Chronicles Of Deborah

Dear Daddy, I woke up this morning praising and thanking God for this day, asking Him to make sure it goes well, making Him my trust. I got up and as I got to the door I realised you won't be present at this occassion, you won't see your little girl getting called to the Nigerian Bar, You won't be here to give me a hug and say 'My daughter You have made me proud'. Last week thursday I passed out of the NYSC, you where not present either, you where not available to call me and congratulate me. I wish you where here dad, it gets crazy because I just realized I don't even know how you would have congratulated me, if you would hug me, kiss my forehead or raise me up, I don't know what you would have said to me. On the 13th of december you will be 7 years gone. I miss You Dad. I wish you didn't leave me so early, I wish you gave us a chance to bond, I wish you gave me a chance to take out the white hair from your chest again. You won't even be at my weddi

I can't keep calm, my birthday is in a few hours and after returning from all night prayer session in church, I am too grateful for God's goodness in my life, my birthday is also communion sunday which is no coincidence at all, lets check out an extract from my post on the 12th of July 2015, a communion sunday too  ' Now in conclusion my birthday is  on the 30th of August  and the next communion after my birthday would be  on September 13th.  I can already see my testimonies piling up,  August 30th  is on a Sunday, and it is going to be my best birthday so far. It is actually going to be my first birthday in Christ and I really cant wait to wear my new clothes and dance like David danced. That's by the way, I am declaring by faith that  on the 13th of September  I will sit downstairs because I always sit in the gallery upstairs, I will also be really close to the altar all in preparation for my testimony so that when its time I can quickly jump out Lol.  Faith without w