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.
Lemme just drop this.
*closes eyes and takes a deep breath*
My blog has been inactive for 2 months now. I had to take an exam this past month and I feel that’s excuse enough for being offline.
But in all honesty I’ve been running. I’ve been playing Jonah with my writing. I was having a conversation with someone early this year and we got to my writing and the person told me something along the lines of ‘what is the point of writing if you’re not writing for God?’ After May, I felt the urge to make my blog a Christian blog and I started running. Writing became a huge challenge because it meant I won’t just close my eyes and whip something up from the depths of my imagination whenever I wanted to post; it meant I’d have to ask the Holy Spirit for help and wait for him to answer and give me the go-ahead. And sometimes it feels like I can do without God (I can’t BTW) Like why do I need his help when it comes to writing? This is like my thing; why should I ask for help? Why do I need monitoring? Why do I need to ask permission? And so on and so forth.
So it began. I started playing Jonah sometime in July, posting sporadically. A friend of mine told me that my posts were losing their buzz, what was happening to me? I was thoroughly discouraged and I kept on playing Jonah. I explained the whole situation to another friend and he told me ‘Best to write by the leading of the Spirit and touch one person’s life than for everyone to praise my posts and there’s no difference.’ His words were such an encouragement but I still kept playing Jonah.
I didn’t want to share my struggles on my blog and it’s like God wanted me to do the very thing I didn’t want to do. So as usual, when my will clashes with his, nothing works out till his will is done.
So here I am back from my hiatus (I love that word). I’m done playing Jonah. It’s time to let go. Jesus take the wheel, Im’ma be in the back seat from now on. Writing this, the heavy burden that has been on my chest–which prevented me from doing what I love for over 2 months– has been lifted.
Piece of advice: Don’t resist the will of God, it’s futile (I learnt from experience)
So… I’m back!!!
Who missed me?
👑 Àyànfé Oba (the King’s Beloved)
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