Most of the time, Christians remember having a powerful God when they have tried all they could without results. To such Christians, God is the last option. To them, God wants them to try all that is humanly possible and fail woefully then He would finally come through as their knight in shining armour to […]
Mina looked at the pink baby in the bassinet near her bed. This was not her first child, yet the feeling was alien to her.
An eye for an eye will leave the whole world in darkness. Learn to let it go seventy-seven times seven times.
Every time I look at him, I recall how close we were to losing him this year and thank God for him. We could say buoyancy kept him afloat till his father got to the well, but who taught him to hang onto a plank to keep him above water? Who taught him to stay calm and keep his head above the cold water?
Is it wrong to highlight the positives of childbearing? Pause in your romantic daydreaming of raising children and consider a few things first.
The sun streamed into the room, hitting Japheth squarely on his face. Since when did the sun get to his bedroom so brilliantly? Then he felt it – no, her.
But that scar… I couldn’t bring myself to look at it yet. In fact, I couldn’t bring myself to look at Tabitha in the same way ever again. I felt so betrayed by that scar!
This was my first pregnancy and it had taught me a lot of interesting things, the last of which has changed my perspective about having children forever. I had a smooth pregnancy: I mean, no morning sickness, no loss of appetite, no crazy cravings, I had that pregnancy glow which made many people compliment me every time. I was strong; I could walk the distance and carry loads that were safe for pregnancy. I only went to the hospital when my antenatal visit was due.
It was the day after the heavy rains. The sun seemed cheerful in the blue sky, the clouds – a scattering of white and grey columns – floated lazily across the sky. It was a lazy day; even the wind blew lazily. Marcus Smith brought out his plastic chair and went straight to the summer
Zach screamed. For the first time in thirty-six years, he screamed the air out of his lungs. ‘Stop being a baby,’ the apparition said, his voice sounding like tar, effectively silencing the petrified man. Zach was staring at a nightmare. And the nightmare was staring back at him. That thing had his wife in captivity.
