The Dilz Journey

Something this pandemic season has been highlighting for me THE MOST are the fulfilling of things once foretold - prophecy, dreams and visions in the Cunningham season. and it all just keeps me quiet QUIET. like idk what to do with all these feels but just letting myself soak it all in and chill.    It all  breaks me purely - in the sense that I am being humbled by the perfection of clarity this season has been giving me about that season.   I miss it - listening to teachings everyday. I cherish it. I hold it all close to my heart because that really happened and Im really still basking in the glory of it all - not in a unhealthy creepy way  (minus the toxic stuff ) but just in the sense there is so much to take out from that season and Im still gathering it all 3 years later.     [Unnecesary info but, To the point where I removed all my songs and only added the ministry songs + some others to keep me sane and liberated through...

Let me just write out my prayer for all these. "Father. May hearts be stirred for You. May hearts be shaken to move FOR You. May lives be enriched, encouraged, uplifted, rekindled to live for You. and it doesnt have to be huge or known and seen by the world - just be seen and known by You. That these pennings will go forth and serve and comfort and generate peace wherever it is received. For Your Names sake. Amen."  Please note, I am totally talking to myself (lol) or an invisible audience or my journal or God in all these. I like recording or taking notes of ALL that is happening or all that speaks to my heart/interests accordingly.  H ere's a few...  March 31st, 2020:  Truth bomb: "We were already in crises with the vitriol,...loss of empathy for each other, ..ignoring genderism, racism, and a general mood of disrespect and narcissism. We were already in a crises globally!"   - Bishop TD Jakes on Instagram   April 5th...

In all of this COVID19 craze, I just want to honour our mother.    Globally the churches in this pandemic have gathered and prayed Psalm 91 over the world.   What a time to be alive!  I feel comforted by it all because our mother made us learn it and say it over ourselves veisiga kece e bulia na Kalou (every single day of our lives). Of course there are times when it was said out of boredom and routine BUT all in all  reaping its favourable results.  Harm may have come our way over the years but we're still here - surviving. Shame may have tried its course but never succeeded. Death may have thought to wear us out but it never kept us down.  Fear gripping us by the neck, but never lasted its course.  She will never have to prove herself because she was busy long preparing her household from harm.  Mothers are a gift!  We stand tall and firm in our faith grip because while the world was teaching us how to ear...