What's in your hand?
All things come from God and He, obviously, can create something out of nothing.
Yet, what is in your hand? The Holy Spirit quietly nudges.
You want to start a business this year, but you have no capital to speak of. Yet, I ask, what is in your hand?
What can Abba use?

Moses had a shepherd staff. Abba used it to bring a nation out of captivity.
A boy had 5 loaves and 2 fish. Abba used it to feed >5000 people.
Elisha had a cloak. Abba used it to part rivers.
Samson had a jawbone. David, a slingshot. The widow, borrowed jars. Jael, a tent peg. The Shunnamite woman, extra space.

See... It wasn't about the items. It was about the wielder, willingly to surrender what they had, so that Abba can do His thing. ​

There is something primal about Lagos.
Even a non-Lagosian like me can't deny the steady heartbeat of this seaport city.
The beat thrums beneath the hustle and bustle of the city, keeping it alive and awake past the wee hours of the morning.
That Lagos beat lures newcomers in like a siren calls to weary sailors, promising: Come, you'll find what you seek.
That Lagos beat coaxes residents with the dream of a tomorrow draped in the finest aso-oke, riding in a G-wagon, ending in a mansion nestled in the affluence of Banana Island.
That Lagos beat is jarring to the ears of suburban-minded folks who prefer a town that sleeps.
Love it or hate it, Lagos pulses unashamedly, daring you to join its beat or quit the dance floor.

I have always been fascinated with the idea of the breath of God and how the Bible plays with the symbolism of God's breath and the wind as measures of His Spirit (Job 33:4, John 20:22, Ezekiel 37:9-10). 
Sometimes, the idea of a Spirit might feel intangible and unknowable. But, a breath? Everyone understands that. Everyone feels that.  
A breath is intimate. Whether it is a mother blowing on her baby's face or that millisecond before a blushing couple at the altar join lips together in front of their loved ones. 

Wow, I have missed this. Just sitting at my computer and typing away, without a care in the world. Okay, maybe not that last part. But, with my website turning six this year, I want that to be true. Which means, I want to be more present in this space, regardless of the number of visitors I receive.  
So, welcome new and old readers, it's been a while.

Also, happy new year! Pastor Adeboye said something at the beginning of his sermon this morning that I am taking as my word for the year: celebrate. 
I don't know, but it felt like that was the word my heart was waiting to hear. Celebrate!
2023, y'all, our year to celebrate. ​