This song is so soothing, and I have to post it. Jason Upton is a worship leader I just stumbled upon on YouTube. His songs drip with such revelation and mystery that I know he must be a profoundly spiritual man who loves the Lord.
Our lives are fast-paced, and sometimes we don’t pause to listen to our heartbeats, which yearn for something greater than ourselves. I have found love in God, and it settles my heart. I hope whoever listens to this deep song will find rest in God and His love. Below are the lyrics of the song. I hope you’ll enjoy listening to the music.
Love is a winding road Older than old, and hard to straighten Love is a mystery It’s got a hold on me And I just can’t shake it Love It’s a winding road
And love is a dangerous word to those who fear losing control ‘Cause love is a wild wind and no one knows which way it goes Love It’s a dangerous word
So, take a piece of bread and a cup of wine A common place and a common time And sit down at the table with love
Sit down at the table with love
Love is not far away It’s a home that stays right where we are ‘Cause love it can let us go It can hold us close It can heal our heart Oh, love
Is not far away Is not far away Sit at the table Come on, sit down at the table Come at the table If you haven’t already, come by me Come on, sit down at the table Do you feel ashamed? Let the shame go Sit down at the table
I hope you enjoyed the song, have a lovely weekend friends!
Through the many changes I have seen over the years, faith, family, and friendship have been not only a constant for me but a source of personal comfort and reassurance
From the Queen’s Christmas speech, 2018
I believe there may have been hundreds or thousands of articles written about the passing of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, who passed away last week, September 8, 2022, in Balmoral, Scotland, at 96. But I will remember the Queen, as many of us would, as a constant factor in our lives.
I’m almost fifty and had always known the Queen of England was always there, working for us, the British people and Commonwealth nations. She was a fixture of stability and courage in times of trouble.
As someone who loves to smile, the Queen’s visage is always joyous, creased up in a smile, and there was also a twinkle in her eyes. I love that.
I saw Her Majesty in 2017 with His Royal Highness, the Duke of Edinburgh, through my office window when the Queen officially opened the New Scotland Yard. I was working at the Ministry of Defence building in Whitehall then. My impression was how petite she looked but what struck me was the way the Queen carried herself, regal but simple at the same time.
The Queen’s Work Ethics
The fact that two days before she passed, Queen Elizabeth met Liz Truss, our new Prime Minister, and asked her to form a new government, is mind-blowing. I spoke to a colleague who commented that not many people could still work at that age, yet, the Queen was still working, even though, if she had refused because of ill-health, her son, the new King Charles III, may have stood in for her.
Then on Wednesday, September 14, at precisely 14:22, I solemnly watched the procession as the Queen’s coffin, draped in the Royal Standard, representing the Sovereign of the UK, and the Imperial State Crown resting on the top of the casket, left Buckingham Palace for the final time, the Queen’s former home, for Westminster Hall for the lying-in-state. I realised that Kings and Queens are still mortals. We will all die one day.
Change and Legacies
Change is constant, and the legacies we leave behind after our demise are important. How would we want to be remembered?
The Queen is revered around the world, but as a human, she had her flaws, too; who doesn’t? As we mourn the Queen’s passing, it would be great if we could pause and take stock of our lives too.
Time is fleeting. It passes swiftly like a kite released by a youngster.
May, the soul of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, rest in peace, and I pray for the Royal Family, hoping they will love each other and eschew the toxicity that has engulfed the family in recent years.
May King Charles III also be imbued with wisdom to rule kindly, and may his heart pant after God as a defender of the Faith. God Save the King!
Earlier today, I was reading one of my articles published in 2016, and as I trawled through the comments, I realised a common thread, everyone wanted to love someone and be loved. That’s just it.
We want to find our place in society, and we don’t want to be restricted or labelled. We want to be recognised as humans, respected for who we are, and acknowledged in the scheme of things. That, I think, is what we want.
However, we all know that things are not as simple as they seem, which makes me wonder why we overcomplicate things. Why do we look for approval? Why aren’t we satisfied with the way we are? We have this overarching desire to be appreciated, which is not bad, but we often cause ourselves grief and unnecessary harm trying to bow to peer pressure.
We often read stories of how teenagers commit crimes to show off to their friends, and that behaviour may have spilt over to their adult years.
The good news is we can change the trajectory of our lives. Just as the human liver can regenerate, I believe we can change the story of our lives.
If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, Change your attitude.
There may be obstructions to changing bad attitudes, but with determination, we can do it. I’ll link this article to the ongoing UN Climate Change Conference of the Parties (COP26) in Glasgow. We can change the tide and regenerate our climate. There are still many naysayers who don’t believe in global warming, but it’s real.
We only have this planet as our home, and I believe we should protect it for future generations. It’s a matter of changing our mindsets and thinking of other people rather than ourselves, and before we know it, we’ll start making the right choices.
Change is constant, and I think we can start now. Whether you’re leaving an abusive relationship or changing self-destructive attitudes, change is always consistent.
We can regenerate, and therein lies the power of humans!
My new documentary, The Human Story, premiered on YouTube on 28 September, 2021.
The Human Story documentary explores the effects of the COVID-19 virus on women and how they coped with household chores and taking care of their families while some were also working during the first and second lockdowns. As at the time of filming in May 2021, the virus had claimed the lives of over 2.71 million people, and by the time we wrapped up filming in August 2021, over 4.55 million people had sadly died.
As a practising Christian, hope is an integral part of my being, it’s something I hold on to when life gets so boring and unbelievably tough. But my hope is not in myself. It’s in God. I am an optimist. I believe in a better world, I always have, it’s inbuilt, it’s like an innate ability that no matter what happens now, there will be a better tomorrow. Life is sometimes painful, and as we trudge through it, we may have moments punctuated with joy, optimism, and hope. We can turn things around and that message of hope was the main driving force while I was producing this latest film.
The devastation and uncertainty of the pandemic are so pervasive that the loss of lives was one of the visual aspects of the virus. The hidden cost of the disease lies in lost jobs, shuttered businesses, economic devastation, and a mental health crisis that is seething underneath nations trying to crawl out of static survival mode to some form of normalcy. Every nation of the world is trying to claw back their dignity, and people are still struggling.
The core message of The Human Story is encouraging women to take care of themselves and their mental health. There is hope for everyone going through depression, fear, and anxiety; however, the first thing is recognising that one needs help. Anxiety and fear are so common now that it’s been trivialised, and they shouldn’t be. Recent events, such as the brutal murders of Sarah Everard and Sabina Nessa, is preying on people’s minds. I had to go out yesterday in the night, and while coming back home, I was extra careful. Although I wasn’t afraid, many women aren’t as bold as I am, and it’s scary if we feel unsafe in our own city. A colleague once told me that she’s afraid of going out at night in London. As a Londoner, I tried to defend my town, but my voice sounded hollow because I think she was right deep down. Violence against women is increasing. We don’t know what goes on behind closed doors.
However, despite everything, I believe we can defeat fear and live free. I hope that many women will find ways to live better, stronger, and more stress-free lives while every single moment of their lives.
I am launching a new YouTube channel called ‘The Peace Project with Sandra S David,’ I would be discussing ways we can eliminate fear, anxiety, and worry through practical, proven methods. Life is short. Live it well!
Twenty-three years ago, I was a fresh graduate who was keen on saving the world from every form of evil and injustice. My armour was my pen, and I was operating within the laudable confines of free speech. I got a job with the local newspaper in my state and embarked on my journey.
I was unmarried then and as free as a bird. My salary was pitiable, but I was still living with my parents, and my bills were practically nonexistent. My dad was a firm believer in free speech with common sense, of course, so he taught me to write and report on issues affecting the ‘average person’ and that I should be upright and fearless. I took his advice and within a few months, I got promotion from roaming the fields looking for ‘breaking news’ to having a desk at the State House of Assembly (our House of Common here in the UK).
I was hungry for news and reported on mundane and boring things like the House Members sponsoring a Bill etc. One day, I was finishing my report when a member of the opposition party approached me, and dropped a paper on my desk.
‘See me at the Press Centre’, he said quietly.
Intrigued, I wanted to know more. As a respectable journalist, I believed in reporting the truth; I have to be impartial.
Later that evening, I met the gentleman, and he handed over some documents that were so hot, I turned bright red. The governor of the state had misappropriated over two hundred and forty-one million naira, (equivalent of almost a hundred million pounds), and although fear ripped through my body, I stuck by my principles and arranged an editorial meeting with my editor.
My parents were petrified. My mum voiced her concerns for my safety, but I was unperturbed. I was dabbling into the unknown world of mucky politics. My dad tried everything he could to dissuade me from publishing the story, but failed.
Although my editor was delighted for such a large ‘scoop,’ he was hesitant. However, I stuck to my guns. The public deserved to know the truth about the misappropriation of funds, and we published the story. The effect ripped through the state like a tsunami.
Luckily, I didn’t die through assassination attempts on my life like my dad had feared. After the ruckus died down, my dad was adamant that I should stick to writing articles and novels rather than investigating corrupt government officials. I took his advice, and I was glad I did.
What was I getting at? You may wonder. I believe in free speech but with the emergence of the internet and mobile technology, everyone has become a ‘source’ and misinformation and online bullying has reached a crescendo. People should be responsible online, words are powerful, it can build people up, or it may destroy them.
There are several ways we can change our world, and I think it starts with kindness, which is in short supply nowadays.
As a journalist, I believe in the power of free speech, but ‘keyboard’ warriors spurting hatred, racism and misogyny abound on social media, and that is disheartening.
The world is changing but if we think before we type anything online, we might be saving a life.
Love bought us freedom from eternal damnation, and the supernatural is as real as the next person to you. Although it’s difficult for some people to comprehend that there is life after death. I believe there is life after we pass away from this realm simply because of Christ’s Resurrection from the dead.
If I were to count the times I have been saved from physical harm, I would have to write a 200,000 word memoir to recount my experiences, and it would not be enough. Christ’s resurrection shows that there is still hope, not only in heaven but in this world too. I am alive and renewed by the power in the blood of Jesus Christ and the miracle of His resurrection.
I have experienced the supernatural power of God several times, and as a Christian, it’s with great pride that I declare my hope in the future; this life is certainly not the end, and humanity will be saved.
If anyone is reading this and you’re depressed, please don’t be, whatever you’re going through will pass if you put your faith in God. If disease has ravaged your body, there is hope and healing for you but you need to claim it through faith and prayers to God.
We all know that life is very complex but we have a complete God who sacrificed His only son for our redemption. There is hope for you, just believe in God, I did, and He changed my story.😄✨
Happy Easter to all my friends. Much love to you, always!❤️☺️🌟🌸
Earlier today, I was going through my posts on Facebook and saw this short article. I wrote it on April 16th, 2019. A lot has happened since then and this is just an update. However, the bottom line is, God has always been faithful. I am so grateful to be alive today. In January this year, I was sure I may not see the next morning due to so many obstacles I don’t want to write about yet. I want to encourage anyone reading this, the sun will shine again. Everything you are going through will make you stronger, just hold on.
If you have time, please read on.😀
God has been good to me, but it has not been plain sailing. I’ve had several surgeries in my short life. My heart has stopped thrice on an operating table.
I’ve experienced the loss of a child, and I’ve been blessed with three beautiful children. I’ve lost my sweet, dearest father, but I carry in me, his strength, and love.
I’d endured pains unimaginable, yet, God has not handed me over to death. Life is hard, and incredibly beautiful at the same time.
If you meet someone on the street, and ask, ’excuse me, do you have a story?’ I bet they’ll tell you things you’d never have expected.
That’s the reason I enjoy reading more than writing, the passion behind my love for books, and publishing the works of other writers.
Bottom line, let’s be kind to one another. Life is short, and love is not costly, it is the most incredible gift in this part of heaven.
Let’s make love, not war. Let’s see beauty in diversity, not racism. Let’s see humanity, not religion. Let’s see hope, not despair.
Let’s work hard, and enjoy the rewards. Let’s build, not destroy. Let’s give, for we came to this world with nothing, and will leave with nothing.
Everyone knows how difficult 2020 has been and I won’t keep writing about that, but things are still so difficult for so many people. Anxieties, fear, loss and uncertainties pervaded the seconds, days, and months of that dreaded year.
There’s hope again. I believe in renewal and second chances and that is the reason we have new days. In a few hours, we will walk into the unknown that is 2021 and my prayer is that we will breathe freely and live with fresh hopes.
It’s time for a positive outlook. I believe it. I have not made any new year resolutions, but I have a vision of what I want to achieve. Here’s to a year of possibilities friends, believe it and let’s work into 2021 with hope in our hearts, strength in our bones, and dreams in our eyes.
As a Christian, Christmas reaffirms my faith in Jesus Christ. It brings to the fore, the reasons I celebrate. This year has been very difficult for the world, and to be alive, and well, are reasons enough to celebrate.
We live in such a beautiful world, and there are moments when the stress and pressures of life may blind us to see the surrounding beauty. Let us take a pause during this holiday season to enjoy being alive and appreciate that many people aren’t so lucky.
Some people may mourn loved ones; if you’re in that position, take heart, the sun will shine again. It’s easier to say, you may think, but it gets easier with time. May the joy inherent in Christ be with us all.
To my friends who aren’t Christians, may you find joy, rest, and peace this holiday season. 🙂
Wishing all my friends a peaceful Christmas and a happy new year!