I came to show Myself

I came to show myself
I came
I came to show you
How strong
You already are
Your heart is hid in me
I will always show off my treasures
For the whole world to see
That I am the one
Who has held you close forever
Who has never left you
Who shows you love unending
Did I not set the stars in the sky
And the ocean waves to roar
Did I not craft each heart
As delicate as a dew drop
But yet unbreakably strong
It is I who has never left you
Whispering my love
This is just the beginning
Of new times of joy unimaginable
Of a wiping away of tears
Of unfolding of eternity's space
🙏🏾🙏🏾🙌🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙌🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙌🏾


Lara Cookey
05 Nov 2017

National self sabotage...........the broken Nigerian educational system

My shed tears come from some deep place
Spanning back centuries and going forward Millennia
Injustice, lack of knowledge, curtailing of developmental freedoms
Victims of unwitting effects
National self sabotage!
The strategic thinkers, creative and high reasoning leaders of our nation
Literally blighted from the beginning
In their homes, at school, in the environment
A stripping away of vital frameworks for national development
Stamping out, and totally annihilating the possibilities of tomorrow
The ravaging effects of yesteryear must stop
The crying must stop
Young minds must be given the right to grow
No, no no! No more killings
No more strangulated development

The beauty of His grace, the power of His love

I have recently been playing around with 'Google sketch up', drawing up my designs of Play ground equipment, and decided to try out my doodles as well. They may look a bit child-like, but i am enjoying trying things out. I just had to draw something to express some of the ideas floating in my head. Afterwards, I looked at it, and thought, that looks so pedestrian! Well, never mind about pedestrian illustrations and my discoveries with a drawing programme, and on to the substantive ideas floating in my head........
. 
I was sitting in a chair inside my room with my back to the window, and I could hear a large bluebottle fly buzzing past my window at top speed, outside, on the other side of the mosquito mesh. I was intrigued that such a loud noise was coming from a small creature, and also the fact that the noise does not come from its mouth! The noise comes from their wings flapping at high speed . It is interesting to note that man takes the credit for having 'invented' all sorts of sophisticated 'rotor blades' that are used in many technology solutions.

The avian family have vocal chords and distinguish themselves with their unique 'bird songs', quite apart from other distinguishing features such as colour, size, shape of beak , feet etc. Giraffes do not have a voice, but they distinguish themselves with their graceful long necks and i think their long eyelashes fringing their beautiful eyes are adorable. Crickets don't actually make a sound from their mouths either but can tune up quite a loud noise , with their own sounds generated from rubbing their wings together. Dogs can hear sounds that are inaudible to the human ear. I don't know why these facts have presented themselves in my mind this morning. It is all a bit random!

However, i observe that the beauty of creation is around us everywhere. Everything has been specially crafted with its own unique design. I know that I am stating the obvious here, but can these things ever be said too often? Can I please appreciate creation and then bow to the master, the creator, the ultimate designer of all time?
Please indulge me.

I believe God's plan in crafting each unique thing is that each one has its own 'voice', each one has been given characteristics and tools with which to express the beauty of how they were created. Each one is given these , and the opportunity to utilise them ultimately to pay back the glory to the one who made them. Each one has the potential to be a reflection of the power of its creator.

No matter the limitations, real or imagined that I have, I am plugged into this idea that I must transcend these and find every possible means of reflecting the beauty of His grace and the power of His love.

So, go ahead, be what God created you to be, join the throng of all creation and distinguish yourself in the ways God intended. Enjoy the knowledge that you are in His purpose.


Let everything that has breath praise The Lord
Psalm 150:6


My own little Psalm of praise.....

I praise you with my voice
With the rushing of breath through my nose 
With the beat of my heart
With the sound of my footsteps

I praise you
With no sound at all
In stillness
I bow
Fear is gone
Your love is near
I bow
And I hear your voice

Notes on being wheelchair bound

Oh no!
The topic of discussion right from their car ride home from my friend's mouth will undoubtedly be the sight of me in a wheel chair at the airport. Her mobile will be ringing 'off the hook' as several calls will be coming through to ask for first hand details and discuss all the possible reasons. From now until some other scintillating news hits the grape vine, waves of this new status of mine this will be the hot new topic.
I must get used to this very quickly but I am just saying this to make myself feel better.
I dole out instant emotional counselling each time I meet someone I know. I have to re assure them that I understand how seeing me makes them grapple with their own mortality and frailty way ahead of expected time. I have to assist them with expressing and processing the shock.      

That is all   

Just messing about-wearing a parcel ribbon

......and then there are those who won't even look my way at all. Those who busy themselves with trolleys and staring at spaces where they expect their luggage to be soon. They look as though they are conjuring their bags to make an early entrance so they can hurry away. The laughter they were sharing with someone  a moment ago has died in it's tracks. They inspect imaginary things suspended from the ceilings and take a sudden sharp interest in the footwear they pushed on to their own feet that morning.

All very interesting, all still new.
 

Order out of chaos

I spent a couple of hours with an elderly relative today and took it upon myself to de-clutter her dressing table while we chatted about all sorts of things and made loud comments about the programme that was showing on her TV. We ended up with a full carrier bag of junk, mainly wonky plastic bangles, several dead padlocks, twisted old ropes and strings, old keys, parts of things that could not be identified, as well as an empty manicure set, not to talk of a defunct battery operated nail grooming set from my many, many years back who's main parts were missing and the emery pad was disintegrating into powder! Just before this, I just about restrained her from jumping into the bath at 4pm to wash her hair because she said the centre was itching and she felt hot. So she agreed to spray the scalp with one of her myriad hair things and scratched it vigorously with one of about 12 gnarled plastic combs. She took my suggestion to postpone hair washing till she could go to the hairdressers the following day. However, I rescued a tuft of artificial hair from one tall beautiful green ceramic bowl with an elegant pointed cover. Under it was a relic of a suitcase strap. You will be surprised at the kind of stuff that we keep. After a while, they just become part of the scene in our lives and drop completely out of the radar of our attention.

On the table, there were also 3 bottles of that methylated dusting powder -you know the white canister made out of tin with brown skewed writing that has been produced since Mungo Park's time! She explained that there were three because one of her grandchildren might need one since she has skin issues too. With her provision of this emergency skin remedy service, who needs a dermatologist and prescription skin treatment?!

However, I was unable to remedy whatever she had done to her telly's colour balance that tinged all the images with a lurid orange, but I deleted her messages from DSTV as far back as nine months ago.

We had a good time and she did not let me leave before pressing into my hands a three pack set of body butter, vanilla, almond ,and I forget what. It is so lovely how we do that in our culture; give random unsolicited gifts -just because

When I first got married, I played an unspoken game with my hubby . Every time hubby straitened up an object to lie parallel to the centre table's edges, I would deliberately move it and make it slightly skewed. He would constantly keep straightening it up, and I would chuckle inwardly. Well, what can I now say about myself, now that I have become unable to leave someone else's cluttered dressing table alone? Why have I now re arranged her stuff in neat rows? She was very pleased, don't get me wrong, and grateful for the new look I gave it. However, to be honest, I realised that my motivation went far beyond wanting to help her out. I am sure now that I may have become 'OCD' about certain things.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder in it's mild form appears to be on the increase. Is this a way in which we as humans are reacting en masse to the uncertainty and disorder in our world?

Was I in some way trying to arrange those things out of a compulsive  desire to bring order out of chaos, and why is it that I could not leave the mess alone as it was? But then again, is that not what God did at creation-bring order out of chaos? No! I am not looking for lame excuses-honest!