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Faith" /><category term="The White Horse" /><category term="Domestic Abuse" /><category term="Prayers. Morning" /><category term="God's Sovereignity" /><title>Diary of A Desperate Naija Woman</title><subtitle type="html">I am the DNW. The DesperateNaijaWoman. I am Nigerian. I am Desperate. Desperate to have as much of Jesus Christ formed in me that his light shines so bright out of me it leaves you shielding your eyes! I am not perfect. I am no saint. Nor am I Einstein. I am just a working wife and mom stumbling along, trying to make my way to 'The Celestial City'. These are my blogs. These are my random musings. These are the Chronicles of the DNW. 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I was pleased to be alive and to know that those I loved were alive and well too but then soon, before I could sniff, my mood changed. I cannot explain how come. It just did. I hid my face in my pillows and spoke to God. I thanked him for waking me up and for keeping me and mine safe through the night. I apologised to him cos I had no real reason for my 
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Anyway, this
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As long as God is still God and he is in charge of it all then I will keep standing. It does not matter what I see, hear or even what I feel. And boy, am I feeling pain right now. But after lying in the dark for close to 10 hours, just me, my God and my raving mind, I got up, put on my CD player and blasted the volume to the max. I did not even care what CD was playing. I just needed it to 
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(Lyrics of ‘Stolen’ by Brandon Heath)Listen to this awesome song! 
Please read the words up there over again. And again.
 Do you know of any human being that is capable (in the flesh) of loving like this? I mean, think about it.
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Is it true what I hear? That you would say that? And do this?Oh, I'm sorry mom, forgive me for not asking how you are.I have not lost my manners since you left. Just got a lot on my mindThat's all.
But is it true what I keep hearing? Are you seeing and wondering?Was parenting or being a child this hard when you were  living?I don't know mom but sure wish you were here with me.That's 
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I must confess though that before I rose to the level of gratitude, I was mad. Yes, I was really angry. Over the years, from time to time, 
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I have been trying to look at people through God's eyes more and more. I have failed more often than I have succeeded but I am not going to give up. The few times that I have kept my God lenses on, I tell you, its such a beautiful feeling. The wave of genuine love and acceptance you feel for the other person, regardless of what they have done or not done, is incredible. Almost to the point of 
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I did not write this today. But today, I felt a nudge from my PapaGod to post it. And so quite reluctantly but obediently, I am. God knows best so he must know someone has need of it. Plus, I think God knew ahead that I would be in a 'bright enough' place today to be able to share this conversation I had with Him with you. I pray that it speaks to you and gives you an insight into how God sees 
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I have always known that most of the time, with God, things never make sense. At least according to the world. Doing things God's way makes you look foolish and weak more often than not. I am used to it. And to be honest, I have ceased to care. Yes, I have ceased to care what people think about my actions. Especially when ''people'' means me, myself and I. For as some of you might know, the 
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I have a love/hate relationship with this year and cannot wait for it to hit the road! Do not get me wrong, I am grateful for the many wonderful blessings from God that occurred. I am so grateful for God's mercies and faithfulness And so I love 2011. BUT I am so mad at how much territory the devil took from me as well (OK, maybe I gave it 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5UDCsl2ZS4E5NzUT46ZLtH4ISaM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5UDCsl2ZS4E5NzUT46ZLtH4ISaM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfADesperateNaijaWoman/~4/jdVhHNL4Xnw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/2011/12/five-things-i-know-for-sure-as-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMCR386eSp7ImA9WhdaFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478050219394981598.post-7654867180387499196</id><published>2011-10-26T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:47:46.111-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T12:47:46.111-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women - Sista-Divine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deborah" /><title>And The Women Cried Out Some More...Rain or No Rain! (Part 2)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7654867180387499196/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-women-cried-out-some-morerain-or-no_26.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478050219394981598/posts/default/7654867180387499196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478050219394981598/posts/default/7654867180387499196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfADesperateNaijaWoman/~3/0f9NB62CHfk/and-women-cried-out-some-morerain-or-no_26.html" title="And The Women Cried Out Some More...Rain or No Rain! (Part 2)" /><author><name>DesperateNaijaWoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11634990424725213295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AT12p8b_0Q/TiajAE0SABI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s6aTBGmabHs/s220/The_2010_Diary_Cover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Yes,  I know, I was meant to post this yesterday but cut a woman some slack biko. Between the horrible internet connection I am having and my work load, I did not 'see chance' to do much online yesterday. Today, I had to lay hands on my PC and speak to it to let me post this cos a Part 2 posted 2 days after a Part 1 is just not good at all. Lol! So here goes and I pray once again, that it 'speaks
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/piPK6kDHimCna4o3Ox1l89k650M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/piPK6kDHimCna4o3Ox1l89k650M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfADesperateNaijaWoman/~4/0f9NB62CHfk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-women-cried-out-some-morerain-or-no_26.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CRno6fSp7ImA9WhdaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478050219394981598.post-2816894697869813857</id><published>2011-10-24T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:06:07.415-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T10:06:07.415-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women - Sista-Divine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deborah" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Call To Prayer" /><title>And The Women Cried Out Some More...Rain or No Rain! (Part I)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2816894697869813857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-women-cried-out-some-morerain-or-no.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478050219394981598/posts/default/2816894697869813857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478050219394981598/posts/default/2816894697869813857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfADesperateNaijaWoman/~3/IGB20qOagGc/and-women-cried-out-some-morerain-or-no.html" title="And The Women Cried Out Some More...Rain or No Rain! (Part I)" /><author><name>DesperateNaijaWoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11634990424725213295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AT12p8b_0Q/TiajAE0SABI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s6aTBGmabHs/s220/The_2010_Diary_Cover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I tell you, I could not believe my ears and eyes when I looked out the window of my bedroom and saw what was happening. What! Rain! All day, all morning, while we were all confined to our homes, this rain could not have fallen then? My mind went to Pastor B and I said a silent prayer for God to send his calm to her heart. And mine too for that matter for at that time I was not even sure how and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ya44z484Rq4FHXr5550dJYdJ0Uw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ya44z484Rq4FHXr5550dJYdJ0Uw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DiaryOfADesperateNaijaWoman/~4/IGB20qOagGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-women-cried-out-some-morerain-or-no.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFQ3w6fSp7ImA9WhdVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478050219394981598.post-7974691262236157854</id><published>2011-09-22T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T01:48:32.215-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-23T01:48:32.215-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just Us Girls" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women - Sista-Divine" /><title>The Devil Wears Prada Too (Final Word Aka Don't Let The Devil Win)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7974691262236157854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://diaryofadesperatenaijawoman.blogspot.com/2011/09/devil-wears-prada-too-final-word-aka.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478050219394981598/posts/default/7974691262236157854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478050219394981598/posts/default/7974691262236157854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiaryOfADesperateNaijaWoman/~3/ayI3eJB-DrM/devil-wears-prada-too-final-word-aka.html" title="The Devil Wears Prada Too (Final Word Aka Don't Let The Devil Win)" /><author><name>DesperateNaijaWoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11634990424725213295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AT12p8b_0Q/TiajAE0SABI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s6aTBGmabHs/s220/The_2010_Diary_Cover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So here we are and this is the final part of my message and I really pray that God has helped each one of us women look into ourselves and see where we have missed it. Before I go on I just need to say a number of things to those of us looking to God for husbands and children.
My love, you are looking to marry. But are you sure you are prepared for the sacrifices that entails? Being married is 
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I do not understand us women to be honest. Our God, the one who is ALL wise says you are already ALL THAT. Why won’t you trust him and his love for you? Why do we think that only when we have the right weave or bag or shoe or right stamps in our 
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I would like to just, first of all 
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Every body wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die. I speak for myself when I say this is very true. I love God with all my heart but this does not stop me from being afraid to die. Yes, I know that when I die, I shall go to be with God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit and my Mom, and my Uncle Joseph and my Pastor Eskor and my dear Joan and my buddy Shade and now....just today, my Uncle 
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