You created my innermost being-Psalm 139

1 You have searched me, LORD,    and you know me. 2 You know when I sit and when I rise;    you perceive my thoughts from afar. 3 You discern my going out and my lying down;    you are familiar with all my ways. 4 Before a word is on my tongue    you, LORD, know it completely. 5 You hem me in behind and before,    and you lay your hand upon me. 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. 7 Where can I go from your Spirit?    Where can I flee from your presence? 8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. 9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,    if I settle on the far side of the sea, 10 even there your hand will guide me,    your right hand will hold me fast. 11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me    and the light become night around me,” 12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;    the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. 13 For you created my inmost being;    you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;    your works are wonderful,    I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you    when I was made in the secret place,    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;    all the days ordained for me were written in your book    before one of them came to be. 17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!    How vast is the sum of them! 18 Were I to count them,    they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you. 19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!    Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty! 20 They speak of you with evil intent;    your adversaries misuse your name. 21 Do I not hate those who hate you, LORD,    and abhor those who are in rebellion against you? 22 I have nothing but hatred for them;    I count them my enemies. 23 Search me, God, and know my heart;    test me and know my anxious thoughts. 24 See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

Once a child with the story, now the woman with the dream

It was just like a normal day; rain had justified itself and midnight was just creeping in. You took the wheels, drove yourself down the dark path to the labour room. The day said I am Tuesday, August 28 but you didn't have strength to reply. All you could do was cry out in pain.

The road to the hospital felt like a long journey. Hundred times down the road, you had to hold pain at ransom. I cramped over and over. I want to be out, I screamed from within you. It is getting cold and your skin burn hurt in pain. You groaned, cried, screamed, moaned, prayed; it was a long wait.

Now you've arrived but I won’t. You wonder in pain, what else, could be keeping me waiting. Waiting you had to do this night as you laid in bed with legs apart. It is over 270 days and now your dream seems not to be coming forth. All what your flushed eyes saw were nurses running helter, skelter, your itchy ears thought it heard labour, labour. You bowed your head to pray and cried, ‘Now! Please, lord!’ Before you knew it, you were on your knees, groaning in pain. No one seems to be listening, knives, scalpels, blades, white aprons running the aisle. 
Suddenly, you felt hands pulling you in every direction. They sang in one voice Push! Push!! 
'I am', you said annoyingly. You were so scared; you threw your legs in the air and pushed. 

(noise) screaming

then (silence) 

Alas! Your joy have arrived. It was a long wait but it now feels like a minute.

I am grateful to God for giving me you, my blessed mother. You waited in pain to have me this night, Tuesday 28, August. It won’t have been better. Although, it was a long year, and you faced so much; it was a worthwhile journey. It might not have been the brightest of morning. I might not be the brightest of girls and prettiest among women. My hair might not drape like satin and eyes glitter like emerald. I am your child with a story and you are my mother. Now, I am a woman with the DREAM

This is a tribute to my mum and all the mothers out there. You deserve that attention and all the flowers in the world for bearing pain and bringing us forth.

Oluwamitomisin

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Why have?

I wonder what in the world, I am doing. I wonder if someone needs to break through my head to make me understand, some fellows are not worth the stress. It bits my imagination, why I have chosen to pour my oil in a leaking cistern. Why I have chosen to wear my loveliest apparel to an ordinary gathering?

Why have you adorned yourself so much in vain admiration, Tosin. Have you forgotten so suddenly that your royal apparel could be cast into the sea of the ordinary and your modest adorning shattered into pieces? Have you forgotten so soon 'Daughter of Zion' that men not of worth likely think you are the same.

I will ask you like the son of man, where is wisdom you seek? Where can it be found? Even among the noblest princes, wisdom is rare and among women, it is largely missing. Woman of understanding, where is your worth? Why have you cast it out at young? I searched all over and cannot comprehend the folly that now lives with noble women. Why have you cast this young beauty to swine and rob dignity in the mud of none. Beauty is vain; charm is deceitful like the tongue of a flattery man. He cannot comprehend her worth; he throws her from one to the next.  Where can it be found? In the inward spirit of a man?

For all I know, you are worth than your folly. You are created in the image of God and He has paid the price on your behalf to be in His likeness. I am sure your worth would be difficult to gauge and weight of no measure, because ornaments cannot describe your choice value. The price of wisdom is beyond rubies, so get wisdom and apply understanding. It is easy to forget wisdom but when you suddenly remember, it reminds you that you are worth more than and cannot be compared with....an interesting lesson in life.

No one worth your attention and takes priority, if they do not value your values. Not worth fighting for, if you are not valued and respected.

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