Remember by Karen Kingsbury and Gary Smalley.
This is the second installment in the Redemption series and wow wow wow! I’m still not over it. After finishing Book 1, Redemption, 2 weeks ago, I just had to get myself the second book and boy! was it worth it. If you haven’t read this book, I’m recommending it now!
I just love the way the authors manage to make the title of the book, which is usually an abstract noun or a verb rhyme with the whole story till the end.
Remember was basically about remembering, Kari got to remember her first love, her first husband and all, Ashley’s story was the bigger one with a deeper rooted meaning and bringing Alzheimer’s patients into the novel was just beautiful.
The authors also wrote about the 9/11 attacks in the novel. I was barely a toddler when the attacks happened, but the ability of the writers to carefully, adequately and expertly explain the attacks, from the plane crashes, to the global shock, to even little details like the smell of sulphur and ash, the smell of death, the smell of hell; I was taken to another place and time and God knows, I cried.
The narrative is exquisite and next to none really. The ability of the writers to write the novel from several view points, giving each character particular traits and a means of observation to make the narrative style unique is simply goals!
The ability of a Christian writers to also delve into the field of humanism, explaining the concept; giving it weight, credence and even life was beyond me. For well-founded Christians to expertly explain and showcase the minds of those who are dead-set against God, wow! Just wow! Extreme kudos to the authors, I cannot wait to read book 3.
This novel is simply a winner! The message given to readers at the end is basic. Don’t get too caught up! Remember the most important things in your life; remember your faith; remember your first love.
If you’re looking to develop your prayer life, here are some tips. They worked for me and I hope they work for you too.
First off, you need to stop thinking of prayer as a straight-laced, military-regimented kind of exercise. Open your mind to God, see it instead as a conversation with your Maker, the One who owns the Universe, talk to God as you would a close friend and then, just flow. Tell him anything and everything.
Second, I believe it essential for you to know yourself and know your limit. A friend once told me of how she wanted to get serious with her prayer life and decided to go an hour a day. It didn’t work out eventually. You should know your limit, if you’re not a person who is used to prayer. Start small, maybe 15 minutes a day, then gradually increase your prayer time as you get better. I started with an hour a week, gradually I increased to 30 minutes a day, then 45 minutes a day and on and on. Prayer is a gradual process. Do not neglect the process.
Fellowship with the Holy Spirit is also key to enjoying prayer time. When the Spirit communes with you often (and this can take on several forms) you’ll find yourself looking forward to prayer time just to enjoy those blessed moments with Him.
Finally, I’ll suggest that you get a prayer partner. Someone who you’re comfortable with who can pray for you and you can also pray for, or you could even join a prayer group.
Try these tips and if you notice an improvement in your prayer life don’t hesitate to share your testimony with me.
Feel free to comment other healthy tips to growing your prayer life, I’d love to hear from you.
Don’t hesitate to shar if this post has blessed you, you never know who could be in need of it.
In case no one noticed, I’ve been putting efforts into finishing EXP #1. That story has dragged on for way too long, but I hate forcing myself to write, so… here we are.
I think I’m making being a Christian Blogger a whole lot harder than it should be really, and I just hate leaving my blog without posting when I am when I am well within the means to post, so I asked the Holy Spirit and he was like why don’t you write about prayer?
So… anyone who knows me or at least the person I have/am becom(e/ing) in recent times probably knows I love to pray. I try not to joke with prayer time.
I wasn’t always like this though. In fact there was a time I used to dread going to church and prayer really. But after I realised that I couldn’t continue treating God like a backup plan, I became serious with my relationship with Him.
Becoming serious with prayer though… That was work. Real work. I don’t even know why, but at a point in my life stringing words together during prayer session was just too daunting a task. It was too stressful. Thank God for the gift of the Holy Spirit and speaking in tongues, because once I received the Holy Ghost baptism praying in known tongues became a thing of the past. So speaking in tongues helped me during prayer. Alot.
I’ve met a lot of people who would rather worship than pray, and nobody should get me wrong, worship is good, it’s also a form of prayer. However, prayer; real and actual Kabashing is still needed. Some things just have to be prayed. Some prayers just have to be made. Yes, worship unlocks God’s heart to us and all, but when his heart is open we need to make supplication for ourselves and others and this is done only through prayer.
Prayer simply is the key and we need to become serious with it.
Next post I’ll discuss some tips to developing your prayer life, so if you’re interested click the link tomorrow evening.
Its Tuesday evening.
I cringed as another crashing sound came from upstairs.
The Slave Master has been at it for close to 20 minutes now.
He stormed into the house and went upstairs without so much of a glance in my direction—not that it bothered me or anything—his personal aides had followed him in, dropped his stuff off in his study and made their exit immediately. Then it started, different crashing and breaking sounds came from his room intermittently, each one causing me to jump in fear.
What could be wrong with the Slave Master?
The sound of household furniture that had just met its demise met my ears once again.
I sighed as I stood up from where I was perched on the couch.
Shaking my head as I thought to myself ‘I can’t take this anymore’ I marched up the stairs.
I paused at the landing that led to his room and I remembered how the Slave Master had categorically warned me not to set foot into his room. I hesitated as I realised just how foolish a step I was about to take. The Slave Master was usually very ill-tempered on his good days, and today was apparently a bad day for him. Was it really in my place to get him to stop this temper tantrum of his?
The sound of something breaking not too far away from me pulled me out of my reverie and made up my mind for me. I marched forward to the Slave Master’s room.
The door was open and right in front of it lay the carcass of a dead Samsung phone.
I took a deep breath before pushing the door open, the sound of my entry made the Slave Master pause from where he stood and he turned to look at me, lowering his arm which held a bedside lamp that he was probably about to fling out of the window.
“What are you doing here?” he asked in his dead and emotionless voice.
I had not been expecting that question.
What exactly was I doing here?
I thought I already decided that it wasn’t in my place to get him to stop his temper tantrum?
How had my brain forgotten to process this information to the rest of my body?
“Are you deaf?” he bellowed, causing me to shrink back from where I stood in terror.
I cleared my throat “Um…”
I cleared my throat again, it seemed as though all my words were stuck there and my brain wasn’t even making an effort to want to function at all.
I don’t know for how long I stood there, standing like a fool, probably with my mouth hanging open because the Slave Master suddenly burst out laughing.
I just kept staring, and he kept laughing. As in, actual laughter and not the usual humourless and dead laughter I was used to from him. He doubled over and wiped his eye and looked up at me and burst into another fit of hysteria.
That was when I shut my mouth.
He was probably laughing at me and how foolish I looked. Scratch the probably part. He was laughing at me and how foolish I looked.
“What’s so funny?” I finally found my voice when he was done.
“Oh God! You should have seen the look on your face”
I sighed and looked around the room. Everything was a mess. The beside table lay in a broken heap, clothes were strewn all over the place, the full length dressing mirror lay in broken shards on the floor, and that was just the little I could see from where I stood at the door.
“Why don’t we go outside for a bit” I said looking up at the Slave Master who had been staring at me as I carried out my inspection on his room.
He obliged and followed me downstairs.
“I take it you’re in a bad mood” said I.
“How did you manage to figure that out?” he asked sarcastically.
“You know what you need?” I asked, ignoring his stupid comment.
“What?” he asked.
“Puff puff, puff puff always makes everything better. Where are your car keys? I know a place nearby that has the best puff puff” I replied.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked with his most serious straight face.
“Nope, I’m dead serious”
The Slave Master sighed then shrugged and ushered me outside.
Yay! We’re going to get puff puff!!!
EXP #1 has been made easier to read. In all installments, along with the authors note, there are navigation pointers attached to guide you to either the previous post (which has << inserted before the attached links) or the next post (which has >> before the attached link). To get other installments of EXP #1 search for the category EXP #1 in the search box and this will bring out all EXP #1 posts in the order of newest to oldest.
Brino” Bruno said to me through the phone later that night.
“Stop disturbing me I want to sleep” I told him, hoping my tone was nasty enough to put him off. He’d been calling me non-stop since I hung up on him earlier today when he told me that he’d not been able to get anything tangible off the Slave Master’s computer, causing me to have an asthma attack in vain.
“Brino I’m sorry” he said.
“Is that all? Can I go to bed now?” I snapped.
“No” he said.
“What else?” I asked impatiently.
“Did you see Walter today?”
“What do you mean ‘Did I see Walter?’ How would I be able to see Walter, I’m locked up in this place all day” I was already annoyed.
“I saw him at the Slave Master’s house” Bruno said.
“What?” all my previous emotions were replaced by curiosity.
“Yeah, he came in as I was leaving, at first I wasn’t sure it was him, but one of the men greeted him and called his name, confirming my suspicion”
“What was Walter doing here?” I asked nonplussed.
“I don’t know. That’s why I called to ask if you saw him”
“No, I didn’t” I said to him as my head started spinning in different directions.
Walter was part of the den of thieves I used to move with before I met Bruno. He was Idris’ right-hand man; just like he’d found me and took me in, Idris had done same for Walter years before he met me and they were totally inseparable. You know how people say no smoke without fire? Well, Walter was the smoke to Idris’ fire.
I sat on my bed and sighed into the phone.
What business did Walter have with the Slave Master?
Did Idris know of Walter’s business with the Slave Master?
My head was a tangle of jumbled thoughts as I thought back to the last time I’d seen Walter, it was at a party nearly 2 months ago, a party Bruno had advised me not to go to. When I first saw him, I turned in the other direction hoping he hadn’t seen me, later events of the night had proven otherwise as Walter and a bunch of my other old friends had come up to me, we started talking and one thing led to another, he eventually dared me to steal a car; the car that landed me in my current situation if I might add.
“Brino, Brino, are you still there?” Bruno asked.
“Yeah” I replied slowly as I surfaced from the sea of my thoughts “Yeah, I’m here. I was just thinking of the last time I saw Walter”
“He dared me to steal a car” I replied simply.
“Oh” Bruno said “… wait… you don’t mean…”
I could practically see the wheels spinning in his head so I kept quiet.
“You don’t mean that car. The Slave Master’s car? Right?”
I sighed into the phone giving him his answer.
“Coincidence much?” I finally said with a humourless laugh.
“Could it be a coincidence? Really?” Bruno voiced out my very thoughts.
The person who had dared me to a steal car, ended up in the house of the very person who owned the car I stole, while I was on house arrest there. What were the odds of that?
“It has to be a co-incidence” I said into the phone with doubt injected heavy into my words “it just has to be. Walter dared me to break into any car I wanted, it was a full parking lot and he wouldn’t have known the car I’d pick.”
My head was spinning wildly; I could feel my brain overheating already. I analysed everything from that night up to the present moment. Nothing was making sense.
I heard Bruno sigh into the phone moments later, as I recalled events that had taken place today and I was tempted to tell Bruno of the deal I made with the Slave Master just this evening, the only thing that stopped me was the statement the Slave Master made after I shook his hand.
“One more thing” he’d said through his devilish smile.
I blinked ‘what?’
“No one, no one at all must find out about this. Understood?”
I nodded yes.
“Alright, good night” at that he shifted his chair and left me alone in the dinning room.
“Bruno I’m tired” I said into the phone at last.
“Yeah, me too” he sighed “good night”
“Hey” I said to the Slave Master as he stepped into the house in the evening.
He appraised me with a raised eyebrow as I lay sprawled on a single seat couch, remote in hand, channel surfing.
“Hey yourself” he answered much to my surprise “Are you alright?”
“I should be asking you same. Are you alright? Did you hit your head or something?” I replied amidst my shock.
He gave a low huff, which was probably meant to be a laugh “I’m asking about your health” he deadpanned “I was informed of your asthma attack earlier today”
“What don’t you know?” I wondered aloud.
“What triggered it?” he asked ignoring my question.
I shrugged and changed the station.
“Should I bring your dinner?” I asked changing the topic.
The Slave Master looked at me funny for a little bit before nodding his head and going on inside.
“Why don’t you eat with me?” the Slave Master suggested as I served him dinner.
“I already ate” I replied, not bothering to look up as I kept on with pouring water into his cup.
“Sit by me then” he insisted.
I looked up at him now, he stared back with an unwavering gaze, then with a sigh I propped myself on the dinning chair next to his.
“Wow” he said “I was kind of looking forward to you putting up a fight”
“I know” I muttered staring at my hands as I placed them before me on the table “I try not to be too predictable every time”
“Hmmn, thank God you’re always predictable every time I need you to be”
“What?” I asked out of sheer confusion and received no reply. Typical.
I drummed my fingers along the table out of boredom “Just how lonely are you?”
“Very” he replied with a sincere burst of emotion which caused me to look up at him.
His face was a million emotions in one, I had not expected that.
“Are you alright?” I asked softly, this wasn’t the Slave Master I was used to.
No reply, as usual.
“Well, if you’re lonely, I suggest that you surround yourself with people and make new friends”
The Slave Master gave a dead laugh “I don’t like being around too many people and making new friends is not exactly my thing”
“Well, that’s the only cure to your loneliness” I stated matter-of-factly.
“I’m fine like this, besides I’m not lonely, I have you to keep me company” he looked up at me with that said.
“Yeah” I admitted “But what happens when I pay up and clock out?”
He shrugged “I have a suggestion”
I looked at him eagerly urging him to go on.
“Instead of paying me up, why don’t you… you know… do me a favour?”
My eyebrows shot up thinking of only one kind of favour that a man could ask of a woman, the Slave Master reading my thoughts gave a nervous laugh and said incredulously “I’m not talking of that kind of favour” causing my heart rate to go back to its normal pace.
“I’m not really popular with your aunt, so you probably know that I’m not welcome at Judisque-Allan, I’ll need you to help me deliver something to Nosa Osaretin’s secretary on Thursday”
“And once I deliver this thing, I’m a free being?” I asked, it all seemed too good to be true.
“Of course not” said the Slave Master as he burst my bubble “we’ll have to wait for maybe a week and if everything goes according to plan, you can walk”
“If not?” I asked.
The Slave Master shrugged like that was enough of an answer.
If not, I’d still have to pay up.
But what could he have me deliver that would clear a debt that ran into millions?
It didn’t make sense.
Barely anything did with the Slave Master though.
I looked up at him, to find his gaze fixed on me.
“Are you gonna do it?” he asked.
I closed my eyes and wondered some more what I could possibly be delivering that would clear my debt in a week.
I sighed, as I weighed my options before looking up at him.
“Fine” I said.
The Slave Master stretched out his hand to me for a handshake saying “Do I have your word?”
“Sure, whatever” I said as I shook his hand.
He then gave a smile, a full-blown smile that had me feeling like I’d just sold my soul to the devil.
Oh God, what have I just agreed to?
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