “Z” had broken up with her boyfriend that I remember being introduced to a couple of years ago before I got sick. When I met “Z”‘s boyfriend at a party that my friend “Z” was holding at her house, I thought that he was such an awesome guy! He was so polite, funny, outgoing and respectful and I could tell that he really loved my friend “Z”. The problem with my friend “Z” was that she had two sides to her that I knew about. In front of other people, she displays a character of a “good-natured” girl that doesn’t get into trouble; but the thing is, she’s really wild and has a problem with flirting with many guys… In fact, she portrayed this “good-girl” image for a while until one day she confessed to me that she’d slept around and had a problem with remaining faithful. I think she wanted to know what my reaction would be to that since she knew I was a “Christian” gal. I wasn’t really surprised by what she had told me because I could already discern all of that. And even though she was like this, I cast no judgment against her. I just felt that she was needy of male attention for the wrong reasons. I think me and my friend “H” entered our friend “Z”‘s life at a time where this girl needed some sense of stability in her life and not hang out with crazy and wild people that had no boundaries.

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My friend “Z” and “A” were great together!

“Z’s” boyfriend, to whom I’ll call “A”, was so polite and had encouraged his girlfriend (my friend) “Z” to invite “H”, my twin sister and I to attend a barbecue at his house as he introduced “Z”  and her “friends” (which was us) to his family. My friend “Z’s” intention of inviting us to this Barbecue was to portray that she had a “good-girl with good-friends” image in front of his family. I know full well, that “H”, my twin sister and I were not her only friends… In fact, we were not even the closest friends to her in my honest opinion. I know that “Z” had other friends, but they were wild and I mean WILD… However, she wasn’t going to have them come to this party because she knows full well that such friends would ruin her “good-girl” image in front of her boyfriend’s family. My friend “H” and I thought that “Z” shouldn’t pretend in front of her boyfriend’s family… However, she wanted to survive the night away and just get it over and done with… This whole thing made me question the motivations of my friend “Z” because I knew she couldn’t pretend like this for long. The party ended well, and her boyfriend “A’s” family seemed to respond positively to my friend “Z” after bringing us along to the party because the family believed that the quality of the girlfriend needed to be measured by who she hung out with. Although “Z” is my friend, she used me, my twin sister and my friend “H” for the wrong purpose of sucking up to her boyfriend “A’s” family. She was not being real with herself here…. *UGH!!!!*

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My friend’s boyfriend was so upset with the betrayal

Long story short… So when I met up with my friend “H” at the movies a few weeks ago, she updated me and told me that our friend “Z” had broken up with her boyfriend “A” because she cheated on him with some other guy. My friend “H” also lost touch with our friend “Z” after that incident since she stopped communicating with all of us put together.

I remember distinctly telling and warning my friend “Z” to not mess up the relationship she had with “A” because I could tell that he really loved her by the way he entertained us as her friends and the way he was so proud to show off his girlfriend to his friends and family meant that he was dead serious about this relationship. The guy was a great guy and I think that if my friend “Z” had remained faithful to him, she would have had a meaningful and lasting relationship. Again UGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I don’t like to say that “nice guys finish last”… like a cliché, but ughhhhhh… in this case… my friend “Z” made that saying become her truth. I was disappointed by the news. I hate seeing the future at times…but I kinda saw this coming knowing how my friend had cheating tendencies and (soul-tie issues) that she had failed to address earlier on as she would confess out of her mouth with the weird stuff she would say… UGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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Please make the right choices people!

Sometimes, when you look at other people’s relationships, you can envy them for simply obtaining the thing you desire for yourself…but I particularly find it aggravating when someone is blessed with something (like a real love relationship) that you wish you could have in your life and then they simply destroy it by the poor choices that they make. Some of us have to wait a long long time to obtain the very same thing that one already has at the tip of their fingers, and therefore, I simply can’t understand why some people would do this to themselves. I don’t want to be a harsh judge of character; however, I do feel sad for both my friend “Z”  for the poor choices that she made and also for her boyfriend “A” who remained faithful throughout the entire relationship and now suffers from a broken heart. The ending was just tragic at best.


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This example of a failed love relationship can be likened to how we all relate to God in our personal lives. God forever remains faithful towards us even when we are unfaithful to Him time and time again with our own actions. And yet, we as human-beings can remain fickle-minded and gravitate towards things that can break our relationship with Jesus so easily if we simply yield to our temptations. Our temptations become so paramount to satisfying our temporal needs, our tight-fisted egos and also to our seemingly insatiable desires, that we end up setting aside the sacrifice that God gave His only begotten Son, Jesus, to save us from the pits of death because of our sinful nature as an act of TRUE LOVE as we scour away in our various lusts and temptations.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

I don’t think that my friend “Z” knew what she had with “A” until he was gone. As people, we should not take who we have in our lives for granted. If God blesses you with meaningful relationships, then don’t take such relationships for granted. Don’t be pretentious with respect to your intentions when you relate with people. Be the genuine article at all times, because the respect you give is the respect you’ll get in return. My friend “Z” failed to respect her boyfriend’s heart and therefore lost out on a true life-long lasting love relationship she could have had with him. I could tell that he really cared about her enough to entertain whoever she cherished in her life as friends since he entertained us at his home party simply because we were “Z’s” Friends.

The ending is rather sad, but what I learned from all this is that when you choose to love someone:

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    Be Genuine in your love to another person

    Be genuine in all your endeavors, especially when you intend to pour out your all to such a person (your potential “significant other”/spouse).

  • Be discerning and do not be blinded by the mere “emotion” of love and yet fail to see the true character and spirit of the person you seek to yoke yourself with.
  • Be prayerful about every relationship you have in your life.
  • Be cognizant and aware of your own personal weaknesses and strengths.
  • Be real with yourself and Do Not lie to yourself and to others.
  • Confront your true self and learn to be vulnerable enough to show your true colours in front of the person you love.
  • Pray to God to break any unhealthy soul-ties (from past relationships both sexual or non-sexual) that can cause your current relationship to suffer.
  • Pray to God and seek to be forgiven of any moral flaws that you find in your character.
  • Pray to God to renew your mind, your body, your spirit and your soul to be crafted in the likeness of Jesus Christ.
  • Learn to forgive yourself when you make mistakes in a relationship.
  • Ask God to help you love your “significant other” as you learn to love yourself.
  • Ask God to guide you to the right person who is attached to the destiny of your life.

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In everything you do, simply pray to God for the answers. Do not underestimate the power of Prayer. I think that whether you’re in a relationship or not, it is always important to develop that personal intimacy with God on your own before you decide to yoke yourself to another person to join hands with you in your life’s destiny. People may come and go in your life, but what should always remain is your close-knit relationship with God on a personal basis.

don't cry eveHaving traveled and moved from place to place and from country to country since the age of 5, I’ve learned to say goodbye to my friends so many times that in some ways I’ve become used to the lack of permanence with respect to any relationship. The first time I had to leave a country to go somewhere else and leave my friends was when I was at the age 5. That whole experience of having to leave my friends and moving on to go to another country was so painful that I cried soo much with a broken heart as I left. I think that after the first time that I had to leave a country to move and go somewhere else, I subconsciously made a vow within myself to not hold people too dearly to my heart anymore because I felt that the pain of leaving them would hurt when I had to move on. I’m not saying that this was a good thing I did, it’s just that I felt every relationship I’d have would be temporary with no sense of permanence since I’d leave the country again at some point due to the nature of my grandparents diplomatic status… Because of that experience, I’m starting to realize why it is that I marvel at other people’s long-term relationships lasting, when in my life, the (friend) relationships I’ve ever had, wouldn’t last more than 3-4 years since I’d be moving from one country to another, due to the nature of my diplomatic parentage.

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I think that the moment I settled in Canada at the age of 16, was when I realized that my way of thinking about relationships was wrong, because now I have lived in a country for more than 4 years and could now see that long-lasting relationships are possible. I had to break that inner vow that I had made within myself as a kid with respect to no longer holding onto any relationship to be dear to me since I at that time couldn’t see any sense of permanence when relating to others. Hopefully, as I continue to grow in my faith with God, I’ll learn not to be too cynical about long-lasting relationships being possible, and hopefully, God can heal that part of me that still remains guarded in forming close-knit relationships with others in the first place since I’ve been betrayed and abandoned before and have lost the confidence of recognizing any real permanence in friend relationships since people can be so fickle. I hope I’m not too cynical in what I’ve just said. May God help me with this one. I believe that God is still dealing with me on this issue and so I’ll continue to work on it. Has anybody ever felt this way? If you have, holla in the comments down below and let me know how you’ve dealt with this.

To close off this post, I have a song to encourage you by Matt Redman Feat. Tasha Cobbs called Gracefully Broken. I pray that this song blesses your spirit today. God Bless You Everybody! 😀

The Serpent of Sin – Run or Tread?

Hello People!

Today’s contemplation comes from something that happened to me in the past. When I was little, I lived in Kenya with my twin and Grandparents who were diplomats. We lived at the Embassy and the house was huge! Even though the house was huge, the garden was incredibly spectacular at the back, because I think it was about 3 acres big or something…I’m not even sure if I’ve even got the dimensions of it right, but all I remember is that it was a huge garden and it wasn’t a typical garden because it looked more like a rain-forest type garden since we had various types of trees that were massive and created such a huge canopy that most of the garden at the back was covered in shade. I loved walking with my Grandpa and Grandma in the garden and would always run around in the garden with my twin since it was such a huge space. It was pretty awesome! 😀

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This is how Banana Leaves look like 

However, there was this one time when I was walking with my Grandpa and twin sister all the way to the back of the Garden which was something we’ve never done before because I had a project to do, and that was to make a small house with natural materials and I simply didn’t know how to do that. I told my Grandpa about this project and he said he’d help me make one using dried banana leaves that we could get at the back of the garden since we had banana trees growing at the back. So I ventured forth with my twin sister and my Grandpa to the back of the garden, and sure enough, there were a lot of good leaves we could use to build my small house out of natural materials as a project so he started to pick them up alongside with my twin. I wanted to help, and I had started to help out, but something caught my eye and I turned around and fled the scene. My Grandpa who thought I was right behind him felt like I had disappeared and my sister, turned around watching me run like a gazelle back to the entrance of the house.

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Let me run first and then talk later, Lol 😀

My Grandpa shouted at me and said “Nyasha! (That’s my African name). Where are you going?!!! Aren’t you going to help us?!!”. 

My twin also chimed in and said “YEAH, whatsup with that!???”

When I had gotten far enough from them as possible, this is what I said to them, shouting at them: “Grandpa!!!! Seky (That’s my Twin’s African name Sekai shortened)!!!!! SNAKES!!!! SNAKES!!!! I see snakes!!!!!!” 

At the speed of lightening, both my Grandpa and Seky ran for their dear lives from the back of the garden right up to the front entrance of the house. I thought it was funny that my Grandpa ran faster than my twin who was trailing behind. He literally ran at the speed of light, LOL!!! 😀

Seky screamed at me for leaving them there and asked me why I had just bolted away from them, abandoning them without telling them then and there that there were snakes in the midst of the banana leaves?

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Sherline running for her dear life lol 🙂

This was my logical explanation for my actions: I told them that I ran away from the scene quickly because I was tempted and wanted to scream at such a high pitch at that moment, that I thought it would alert the snakes and we’d all be bitten, so… my logic was to run away as far enough as possible so that the snakes couldn’t be startled when I started to scream. Therefore, they would have a chance of getting away from them unharmed which was what ended up happening. See…wasn’t that logical??? My sister frowned at me in a pretty ticked-off expression and was not amused… LOL 😀 . She still thinks I ran to save myself only…but I thought I did the right thing, LOL 😉 . My Grandpa on the other hand could see the logic of what I had said, but was still amazed at how I was able to spot a swarm of baby snakes that had hatched (which are pretty lethal when they’re young) in such a dark part of the garden where it was hard to see, as we were all out there scavenging for good banana leaves to make my model house.

So why am I telling this story? On the topic of Sin, I liken Sin to a Snake or Serpent.

As Christians, we can choose to either run away from it, we can tread on it, or we can choose to be bitten by it if we are seduced by it.

In the Bible, it explicitly tells us to do this one thing when it comes to addressing the Adversary (the Devil) of our souls:

Humility Cures Worldliness ] Therefore submit to GodResist the devil and he will flee from you.

But did Adam and Eve do this? Nooooooooooo! And that is why we are all paying the price for their mistake.

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In the book of Genesis 3, it was the serpent that deceived Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden through temptation as its choice of deception.

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When the Lord called to Adam, Adam was embarrassed to be seen by the Lord because he now knew he was “naked” and hid from the Lord after he had eaten from the tree of knowledge

Genesis 3:9-10 (NKJV)

Then the Lord God called to Adam and said to him, “Where are you?”

10 So he said, “I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; and I hid myself.”

When asked by God concerning how Adam became aware of his nakedness? What was Adam’s response?:

Genesis 3:11-12

11 And He said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you that you should not eat?”

12 Then the man said, “The woman whom You gave to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I ate.”

Image result for Adam and eveAdam places blame on God for the woman that He gave him as oppose to fessing up for his own mistakes. Man up ADAM! I think this was daringly bold of Adam to blame God for His own mistakes. He should have just been contrite and apologized, but instead, in his pride (Take Note that this is the first evidence of Pride entering into man through Adam’s words [confession] and his actions), he blamed God and didn’t take ownership of his sinful mistake.

In Genesis 3:13 – Eve places blame on the serpent for deceiving her with respect to the choice that she had made to eat of the forbidden fruit on the Tree that was in the midst of the Garden when asked by God what she had done. She knew she was not supposed to have eaten it, and yet fails to claim responsibility for her actions:

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13 And the Lord God said to the woman, “What is this you have done?” The woman said, “The serpent deceived me, and I ate.”

This whole “The Devil made me do it” argument just doesn’t act as a plausible justification for your actions EVE. As a consequence of Adam and Eve’s actions, the Lord was now pronouncing righteous judgment over this entire situation since none of the parties involved were forth-coming and repentant about their actions concerning the choices that they had made.

The Lord then said to the Serpent in Genesis 3:14-15 :

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14 So the Lord God said to the serpent:

“Because you have done this,
You are cursed more than all cattle,
And more than every beast of the field;
On your belly you shall go,
And you shall eat dust
All the days of your life.
15 And I will put enmity
Between you and the woman,
And between your seed and her Seed;
He shall bruise your head,
And you shall bruise His heel.

The Lord then said to the Woman in Genesis 3:16:

16 To the woman He said:

I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception;
In pain you shall bring forth children;
Your desire shall be for your husband,
And he shall rule over you.”

The Lord then said to the Man in Genesis 3:17-19:

17 Then to Adam He said, “Because you have heeded the voice of your wife, and have eaten from the tree of which I commanded you, saying, ‘You shall not eat of it’:

Cursed is the ground for your sake;
In toil you shall eat of it
All the days of your life.
18 Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you,
And you shall eat the herb of the field.
19 In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread
Till you return to the ground,
For out of it you were taken;
For dust you are,
And to dust you shall return.”

If Adam and Eve had simply owned up to their mess, I doubt that this judgment would have passed, but they failed to do so and this judgment is still in effect to this day.

In a way it seems like they were being cursed as the Lord was passing righteous judgment against them for their deeds; however, if you read the scriptures carefully, you will notice that the Lord was in fact redeeming the authority of Adam and Eve against the Serpent. 

  • The seed of the woman would always be fighting against Satan (Genesis 3:15)
  • The Devil would have enough power to bruise God’s people, but ultimately, it is Man that would have the authority to bruise the head of the serpent (Genesis 3:15)
  • Because of Eve, Women would now bear the pains of childbirth and they would forever desire their husbands and submit to them (Genesis 3:16). Had Eve initially submitted to Adam, this whole mess of being deceived by the Devil (who came in the form of a serpent) would have been avoided. Therefore, Women must submit to their husbands as was originally designed by the Lord.

    Marriage—Christ and the Church ] Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord.

    The Christian Home ] Wives, submit to your own husbands, as is fitting in the Lord.

  • Because Adam heeded to his wife’s commands and disobeyed the Lord’s commandment as a consequence, Men would now have to work hard to feed themselves and their families (Genesis 3:17-18) until the day they die (Genesis 3:19). This could all have been avoided had Adam remained submissive to the Lord’s instruction initially and had Eve remained submissive to her husband’s leading.

So people of God, when you think about the temptations that are out there to cause you to miss the mark (Sin)always remember that confessing your mistakes to the Lord can and will always redeem you to be in right-standing before God again. When you are contrite in spirit, the Lord shall not despise you because He really loves you.

The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, A broken and a contrite heart— These, O God, You will not despise

For thus says the High and Lofty One Who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in the high and holy place, With him who has a contrite and humble spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of the contrite ones.

For all those things My hand has made, And all those things exist,” Says the Lord. “But on this one will I look: On him who is poor and of a contrite spirit, And who trembles at My word.

So today, come before God with a humble heart and confess your sins and past mistakes so that you can be in right-standing today. Give God praise, for He has given you authority over that which sought to deceive you from receiving the promises of God in your life. Satan no longer has power over you when you confess your sins before God. It is through your confession that we are redeemed. May we give God the highest praise for our redemption, Amen!

I have a song to Bless your spirit today by the Upper Room called Beauty for Ashes + Your’re Good.  I pray that this song blesses your spirit today. Good Bless You Everybody! 😀


Make Your Life Count

Hello Peeps!

tumblr_muk6crVSSO1sj7j0lo1_500Today, I’m simply contemplating on the Goodness of my God. I was thinking about how last year I went through so much in hospital trying to recover from Encephalitis (A sickness that causes short-term memory loss) and how the whole thing happened. I started off having a cold (a stuffed-up nose) and I was feeling tired everyday and kind of lethargic and was sleeping a lot more earlier than usual. This all happened after I had just preached on the power of tithes and offerings for breakthroughs in my previous church. Many people were receiving breakthroughs upon breakthroughs after that particular sermon that I have to give God praise! I had wanted to continue preaching on the topic of Spiritual Warfare, but as you can see, life dealt me a different card and I was out of commission for a whole year after I got sick in May 2016.

I personally don’t know how I got to hospital but from what my twin sister told me, she found me in my bed non-responsive having a seizure with my hand sticking up twitching in the air as I was foaming at the mouth. I’ve seen people in movies have seizures and I always thought there was pain associated with that experience; however, for me, I didn’t feel any pain because I don’t recall the whole thing, praise God! 😀 All I know and remember is that at one moment I was in my bed and the next moment when I finally had my senses together, I was in a hospital room. How I got there was beyond me until my twin relayed the whole situation to me. I was completely dumb-founded.

She told me that she had taken me to a walk-in clinic and they practically did nothing and told us to go home and explained that I should just sleep it off since they thought it was “just a cold”. My twin sister did not agree with their diagnosis and got a second opinion with my mom elsewhere and was told I needed to be rushed to a hospital because of the seizure activity. When I got to the hospital, it appeared that I was anemic (low in hemoglobin) and needed a blood transfusion from what I read in the doctor’s notes and I was completely disoriented. I think if my sister and mother had delayed in getting a second opinion, I would have probably gotten to a stage where I would have either been brain-dead or left in a vegetative state since encephalitis can damage the neuro-pathways in your brain severely if left untreated. And to top it off, it usually attacks elderly people more frequently than people from my age bracket (early 30s) so everything about this experience was weird and at the same time miraculous.

Image result for believe god gifsFrom what I’ve read from documented cases of Encephalitis, not many people recover in the way that I have and that explains why some of the doctors I visited considered me a medical miracle/anomaly which is why I give God the Highest praise! 😀 It also explains why I was asked so many questions by the student doctors when I was at the Rehabilitation Hospital. I thought this was no big deal, but apparently, it was a medical mystery as it was a miracle. I praise God for all that He has done to help me regain myself again. When you don’t have your memories, you definitely feel like you’ve lost a piece of who you are. It’s the feeling of being incomplete is how I felt. When we recover our memories, you recover your lost identity and that’s how I feel Salvation is like for non-believers. When you begin to realize who you are in Christ, it’s like as if you’ve regained your true identity. Without God, you simply don’t know who you really are even if you think you know who you are without Him.

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Image result for sick in hospital gifsI’ve also learned that when you believe God, you’ll face numerous attacks to make you waver in your faith. For me, I’ve faced various attacks since I was born, whether it has been physical attacks, spiritual attacks, or through the malicious actions of other people who either hate me or my belief system in God, through sickness, accidents aimed to kill me/injure me (I was hit by a bus and SUV), and the list goes on and on. Am I discouraged? HELL NO! I may experience setbacks, but I always look forward to God’s comeback! 

John 16:33 [Full Chapter]

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.
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When the Lord holds the whole world in His Hands, You’ve just gotta learn to put your Trust in Him regarding your entire life.

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I’ve discovered, that when you simply are obedient to pursuing the cause of Christ Jesus in your walk, you will face trials and tribulations, but Jesus tells us to take heart, for He has overcome the world. With what I’ve been through, I believe that I can overcome the world with God on my side. Do not be filled with self-pity over your situations; rather, be grateful for your lot in life. Some people have it worse than you do, so appreciate what you have in your life right now with respect, value and gratitude in your attitude. Despite this long recovery process, I’m not discouraged about preaching the gospel. I’ll continue to blog about my faith and if God gives me a platform one of these days, I’ll preach to the masses concerning the goodness of God. I’m not afraid to talk about my Jesus! So my encouragement to you today, is to remember God each time you face a trial. He is the One that produces the testimony out our your tests, the message out of your mess and the victory out of your trials. Be Encouraged, Amen!

I have a song by Casting Crowns called Just Be Held to encourage you today. I pray that this song blesses your spirit today. God Bless You Everybody! 😀

Another Crazy Story – Story 2

Hello Peeps!

Well, it seems I haven’t done much with the “Wanna Hear A Crazy Story?” section of my blog, so at the lovely request of Dulcinea from Hodgepodge 4 the Soul , I will write another story just for her.

When my little sister Steph was born, she was and still is a bundle of joy and energy. I remember one time when my Twin and I were going to pick her up from pre-school and I think at that time she was aged 3 or 4 years of age. I really can’t remember how old she was at the time, but I do know for sure that she was definitely less than 5 years of age and she just loved running around a lot; and I mean, a lot! So, we went to pick her up. Usually, we put her in a stroller, but sometimes we make her walk just to make her tired because she had a habit of staying up for a long time before going to sleep so we thought that making her walk home would tucker this little pickinini out.

Image result for freaking out emojiAs we were going home, all of a sudden she felt like being playful and started running down the sidewalk wanting either me or my twin to “catch her”. This little pickinini was crazy fast and shocked me because she completely caught me off guard. Usually, I hold her hand when we walk home and sometimes she likes to walk freely so on this occasion she wanted to be free to walk on her own and so I let go of her hand. The moment she did that she started running down the side walk saying “Catch me!!!!” and I was like “What the heck!!!!!?????!!!”.

Image result for little african girl kid runningBoth my twin and I were freaking out because as she was running like the speed of light. We saw a car coming in her direction and she simply didn’t see it coming. I started to sprint like my life depended on it, but the thing is, Stephy was friggin’ fast that I knew I wouldn’t make it in time to stop her from running across the road and then probably getting hit by that car. My heart was pounding really fast in sheer panic mode because I didn’t want to witness a tragic accident before my eyes. I could see my mom blaming me for not protecting her and I just freaked the hell out and cried out in a loud voice to the Lord: “Lord, Please cause my little sister Stephy to fall right NOW!!!!!”.

Image result for miracles of GodAnd would you believe that in that sheer moment of crisis, my spiritual eyes opened for a brief moment and I literally saw a sandal-ed foot (and when I mean a sandal-ed foot, I’m talking like the kind the Jews would have worn back in the times of Jesus) extend out of nowhere just in time enough for Stephy to simply trip over that foot right before a car zoomed passed by almost close enough to hit her. OMG!!!!!!!!!

You cannot understand the feeling of sheer relief and anxiety that I felt as my little baby sister cried on the ground after tripping over something she couldn’t see. She just scraped her hands a bit on the sidewalk. She could have died had not that miraculous sandaled-foot extended itself out of nowhere, tripping her at that right moment in time. I believe that the Lord had sent an angel right then and there at the right time to save my sister from being hit by a car as I cried out to the Lord at that panicked moment of time. My parents aren’t aware that this had happened because even though it was a miracle that the Lord preserved my little sister’s life, I was kind of traumatized to speak about it. My heart pounds even now just simply remembering that incident. All I can say is that I cried out to the Lord and He answered me in a miraculous way and I am forever grateful to God to this day. He is just soooooo amazing! If we can believe God for even the smallest and trivial of things, He is sure to be faithful enough to perform the miraculous in our lives if we just simply seek His face no matter what. I truly believe that!

I am reminded of these pieces of scripture when I look back on this incident:

In my distress I called upon the Lord, And cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, And my cry entered His ears.

Then they cried out to the Lord in their troubleAnd He saved them out of their distresses.

Then they cried out to the Lord in their troubleAnd He saved them out of their distresses.

I cried out to You, O Lord: I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

Related imageThis just goes to show you that we cannot underestimate the saving grace of our Lord Jesus Christ. When we cry out to Him in Faith, He is sure to answer you. I really believe that with all my heart when I consider the times the Lord has saved me from dangerous situations. I think God is simply amazing and we should never underestimate the supernatural workings of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is literally able to do exceedingly, abundantly, above all we could ever ask or think or imagine. We just need to apply our faith even in the most dire of circumstances and God will perform His wonders, Amen! Well I pray that this story will bless someone today. God Bless You Everybody! 😀

Ephesians 3:20-21 [Full Chapter]

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

In light of the post today, I have here a song to bless your spirit today by Amanda Cook, Jeremy Riddle & Stephanie Greztinger called What If We Believed It (Spontaneous). 

God Can Use Broken Things

Hello Everybody!

Today, I want to post two awesome songs by Matthew West where the first song is called Broken Things. I just found this song to be awesomeeeeeeee! I hope y’all will like it ! 😀

When I think about the types of things I’ve gone through in my life, I am amazed at how God has kept me. There were times when I felt broken inside; however, God always found a way to heal the broken pieces of me through miraculous means whether it be through people I encountered, or through miraculous healings and/or deliverance through intercessory prayer and/or fasting.

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Just an example: Levitation off the bed

I’ve already written in previous posts that I experienced a lot of spiritual oppression as a kid where my body would twist on its own in unusual ways and would sometimes be found to almost levitate off my bed (not completely of course), but I would be found in an arched position with only my head on the pillow and feet on the bed as the rest of me was lifted into the air as if I was being carried by some unseen force while I was in a seemingly tranced state (according to my twin sister who witnessed all this craziness). When I was young, it got so bad that there came a time where I wished for death to come quickly because it was so tormenting and painful to endure that I don’t think I could take it anymore. It must have gotten so bad to the point where I sleep-walked into the kitchen and got a knife and pointed it to my chest that I almost killed myself while I was in a trance-like state. Thank God my grandmother woke me up by shouting at me in an authoritative voice commanding me to “PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!”, since my twin ran to get her because she couldn’t seem to wake me up before that happened. It really disturbs me to think that I went through all that growing up and I didn’t know what to do about it because I lacked information (knowledge) and revelation which would have given me the power to overcome all these attacks in the first place. I do feel that the Lord allowed me to go through this so that I could become stronger and more knowledgeable about the subject of Spiritual Warfare in order to help others who may have endured or are enduring things that are beyond their comprehension or understanding.

I am glad and thankful that God always came and rescued me during the darkest times in my life and I am grateful to God for having delivered me from all those types of strange demonic oppressive experiences that I used to endure as a kid. It has taught me to fight and not give up and to not give in even when it hurts so when I reflect on my struggle with recovering my short-term memories because of being struck by a sickness that affects my memories (encephalitis); I realize that if it’s not a spiritual attack that I have to endure, I can also face a physical attack that can affect my mind, body and soul as well. Despite all that, you still do not need to give into defeat when something tries to hit you and knock you down just as soon as you get back up again.

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I have learned within this short lifespan that I will always be fighting to live for the rest of my life because the Lord knows I can endure and fight to live until He calls me home (Heaven). So I’ve decided to maintain a fighting spirit. I have faced discouragement, sleepless nights, the feeling of being defeated; however, God still calls us to fight and endure. We need to have a fighting spirit if we want to be successful in spiritual warfare and life in general. You have to guard your mind above all else because what you believe in is what you’ll ultimately become.

So for today, train your mind, spirit and body to first meditate on God’s Word (the Bible) and train up your mind, body and spirit for spiritual warfare. People experience spiritual warfare everyday whether they’re aware of it or not, so it is important to grow strong and read up on it so that you can be successful and develop a fighting spirit that won’t put up with nonsense and discouragement from others who try to raise limits in your life. Remember God who is able to do exceedingly, abundantly, above all you could ever ask, think or imagine. God is able to help you to endure and press through for your breakthroughs when you place your 100% trust in Him. Keep your faith alive and seek God with all of your heart, Amen! 😀

Ephesians 3:20-21 [Full Chapter]

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

The Last song I want to post for today is also by Matthew West called Mended. I like this song because it’s pretty much on the same theme of my post. I hope it blesses your spirit today. God Bless You Everybody! 😀

Christians and Secular Music

Hello People!

Today, I have another video by Joseph Solomon with regards to the topic of “Secular Music” and whether or not Christians should listen to it. I personally think that this is a good video by Joe because I agree with pretty much everything he said. Let’s not get into legalism and think about this topic from a well-rounded perspective taking into consideration what music is and how music can affect us. From my own personal perspective I think that not all secular music is bad; however, having said that though, we need to be also consciously aware that not all secular music is good for us either.

Image result for Christians and secular musicI feel that the way in which we should measure what type of music is good or bad for us to listen to should be on the basis of not just listening to the beat of the music, but we should be intentionally trying to hear what the message of the song is found in the lyrics of the music that we listen to. Also, consider what emotions certain music evokes. If music has the potential and the power to evoke such emotions that drive us to either be angry, depressed, happy, excited, lustful, seductive, emotional, etc etc, then we need to consider that the lyrics, the beat and/or the melody to certain music has the power to affect our emotions to drive us to act in a certain way. We cannot underestimate the power of music.

I remember a few years ago (I think it was 8-9 years ago) when I used to go clubbing with my friends because I loved dancing to upbeat music but I also remember feeling like I wasn’t in the right place at the right time. I kind of felt depressed back then due to several reasons that I won’t necessarily list here and dancing seemed to be a stress reliever for me, and yes there was alcohol in the building *shock*. I know….. I’m not particularly proud about that period in my life …. however, continuing on …. although I never drank more than one small drink because I was the designated driver, I knew that in my spirit I really was in the wrong place doing the wrong thing and the Holy Spirit kept convicting me every-time I went with my friends to the club. When I look back at this time period in my life, a part of me keeps wondering What in the world were you thinkin’ Sherline!!!!???”

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Honestly, I have no idea what was going through my mind; but, I can tell you that when you’re depressed, you can be driven to do stupid things, and I mean STUPID THINGS. The music in the club wasn’t exactly wholesome either since some of the music promoted sexual innuendos, violence, immoral activities (i.e. using drugs etc etc etc etc). On top of that, there were also some unsavory characters hanging out in the club who would try to either harass me or my friends that I was with because they only wanted “one thing”, but I’m glad I didn’t club for too long because there just came a point where I couldn’t do it anymore and I think the last straw was when I heard shots fired outside the club I was at and I distinctly heard the Holy Spirit call me by my African name saying to me in a loud voice: “Nyasha, what are you doing here?!!!”. Honestly, I had no good answer to that question and I was pretty much ashamed of myself, but that was the night I prayed to God saying that if I could get out of here peacefully and unharmed, I would never go to the club again. I did manage to get of out there just fine with my friends and have never been enticed by my former friends to club ever again. They understood where I stood with my decision and respected my decision thankfully. I don’t regret my decision to this day.

Image result for Christians and secular musicWhen I reflect on my actions, I now think “wow, it is a battle to preserve my virtue and integrity”. You can experience mind-games that can drive you to places you never thought you’d ever find yourself in but I praise God for the Holy Spirit’s voice of conviction that convicted my spirit to go back on the right path. We cannot be presumptuous about how strong we are in “the Faith”, when certain circumstances can change your outlook on life and lead you to dirt roads you never thought you’d find yourself traveling down on. It’s not like I didn’t know that I was doing the wrong thing, I just felt very numb inside….and somehow just went on with the flow of things not really thinking ahead about the repercussions or the long-term consequences to my actions. I was going through a lot of spiritual warfare back then that I wasn’t sleeping well and I think that also contributed to me trying to numb the pain by doing things that were against my better judgment and conscience. I’m glad that the Holy Spirit convicted me in such a strong way that He slapped me with the Truth to wake me up from this seemingly hazy-dream-like-induced escape from reality to the road that led me to the right path where God wants me to go. So today, consider this message by Joe and ask yourself what type of music are you listening too?”. Not all music is bad, and not all music has to be Christian for you to listen to it. I just think that music is a wonderful, powerful and artistic form of self-expression; however, we have to be mindful about what type of message is being expressed in the lyrics of the music that we listen to. Music is a powerful tool that can drive people’s emotions to act a certain way so think about that when you check out the video down below.

I also want to post this cool song by Andy Mineo called Hands High. Now, I know that the beat to this song is from and old secular song by Busta Rhymes called “Hands Where My Eyes Can See”; which, I gotta admit, I used to rock to that song because of the beat; however, having said that though, I find that the use of the same beat with lyrics to glorify God by Andy Mineo is pretty clever and awesome! Who said you can’t turn what was meant for evil to become good? I’m not sure if many people will like this song because ideally, it’s dependent on people’s personal tastes; however, I do pray that this song blesses somebody today. God Bless You Everybody! 😀

Press through in Your Storms of Life

Hello Everybody!

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Mississauga Bus wading through the water

Sometimes, we face storms in our lives and crazy things happen that could either lead you to sink or swim during your storms of life. I remember a few years ago, in the Summer of July 2013, my sister and I were caught up in a Flash flood in Toronto due to some heavy and unprecedented rains that Toronto had never seen before. At that time I had a little blue Toyota Yaris as my car and I was the driver. I had been waiting at the station to pick up my twin sister when I noticed that the rain started to become really heavy. By the time my sister arrived at the parking lot to be driven home, the water was already ankle deep. I told her to hurry up and get into the car because I was going to drive us home like my life depended on it. I can tell you that I had had a really bad feeling that if we delayed any further, it was going to be a struggle to get back home. So I started to drive like crazy in the now knee deep waters to get home. I was high on adrenaline because I felt like the Holy Spirit was shouting in my head to not stop and keep going no matter what because now the rain had started to downpour like a crazy freak monsoon storm.

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My Blue Toyota Yaris looked like this model – The car that weathered the storm.

As I was driving I told my sister to start praying because this was gonna be a rough ride home. I had to drive up a hill, down a slope and when I got to an intersection, there was a massive river flowing fast like a monsoon river that you’d wonder if you could even cross it unscathed. I was looking at other drivers and I saw a woman behind me in a big SUV freaking out. I too wanted to freak out but I was already on “Faith Mode” and high on adrenaline that I kept saying “I’m not going to die today!”. My sister was scared if not terrified too, because this was unbelievable! I said to her I’m driving through this river and I’m not stopping because I knew that if I stopped, water would seep into the car and the car would be stalled and then we’d probably drown in the car and our car was a really small one at that. I was on the “I don’t think so!!!” mode. So, I pressed down on the accelerator and just when you thought we would be swept up by the severe current, we miraculously crossed the huge intersection without any problems. Big cars that were behind us saw what I did and I’m pretty sure some of the drivers thought I was crazy to even attempt to cross this tsunami of an intersection, but I did it anyway trusting the voice of the Holy Spirit that was screaming in my head and in my heart. Something told me that if I did this, others would have the courage to follow and their lives would be saved, so I noticed in the rear view mirror that other cars started to follow closely behind me with courage and did the same thing. The terrified woman that I had passed earlier was right behind me following my tail.

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The water was now window deep, OMG! I prayed to God in the car alongside my sister and asked the Lord to not allow any water to enter or seep into the car or into the engine. Would you believe that throughout the whole ordeal, no water seeped into the car! God is amazing and miraculous!

Anyways, continuing on with the story, I was now window deep in murky brown water and I was still high on adrenaline thinking “We shall live and not die!” . I could not believe that in Canada, we could experience such floods that we typically see in Asian countries or countries that are prone to floods etc. I guess you live through something new everyday! lol. 😀 I kept my foot on the accelerator and though we were now window deep in water, the small frame of my car was starting to bop about up and down drawing us closer to the opposing lane which was dangerous. I turned my steering wheel closer to the curb so that I wouldn’t hit any car and prayed to God to keep me on the straight path.

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Image result for jesus christ quotes for facebookMy sister was praying alongside me. The one thing that the Holy Spirit impressed on my heart as I was driving was to not stop and keep going because if we stopped, the car would stall and then we’d be in grave danger of drowning. The Holy Spirit also impressed on my heart that I would lead others to safety if I followed His instructions on how and where to drive. So I was looking at my rear view mirror and I saw the terrified woman in the SUV following close behind me. She noticed that wherever I went, I was still able to keep going. She was following me like her life depended on it. The cars behind her followed suit. I also noticed that the cars that stopped ended up being stuck on the sidewalk and water started to fill up those cars. I remember seeing a woman stuck in her big range rover and she saw my little car pressing through this torrential downpour. She looked terrified and amazed that I could still keep moving despite everything that was going on.

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My sister and I were high on adrenaline. We had Christian music playing in the car but we had to switch it off just to preserve the battery of the car. We needed everything we had to get out of this floody mess. There came a point where now half of the car was window deep in water and I’m still pressing my foot on the accelerator real hard because the water was now like a rushing stream trying to pull us with the current. We had to go up a hill and that was one of the most difficult climbs I’ve ever had with my foot on the accelerator. Once I got up the hill, I noticed that the cars that had followed me were still pressing forward with me as the leader following the Holy Spirit’s leading. I noticed that the cars that copied my driving movements were able to get to safety and those that stopped ended up stuck and were flooded beyond comprehension leaving people to abandon their cars and swim in the rough brown waters. I was determined not to swim in that muck that day, hell no! I kept on pressing forward towards the goal… never looking back because my aim was to survive! I’m too young to die lol 😀

I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

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We finally made it over the hill and when I got to Mississauga, there was less water on the roads and the flash flood had subsided. My sister and I were greatly relieved. I had hurt my right foot because I had pressed on the accelerator with such force that I had twisted it. I didn’t really care because I was now safe and sound. The cars that had followed me from behind had passed me and some of the drivers had waved at me saying “Thank you” although I don’t think I did anything to warrant that lol. One driver thought I was crazy since I was driving such a small car but was happy that they followed me the whole time because now they were safe as well. I was high on adrenaline and I had never heard the Holy Spirit speak to me so loudly like that before until that day. Mind you, many of the cars that got stuck were huge in size and had more horsepower than my car, but somehow, they were the ones that got stuck and my little Blue Toyota Yaris was the car that prevailed through the storm and led the pack to safety.

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Image result for flood torontoI feel like through that experience, God showed me that some may trust in their chariots (cars) some may trust in horses (horse power of the cars) by those that remember the name of the Lord, they will prevail. I was totally God-reliant in that situation and my God saved my sister and I from drowning in that crazy flash flood that we experienced some years ago. I always get amazed at God’s saving grace in my “near death” experiences. It just goes to show you that God is the One who Saves especially when you put your 100% trust in Him. He is the way maker. When there seems to be no other way, He is the One that charts the course, He makes a way for you when there seems to be no way. I thought my sister and I would drown in that crazy freak storm, but God showed me through the power of the Holy Spirit to follow His leading and He took me and others that followed me to safety. The power of God is real my friends. Do not underestimate the voice of the Holy Spirit. How do you know when the Holy Spirit is talking to you? That supposed “gut instinct” that you feel at times is most likely the Holy Spirit talking to you. The Holy Spirit has a way of impressing a thought into your subconscious making you feel led to do something that seems right but you just don’t know how to explain it. You just feel led to do it because that is how you move by Faith.

[ By Faith We Understand ] Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

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Go Train trying to move in the flood

So in all that you do, dedicate everything that you have and do to the Lord. His ways are higher than our ways, and when you think that you know better, the Lord will show you how His ways are higher than our ways of thinking. It takes a lot to move by Faith, but faith is what opens the doors of opportunity in your life. Faith takes you to places that others would have missed because they relied on their own reasoning. Faith is what makes a way out of no way for you when there seems to be none. Faith opens doors that seem shut closed so my thought for you today is to keep Trusting God even in the most craziest and dire of circumstances, and He’ll show you where your Faith in Him can lead you. He led me to still waters and safety so my prayer is that you continue to pursue God and let Him direct your path and He will make your path straight for you, Amen! God Bless You everybody! 😀

In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths.

The Man by the Bus Stop – Finale

Hi Everybody!

This is the conclusion of the story. I’m actually happy that it’s done. I have been thinking of making it into a broader story, but I don’t want to over complicate the main gist of the story. It’s kind of strange but I kind of got emotional as I was writing it. I’m not really good at writing sad tales, but the inspiration for this story came to me after I had a vision of a man sitting at the bus stop. Weird huh? Well, that’s all folks! Happy Reading 😀


“Tell her that though she has forgotten the promise that we made to each other with the vow that I said I would never break, though she has turned away and left my heart and given hers to someone else, I will always love her… always and forever. Tell her Simone… tell her that I forgive her for abandoning this promise and love that I have for her. There is no hatred in my heart towards her even now… and though my heart is broken, I will always love her no matter what she decides to do in the end.”

He smiled a very painful smile that could make your heart break as another tear ran down his face. You could tell that all He could think about was about His runaway bride.

What kind of girl was she that He couldn’t let this chick go! Simone thought about it feeling rather annoyed as she felt herself filling up with anger and swelling with envy. She doesn’t deserve this awesome looking guy!!! If she didn’t want Him, then I’ll gladly take Him! is what she thought, realizing like she sounded like someone on the rebound.

Simone simply couldn’t accept this guys resolve to forgive such a blaring betrayal of this precious love that He once shared with a woman to whom she felt did not deserve His heart at all. Even though Simone had never met her, she had no sympathy for such a pathetic-minded woman who did not even think twice about cheating on the guy who was in a war overseas fighting to come back to His fiance. Simone was so infuriated that she really wanted this guy to let go of this sorry excuse of a relationship and move on with appreciation because He now knew the true colours of this cheating tramp. She could not understand how such a devoted guy ended up with such a girl who clearly had loose morals and yet be able to love her the way that He did.

Give up on her already!!!! she screamed inside her head as Simone continued to seethe with anger, feeling completely outraged that He could remain unrelentingly faithful enough to forgive such a betrayal that was the cause of His bleeding heart. Simone began to yell at Him while feeling emotional and out of control,

“How could you honestly forgive such a woman who doesn’t even remotely deserve you let alone doesn’t even seem to care that you exist! How could y…”

“How could I not?” He interrupted.

“I have always loved her.” he said calmly without batting an eyelid.

His unrelenting devotion was really starting to bother Simone quite a lot because she had a billion things she needed to say based on her experience with heartbreak; however, she decided not to interrupt Him out of politeness as He continued on to speak.

“Simone, you may not know this but there came a time where she began to love me too. When the reality of my line of work and the things I had to sacrifice began to surface during the course of our relationship, it seemed apparent that I may have overlooked how it may have been too much for her to handle. I assumed that the love we shared between us could withstand any trial. How wrong I was… Even though I promised her I would return… for her, it could be that she suffered while she waited for me. It could be that she grew weary of me and my promise…and it could be that she had finally decided to give up on me….She probably thought I was dead which isn’t necessarily far from the truth. She doesn’t know that if it hadn’t been for her being in my heart, I would not have fought to live for her once again. The day I came back from the dead was when I vowed I’d never die like that again and leave her alone like that again….that’s why Simone…” He shifted His body to look directly at Simone and said,

“I don’t want you to hate her because there is no hate in my heart for her….Try to understand where she is coming from too. She is my lifeline. She brought me back to life because she is the very reason that I live. I won’t taint my new reborn heart with bitterness….even though the sorrow I feel is too difficult to bear, I still have faith in her.”

Simone began to calm down feeling speechless to His confession. She seriously did not know how to take what he was saying to her at all. His message to her was far from over as he continue on to say,

“Simone, please promise me that you’ll tell her that I have faith in her… and please tell her that I will wait until she returns her heart back to me even if it takes forever”.

Simone had never heard such heart-rending words like that from any guy she had ever met. It made her feel foolish for being so callous about His ex-fiance. The guy spoke with such honest feeling in His words that she could not find it in her heart to deny His request.

“Ok… I’ll help you find her and tell her what you told me…” was what she said as she nodded in reassurance that she would keep her promise, unlike a certain someone that He cared for.

It occurred to her that her own relationship with Clive was one filled with many broken promises on both their parts. Simone began to wonder if that was the reason for such a failed relationship in the first place. Both of them were selfish and unreasonable when it came down to it. She began to realize that she had not loved Clive in the way that this guy loved His fiance. It could also be possible that Clive also didn’t even know the meaning of true love either, since he gave up on their relationship so easily and so soon. How Simone wished she had a guy like the one sitting next to her at that moment…

Wait a minute, she didn’t even know His name but He knew hers…how in the world was that possible! she thought.

She wanted to ask Him about that when all of a sudden the bus she had been waiting for had finally arrived.

“Oh it seems that the bus is here, are you getting on?” she asked Him. While He was putting on His silk gloves, she noticed that His face was dry from all the crying and was now starting to glow. When had he wiped the tears off His face??? she wondered. She was there the whole time and never saw Him once use the Kleenex tissue that she had offered to Him earlier. He began to smile as if He could read her thoughts which kind of freaked her out. 

“Here” He said, as He handed her a red umbrella that Simone was certain was not with Him earlier. “Take this umbrella Simone. I don’t want you to get wet from the rain”.

She took the umbrella without thinking as she asked Him

“Aren’t you coming with me?”

“I’m waiting for the next bus” He answered back. “Thank you for listening to my story Simone.” is what He said as He continued to smile radiantly. It seems that off loading this burdensome story had been a therapeutic experience for this amazing guy that now stood upright and cheerful.

              I guess this promise means a lot to Him, is what she thought as she took the umbrella off His hands.

“You’re Welcome,” she replied as she turned around to step onto the bus to pay the fair.

Before she could leave, the Man turned to Simone and said, “Simone…here, take this rose as my way of saying thank you for listening to Me and goodbye.” He said that as He handed her the white rose that was once nestled in the breast pocket of His wedding tux. Simone took the rose and smiled at it thinking it was a strange but romantic gesture. She looked back at Him and noticed that His face looked different. It looked like it was glowing even more than before as He continued to smile at her with such a kind smile that it was quite breath-taking.

“Are ya gettin’ on or are ya gettin’ off lady?” asked the rude bus driver to Simone who seemed to be in lala land feeling mesmerized by this new expression that she had not seen on the guy’s face the whole night until now. She turned to face the bus driver who had rudely awakened her from this wonderful moment and replied,

“Sorry, I’m getting on, I’m getting on, gees can’t you just wait?”

The bus driver shut the doors behind her immediately ignoring her remarks just before she could do or say anything. Simone swung around quickly wanting to wave  goodbye to the perfect stranger and ask for His name and number, but it was too late. The man had already disappeared so quickly that she wondered,

             How and where did He go? Where the heck did the guy go?

She was so stunned at the guy’s sudden departure that she crouched into the nearest seat to contemplate what had just happened. The whole evening was just so weird and she knew for sure that it was not a dream because she had the red umbrella in her hand to prove it and yet the whole encounter still felt like a dream, or something out of the twilight zone. She looked at the umbrella carefully and thought,

             Wow this looks a lot like the one I left at Clive’s place. Hey wait a minute….!

She grabbed the handle of the umbrella and inspected it a little further and searched the handle to make sure that her eyes were not deceiving her. Her real umbrella had her name inscribed on it so she had to make sure that her mind was not playing tricks on her. She scanned the handle and recognized the name written on it was in the same penmanship as her own except that it didn’t just say “Simone” on the handle. Instead, what was inscribed on the handle now said:

Thank you Simone – Emmanuel“.

Emmanuel…is that the guy’s name? What a gorgeous name for a perfect stranger. Simone thought as she began to smile and giggle at herself reminiscing about this strange gift that He had given her and contemplated about the weirdness of this whole entire situation. It had just occurred to her that the depression she had been milling around earlier during the course of the entire evening was now gone. She felt very light for some reason… like as if a warm feeling was now enveloping her heart.  

She smiled to herself and thought “Thanks Emmanuel. I thought I was going to be alone this whole night but you came just in time.”

Just then she had remembered the white rose that he had given her as they had parted and searched her bag wanting to view it again. She felt one of the petals of the flower and managed to pull it out of her lulu lemon bag. To her amazement, the flower that she had drawn out was no longer white in colour, but now had turned bright red. Simone could not believe that this was the same rose He had given her. Wasn’t it white earlier or was it red? I’m so sure it was white, why is it red now???? She thought as she examined the flower carefully. I must be imagining things, she reasoned. Simone continued to examine the flower and noticed that at the base of the stem was a small white note wrapped around it like one of those you would see on a Hershey Kiss chocolate. Simone unraveled the note to read what was written while contemplating  how sure she was that this little piece of paper was not there before. She reasoned that maybe she had not noticed it was on the rose earlier when the guy had given it to her as His parting gift since everything was done in such a rush and she was still getting sober by the minute. She unraveled the note and inside it it read:

                          To my bride – I love you always, now and forever. (John 3:16).

Simone began to feel a tidal wave of emotions envelope her as she began to choke up and cry while reading the note. She started to laugh at the same time as she began to realize the true identity of Emmanuel’s bride. She clasped the gift in her hand as she closed her eyes to whisper “Thank you” to the perfect stranger.

The End. Registered & Protected

The Man by the Bus Stop Pt. 2

Hi Everybody!

This is just a continuation of the story. Happy Reading 😀


“Today is the day that I was supposed to get married. You have no idea how much I have longed for this day to come. I had to part with her right after our engagement since I was deployed by my father who is the highest ranking Military General of the Army to head into battle on my first mission on a war against injustice. My fiance cried when she heard the news, but she knew I had to do what I had to do. I had made a vow with her that no matter what happened out on the field, I would definitely return to her. That was my way of reassuring her so that she wouldn’t lose hope while I was away because I intended to keep my promise. She told me that I shouldn’t make a promise that I couldn’t keep, but I knew that I would keep it. No…. it was more like I was determined to keep it.

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When I returned a few days ago, I went to pick up my bride to surprise her with my return as my wedding gift to her, but to my dismay, she was no where to be found. I called her parents house to find out where she could be, but they refused to disclose where she had disappeared off to. I drove to the church that is behind us now and they locked me out thinking I was a ghost who had returned from the dead. I cried, I shouted, I screamed out her name, but no one heard me, no one paid attention. My bride was no where to be found and the loneliness I felt had started to sweep over me like a dark cloud, but I didn’t give up. I had to go find her if it was the last thing I was going to do. I went to the police station to file a missing persons report, but they told me that she wasn’t missing. She had instead ran off and married another man a couple of nights ago called Sammael… the infamous and corrupt local prosecutor of this city.

My heart shattered at that moment when I heard this news. What hurts me the most is not that she married another man, but that she didn’t believe me when I said that I would come back for her. When I said that I’d be gone for a short while and to wait for me, because I would definitely return, she didn’t believe me. You see, I was sent by my father to fight a huge battle in a war that could not be avoided. I have battle scars left on my hands and feet, and I have a wound on my side after a long blade was plunged into me by those who falsely accused me of doing something I never did while being made a prisoner of war. I was tortured for hours which felt like days, based only on false accusations; all because of what I believed in and was now fighting for…The only thing keeping me alive during that trial was the thought of returning to my waiting bride…”

The man took off his gloves and showed Simone his pierced hands as evidence that his far-fetched story was indeed a real experience. The thoughts running through Simone’s mind were, what kind of torture did he endure on this assignment? The scars were so horrific that she was left in a state of shock as he made mention what they also did to his feet. They had pierced something through both his feet but it was just too much information for Simone to wrap her head around. However, he refused to show her his feet since Simone’s grimace indicated that she had seen enough with just his hands as evidence of this inhumane torture. She believed that this guy was telling her the truth. Although she wanted to ask, she remained silent as he continued on with his story…

“I died on that battlefield because the suffering I endured killed me. My comrades thought I was dead and had prepared my burial ground since the local village doctors claimed that I wasn’t responding to medication and it seemed like I was in a coma state until they discovered that my heart had stopped beating. I officially died that day bleeding from head to toe which apparently was the same day that we had a massive earthquake that ripped the village in two.”

Simone could not hardly believe what he was saying because the whole story sounded like something out of a fiction story. At this point she felt a little sober and her mind was now alert still anticipating his next words.

He continued on with his story and said,

“When you consider what I’d been through, you’d think that I’d be filled with hatred and vengeance for what my captors did to me, but all I felt was a deep seated sorrow and an unbearable anguish ripping through my soul as I thought about my fiance and considered that she may have been right about the promise. I mean….how could I tell her I’d return to her when I was already dead?”

            Dead…dead…you mean you died? Is this guy for real??? No Way!!! thought Simone.

He paused as his eyes began to well again from the grief that had struck at his heart. Simone caught glimpses of a trickle running down his left cheek. Use the Kleenex man….that’s why I gave it to you, she thought. Simone could tell that he was in deep anguish as he sat there silently staring into the rain like a Greek statue. She moved closer and put her arm around his broad back to comfort him as he struggled to continue his painful past. He remained still and seemed to be breathing rather slowly but he chose to continue on with his story.

“I had no time to taint my heart with hatred you know….so I resolved within myself that I needed to forgive them for what they had done to me because my hope lay in reuniting with my bride.” He peered into the darkness as a car passed by while watching the rain that continued to pound the floor motioning him to continue this sorrowful tale…

“Simone, I was dead to everyone for three whole days so they put my body in a temporary make shift tomb inside a cave that was once used to store ammunition. As soon as my body was laid there to rest in peace, is as soon as I was forgotten by everyone. Nobody returned to give me a proper burial. Maybe because the war was far from over and the villagers had to escape to safety after the earthquake. It was not until I finally woke up, that I noticed I was in a cave. I was dressed in formal clothing typically a custom the villagers used for burial services that I was surprised to see myself in new robes. I got up and felt so strange because I felt no pain in my body. All the pain was gone and the blood that had covered me all over from the torture was already cleaned off my body. I was completely fine until I noticed the scars left on my hands and feet. They were still there but the crazy part about this whole thing was that I felt no pain whatsoever! See, look Simone look at my hands! Do you see them, do you see them? My scars they do not hurt” he said that as He showed her his hands once again.

“I see them, I see.” she exclaimed in affirmation to his question.

“My scars, they do not hurt. Only my heart does.” was what he said as he bowed his head now looking towards the ground as if he could find some level of comfort from the pool that swam around his shiny shoes.

Simone did not no how to console this level of grief. It felt like it was just too much for her to handle in her twenty-something life. She didn’t know what else to say so in desperation she asked him without too much thought,

“What happened next?”

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Without much hesitation, the beautiful stranger continued his story and said,

“I stepped out of the cave and was about to go find out what was happening outside when I noticed not to far off that I was being visited by some women from the village who I had once helped earlier escape a surprise attack from behind enemy lines while I was on assignment. When they caught sight of me running to greet them, they thought I was a ghost when they realized I was still alive. They were so scared to go near me that they ran off to tell the other villagers of what they had seen. It was impossible for someone who was dead for three days to return back to life and in healthy condition. Everybody thought I was some kind of walking miracle… or Ghost…even I began to believe that it was a miracle. I was alive and I could now return to my bride was all I thought about.

I was later told by a few witnesses that the women who had witnessed my resurrection were not really scared of me running towards them, but that they had seen a winged man standing behind me smiling back at them….I guess they saw an angel. When I think about that…I think it’s kind of funny, but I warned them not to tell anybody else apart from those they trusted that I was still alive since some people in the village would claim that they were telling lies and would accuse them of using witchcraft which is a common accusation in this small village. On the other hand, I didn’t know what to make of what they had seen, but I’m sure they saw my guardian angel. Three days dead and the only thing I had in my heart was to return to my bride who was still waiting for me. I wanted to see her so badly that it hurt to be gone for so long.”

“How long were you away from her?’ Simone asked out of curiosity.

“Three years.” He replied.

“THREE YEARS!!!! That’s a LONG TIME!!!” She shouted.

“I know…at age 30 I was engaged to be married and then sent out to war before our wedding date. When the war ended and my mission was over, I truly thought I would return back to her side, but instead of returning to her side like I had wanted, I already knew from a transmission relayed to me by one of the staff officers that I had already been reassigned to return to my fathers house and take care of His estate after we had won the war and ended the mission.”

“WHAT!!! WHAT!!!!WHAT!!!!!” Shouted Simone as she felt a deep seething anger rumbling in her spirit as she heard the story take a turn for the worse listening to this crazy new twist. The guy just stared at the ground not moved by her outburst.

“Couldn’t you have said no to your Father and told him you had someone waiting for you!!!???” Simone yelled, thinking that His Father was someone who was just too much. A completely unreasonable man who only thought about himself and nobody else, not even considering what His own flesh and blood wanted. Maybe it was the Father’s fault for prolonging his Son’s days away from His fiance that made matters worse. If only He had come back a little sooner, maybe things would have been different is what she thought as she mumbled to herself in disgust.

At the same time, she knew that she had no idea the circumstances surrounding his unusual relationship between this guy and his father. Was He an aristocrat that would not dare challenge his Father’s demands or what? Simone’s mind was just filled with too many unanswered questions that she didn’t know how to sift through all the crazy details. In fact, the whole story seemed too ridiculous and far-fetched. A part of Simone wondered if this whole encounter with this well dressed stranger was nothing but a dream from having drank so much alcohol in the evening. She did feel like she was getting sober the more she heard this man speak. Only time would tell if she was still drunk or not.

The man shook His head and replied,

“No, my father knew what He was doing when He reassigned Me to come back to His estate. At first, the reassignment seemed like He was being unfair to Me if you didn’t know Him personally, but what He wanted from Me was to make sure I had everything  ready and prepared for our marriage by giving Me His house as our surprise wedding gift so that My bride and I would have a place where we could spend our whole lives together. I was so overwhelmed and emotional that my Father would offer such a thing to His Son that I wanted to keep the house as a surprise from my fiance as well, so I decided that I wouldn’t tell her anything about it nor would I let any of her relatives know that I was back in town from the mission.

Image result for nail pierced handsI wanted to keep this present to the utmost secrecy. Once everything was prepared, I came out with an entourage of limos and close family and friends wanting to surprise her with a dream like wedding with an awesome celebration to follow after. That was the plan until I found out when I arrived at her house that she wasn’t there. Her parents wouldn’t let me in even when I asked about her and they both lied to me when they said that she had gone to the church to pray for my return. I went to the church that is located behind us now, and I was locked out by the priest because he thought I was a ghost who had come back from the dead and nobody around would tell me where she was even though I tried everything I knew how to do to find answers. I thought that she would wait for me, but I soon found out later on that she had rejected me for some other guy and now my heart is completely shattered. ”

Simone saw tears flowing from this gentle soul’s face. Those tears ached so badly that she didn’t know how to console His bleeding heart. It was clear that He was hurting tremendously and as incredible as His story sounded, it felt like a familiar story that she had heard somewhere before…but where had she heard this story before????

“Simone”, the Man said with a low but calm voice “Please do this one favor for me.”

Simone look at Him as she wiped her tears and nodded for Him to continue with His request. She had no idea when her own flood of tears had started to flow down her face, but one thing she couldn’t deny was that her heart ached hearing an even more tragic tale of a love gone cold in comparison to her fall out with her boyfriend of 12 months and 3 days. Why were they both so unlucky??? Isn’t there any hope for such hopeless romantics? Simone felt like she needed another drink. This guy’s story was making her remember things she wanted to forget. Maybe I should offer Him to have a drink at my place she pondered, knowing that He might say no to her offer seeing as how she had just met Him on such a lonely night as this. The beautiful stranger turned to face Simone as he took a hold of both her hands in His to asked her this one important request that He had been wanting to ask her all night,

“Simone, please help me find my bride and when you find her please give her this message….”

Story to be continued in Pt. 3 Registered & Protected

The Man by the Bus Stop Pt. 1

Hi Everybody,

It’s been a while since I wrote a post at all and that’s all because of work and other things happening in my life. I feel like I’m going through a spiritual battle of the mind at the moment; however, I remain focused on the one who is able to keep my mind intact no matter what’s going on. It’s amazing what a person can do when under the right kind of pressure. That is how a jewel is formed. A rock will only remain a rock if you leave it on the side of the road, but once you apply the right kind of pressure such as that which has high heat intensity like that of a volcanic nature, that rock then transforms into a sparkling Jewel after enduring all that heat and fire pressure. That is the refining fire we all experience in life and some people turn into jewels while others just become chaff that blows in the wind. Not many people want to go through fiery trials to press towards the goal that God sets before us, but the only way to reach the prize is by enduring the trial. This is something I keep learning on a daily basis. It’s a pruning process and it sure isn’t fun, but God always has a greater picture in all of this which always has a signature line called victory.

Today, I’m going to attempt to write a story here for the first time on Word Press just for y’all to read just for fun. It’s a fictional story, but there is a point to it so enjoy Sherline’s story telling time.

The Man by the Bus Stop

Simone had just gone through a terrible fall out with her boyfriend Clive. They had been fighting and bickering over the smallest of things and it just seemed like it was time to call it quits and just breakup. He called it quits first and as stubborn as she was, Simone had wanted to keep this relationship going and knew that this relationship had finally reached the end of its rope.  It was a rainy and dreary Saturday evening and the tears in her eyes were being washed away by the rain. She had forgotten her favourite red umbrella at her now ex-boyfriend’s place and ran to the closest bus shelter waiting for the 9:00 pm bus to Berkley Street. It was now 8:25 pm and she had already missed the 8:20 bus. She had just finished drinking some rounds all by herself at the club located across the street from her ex-boyfriend’s apartment and was still not in a very good mood. Her mind was feeling numb and cloudy from all the crying she had drowned herself in while drinking several glasses of rum and coke and now felt sick to the stomach maybe from all the drinking she had done earlier during the course of this pathetic night.

How could Clive end this?

She muttered to herself, as she ran towards the bus shelter trying to escape the torrential downpour that mirrored her own feelings while at the same time trying to ignore the pain she was feeling within her chest. The unavoidable crackles of a broken heart sounded like the icy sounds made from the breaking of glass. She almost found it too difficult to breathe as her eyes kept welling droplets of anguish that now helped to maintain her regrets. She decided within herself that this was the last time she was ever going to be in a dead end relationship. Sometimes her stubbornness got in the way of rationalizing when something was not working out. She wiped her sobbing tears away as she headed towards the bus shelter still feeling queasy. She desperately needed to sit down.

Related imageWhen she arrived at the shelter, she assumed that she would be alone, but instead she saw a man wearing a full on tuxedo which looked like it was made by Armani sitting on the bench inside the bus shelter waiting for a bus. His appearance caught her by surprise as she noticed how his hair was remarkably shiny and long, a dark forest brown color with bronze skin. He wore a gold and diamond crusted wrist watch with silk looking gloves and black shiny shoes that completed the outfit. Simone could not help but stare for a long time at this gorgeous looking man. His face shone like the sun despite the bleak weather outside. It was clear to her that he looked wealthy, but why was he sitting here in the bus shelter? She wondered.  He sat in a hunched position staring at the ground as he peered into his own reflection in the puddles forming around his feet.

She had just had a completely terrible day and seeing him seated there on the bench was the calm in her storm.  To Simone, the guy looked like he stepped down from heaven and landed here on earth at the right time. It truly felt like something you would read in a romance novel or something you would watch in a tasteful drama. The aura around him felt warm and almost supernatural that she could not quite describe it in words. Mysterious – is all she could think of as a word to describe this stranger that sat there gazing into his own reflection. She could tell by just looking at him that he was totally out of her league, but there was just something intrinsically fascinating about him.

He was hunched over in deep contemplation. She could only see glimpses of the side of his face since some of his hair drooped forward obviously wet from the rain. Simone wanted to speak to him so badly, but wasn’t sure she could even muster a word. I should stop chickening out and just do this! She thought, as she observed his frame from head to toe while he remained still and unmoving. Simone didn’t know how long she had been staring at him. It seemed like she had stared at him for hours, but it had only been less than a few minutes. As she inched over to sit on the bench to wait for the bus completely drenched from the autumn rain, the beautiful looking man began to straighten up and sit upright as he sighed ever so quietly to himself looking forwards viewing the rain before he turned to look directly at Simone who was now seated on the far corner of the bench trying really hard to avoid staring at him any further like a crazy fan.

I must totally be freaking him out! He must think I’m some stalker girl or something… were the thoughts Simone had ringing in her head as she quickly turned her head away from his intense gaze to act like she had not been staring at him all that time. She tried hard to transfix her eyes towards the autumn shower pouring outside the bus shelter, attempting to stretch her head in an obvious motion peering out to see if the bus was coming in their direction in the blurry distance anytime soon. She peeked outside hoping in her heart that the guy on the bench had not noticed her rude habit of staring at things she finds interesting.

Oh my God…he’s soo staring at me….he must be thinking I’m some kind of a freak! Calm down Simone… calm down…breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out…and don’t act soo obvious woman!

In her heart, Simone was blushing with embarrassment. She was so uncomfortable with the way the guy next to her was scanning her. She tried to act cool and act like his existence did not matter to her, but the more she tried to distract herself from noticing him, the more she fidgeted in her seat.

“Simone,” the man said with the most gentle voice she had ever heard.

“Simone…” he repeated her name again.

            Oh please say my name again…it sounds so nice to hear it coming from you… she thought, while giggling in her head as she started to trail off into fantasy land.

“Simone…” the man repeated yet again with a gentle but firm voice this time that rang like an alarm bell in her head to motion her back into reality and to alert her to stop daydreaming away which was yet another bad habit of hers.

“Yes!”   Simone answered back abruptly while trying to gather her faculties together still feeling intoxicated and at the same time feeling extremely excited to find that this guy was finally talking to her. She felt awkward at that moment and a little embarrassed at how drunk she was for one thing, and for also neglecting to respond to him calling out to her name earlier. She could feel her face starting to heat up. Was it the alcohol?? She hoped that he could not see her blushing face in this poor excuse they call dim lighting. A part of her wanted to crawl in a small hole somewhere and die. She was just so ashamed at how she was reacting to this guy’s presence.

              Oh this is sooo embarrassing Simone. Look at what you’ve done girl You know that you should wake up and pay attention when someone as hot as he is is talking to you!!!

Hey wait a minute…how does he know my name???

That was the thought that entered her mind as she just began to realize that this information was not something he could possible know since she hadn’t introduced herself to him yet. She turned to gaze at his appearance scrutinizing this stranger that knew her name, but how?????

She was just about to ask him how he knew her name when she noticed the tear-stained cheeks that glistened in the dim lighting on that beautiful face that now surveyed her. He had clear fiery-hazel looking eyes that in a way looked like the color you would see on a lion. His face was clean shaven and young that you could almost mistake him to be a teenager, but with the intensity of his eyes, she could tell that he was in his early thirties because of the wisdom she could discern was hidden behind his eyes.

Simone was pretty good at predicting a persons age since she worked in the fraud department at the local Precent downtown as an administrative clerk. So many people try to get away with lying about their age as they fill out forms that she hands out during investigations that she now had a knack for distinguishing how old a person really was. It was a strange gift she had since she was a child so she knew for sure by the looks of this man, he was definitely in his thirties even though he looked like a teenager. He had on an amazing fragrance of cologne lingering in the air that intoxicated her senses, but Simone was not sure if that was just the alcohol kicking in that was making her feel kind of high. He was average height and muscular in build so it was clear to her that he exercised on a regular basis. She could not help but notice too many details about the guy that she almost ignored that the man had left evidence on his face that he had been weeping. It looked like he had been crying for a very long time too because his radiantly featured face was masked with a hard to conceal type of pain that seemed so unbearable to ignore and yet he continued to search Simone’s eyes for her full attention.

Simone did not understand why she did what she did next, but she decided to move from her initial position from the far edge of the bench to now sit closer to this stranger in order to offer him some tissues that she had in her purse to wipe away those agonizing tears that were staining his radiant appearance. This was the first time for Simone to see a man cry before her. The only time she had ever seen a man cry was in the movies and even then those tears she had seen in so many movies seemed so fake and contrived that she was convinced that real men never cry; well… at least her ex-boyfriend didn’t bat an eye-lid as he broke up with her. The memory of her recent break up started to fuel her mind with rage, but she quickly brushed the thought aside as she decided to ignore her anger and attend to this stranger who knew her name.

“Are you OK??’ she asked, as she searched in her lulu lemon bag for a Kleenex tissue pack to hand out to him hoping he would use it to wipe away his tears. It was strange…Simone felt no fear sitting next to this complete stranger, let alone a man at that…There was just something about him that made her feel like she was finally at home even though technically, her real home was 25 street lights away.

The crying stranger said, “You have a beautiful name Simone. Do you know what your name means Simone?”

Simone stopped searching for the Kleenex as she was startled by the question.

                Why is he asking me this question???

“No, actually I don’t actually know the meaning, but it’s my Grandmother’s name that my mother gave me when I was born. Hey…wait a minute…how do you know my name mister?” she asked, as she glanced at his face expecting an answer only to find him draw a faint smile on his face as he looked at her. Simone somehow knew he would not answer that question as he remained silent so she returned to search the contents of her bag still feeling drunk in the process for the Kleenex that she wanted to offer him. Eventually, Simone had finally found the small pack of Kleenex tissue in her bag and drew out one for him to use. He thankfully grabbed her sweet offer, but made no attempt to use it to wipe away his glistening face. The tears had now crystallized on his cheeks due to the cold air blowing around the bus shelter and now they seemed to be shining like a trail of glitter stains.

The man in the tuxedo carefully looked at the Kleenex that Simone had offered him as she continued to watch him clasp the neatly-folded tissue in both of his gloved hands, first staring into space before continuing on with the conversation.

                 Aren’t you going to use the tissue??? is what Simone wondered as she saw no movement from him to wipe the tears off his face.

“It means ‘listener'” he continued on to say, unperturbed and seemingly aware that Simone was too focused on his gloves rather than the words coming out of his mouth.

“If you take the Hebrew meaning of the root name Simon, it means ‘he has heard’. A friend of mine has a similar name to yours and he was a very dear friend of mine; however, he was called Simon, not Simone.” He stopped talking to look back at Simone and said,

“Simone, will you listen to my story?”

The man asked her with all earnestness while searching deeply into her eyes with such a piercing gaze that she felt like he could see right through her.

Simone felt unusually uncomfortable with his gaze that even though her heart wanted to run away, she felt a strange comfort in being there with him. She almost felt intoxicated by his gaze but reasoned within herself that she probably was still drunk since she had been drinking a few shots earlier in the evening which could explain why she felt a little flushed.

“Yes, I’ll listen”, was her soft-spoken reply almost forgetting that he asked her a question.

Simone agreed to listen to him not because she felt that she had to or that she had any sense of pity for him, but she decided to do so because she felt an overwhelming curiosity towards this stranger that she wondered why such a man who seemed to look like he had everything at his finger tips, based on the way he was dressed, was now sitting here in this rustic bus shelter with an expression so painful that it felt worse than her ailing broken heart. To Simone, it felt like she was witnessing a shattered soul. Simone felt a strange wave of empathy towards this stranger that made her want to help him to stop feeling so wounded and yet she knew in her heart that she truly did not know how to go about it neither was she in the right condition to do so. She was a little too tipsy and giggly at the same time.

Heck, She was no Dr. Phil….and yet she still desired to embrace him and comfort him. However, because she had no idea who he was, Simone felt very self-conscious and a little cautious around this stranger that even in her timidity, she resigned herself to be the listening ear that he wanted and had determined within herself that she was willing to hear whatever he had to say since that was enough for him, or so she thought. As he watched her eying him in anticipation to hear his story, he momentarily hesitated as if he were deciding whether or not she was the right candidate to share his personal tale. She was not sure if his scrutinizing eyes would disqualify her but he then took another deep breath, accepting Simone’s full attention and began to narrate his story.

Story to be continued in pt. 2….. Registered & Protected