I know the children's clothing line Land of Nod but I never knew the Biblical land of Nod. East of Eden. Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the East of Eden Gen 4:16. Back up a little though. Gen 3:24 So he drove out the man; and he placed at the East of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life. Talk about high-tech security!
So the Tree of Life is in the center of Eden. Adam and his family now live in Nod and cannot access the tree of life, lest they eat of the tree again and live forever. They already know good and evil - can't trust Eve, sure can't trust that serpent either.
Cain screws up and kills Abel. Dude, come on! Really? You know God can see ya! So he gets cursed to be a vagabond. He freaks out. It is one thing to be cursed, but then driven from Nod, to be exposed and risk getting killed? That's heavy. Here is the kicker though. He whines to God about his punishment. Seriously? Entitled fool! Anyway, he kills his brother, but whoever kills him will suffer vengeance seven times over. 😏. He even gets protection from God by getting a sign that warns people not to kill his murderous self. Whoa! Now I am really confused.
What a way to explain God's favor!
Saturday, February 2, 2019
Bible.is
It is 2019. Hard to believe. So much has changed over the years, yet so much remains the same. Life has been kind to me; to mine. This morning was a beautiful awakening - a kick in the face by the one and only Shiloh. One of these days I will charge her for battery if my nose ever suffered a fracture. But life is beautiful even with its many challenges that we continue to face. Every day the sun rises. Sometimes it is hidden in the clouds, but we remain certain that it rose because we see the light of day.
Bible.is
I re-downloaded this app with the intention of capturing a desire to be passionate in my quest for knowledge. I claim to be a Christian and yet, embarrassingly, I know little of the secrets that lie in every line of the Word of God.
Genesis
I have replayed Genesis Chapter 1 and 2 several times. I am confused. I am excited. I am in awe of the stories that sound like fables but are true. I mean, listen. Giants lived and roamed the earth!
I wonder why God created man and woman in Chapter 1, then in chapter two He says there was no man to till the land. Wait a minute. Hellooooooo! Is this a trick chapter? Bishop Elect Uncle Charles Bass says first there was a strategy or plan in the spirit realm, then it was carried out in the earth realm in Genesis 2:5. I have so many questions! It does not make any sense! But then again, nothing of God makes sense to our human understanding. I hope to carry this yearning for spiritual understanding throughout my life. I need to know more of this reckless grace that God constantly grants me. May this be the beginning of the most beautiful of journeys.
Happy New Year!
Bible.is
I re-downloaded this app with the intention of capturing a desire to be passionate in my quest for knowledge. I claim to be a Christian and yet, embarrassingly, I know little of the secrets that lie in every line of the Word of God.
Genesis
I have replayed Genesis Chapter 1 and 2 several times. I am confused. I am excited. I am in awe of the stories that sound like fables but are true. I mean, listen. Giants lived and roamed the earth!
I wonder why God created man and woman in Chapter 1, then in chapter two He says there was no man to till the land. Wait a minute. Hellooooooo! Is this a trick chapter? Bishop Elect Uncle Charles Bass says first there was a strategy or plan in the spirit realm, then it was carried out in the earth realm in Genesis 2:5. I have so many questions! It does not make any sense! But then again, nothing of God makes sense to our human understanding. I hope to carry this yearning for spiritual understanding throughout my life. I need to know more of this reckless grace that God constantly grants me. May this be the beginning of the most beautiful of journeys.
Happy New Year!
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Humans of Oasis
So we are here!!! Been forever but guess what?! My people are here!!! Swag is still oozing swag. Is that a new lady on his arm? Pause. I will have to look again. The Centennials are always on Kenyan time; 15 minutes late. They just walked in and straight to the dance floor they went! Mrs. Centennial's tan straight passes the Hispanic level. She is about to be black. What the hell!!! Has she not been watching the news? Heheheheh. Poor couple seems to have aged 5 years in just a year! What's great is that they seem to be living it up though!
Here they are, in their slice of heaven!
Salsa Instructor is here, in his Instructor shirt as usual - advertisement does not have to cost an arm and a leg. His lady has some gorgeous sharp brown eyes!
My eyes have been roving looking for Michael Bolton. Where are you curly tops? 10 minutes.....
And walaaaaa! There he is!!! Mister says Bolton should have left his little brother's shorts at home lol! Same tee. The white one. Not grey. He only has two. And two pairs of shorts as well. The denim that rides his crack and this one that hugs his cheeks real snug.
Swag must be waiting for space before showing us his moves. The floor is packed.
I do not remember so many brothas on the dance floor but I am loving the whole mix! Our pack has grown to 5, with 3 on the way. :) So great to share good times like these with friends old and new.
The oasis makes me smile. The Oasis brings me joy.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Shiloh
In the secrecy of my womb little Shiloh,
You dwell and grow in mystery,
I know not what fills your mind every day,
But I know you fill my heart with so much joy!
As you sway and rock deep in my bosom,
I relish the feeling; the mystery; the secrecy.
You are our little miracle; and our love for you
Is eternal.
No one knows me as intimately as you do
No one else hears my constant heartbeat but you.💖
I never worry about who you shall become
I never wonder how you will look like...
You have been the object of my dreams for years;
I know you, little One!
I see my dimples on your cheeks, I see your father's eyes.
In my dreams you look like Mitchelle, your doting Auntie.
In my dreams there is so much of Papa in you.
In my dreams your curly hair reminds me of Alex's and Mitchelle's,
Amon and Henry's too.
In my imagination your lips and nose are Cedric's, your fingers too....
In the secrecy of my womb little Shiloh,
You bring out the best in me.
I love you to eternity, and cannot wait for you to wrap your little arms
Around my neck as I kiss you and shower you with hugs.
Happy Valentine's Day Little Peanut!
I know not what fills your mind every day,
But I know you fill my heart with so much joy!
As you sway and rock deep in my bosom,
I relish the feeling; the mystery; the secrecy.
You are our little miracle; and our love for you
Is eternal.
No one knows me as intimately as you do
No one else hears my constant heartbeat but you.💖
I never worry about who you shall become
I never wonder how you will look like...
You have been the object of my dreams for years;
I know you, little One!
I see my dimples on your cheeks, I see your father's eyes.
In my dreams you look like Mitchelle, your doting Auntie.
In my dreams there is so much of Papa in you.
In my dreams your curly hair reminds me of Alex's and Mitchelle's,
Amon and Henry's too.
In my imagination your lips and nose are Cedric's, your fingers too....
In the secrecy of my womb little Shiloh,
You bring out the best in me.
I love you to eternity, and cannot wait for you to wrap your little arms
Around my neck as I kiss you and shower you with hugs.
Happy Valentine's Day Little Peanut!
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Ode To Mama Dama
It is Mothers' Day!
This past few days I have particularly lingered on the blessings that God has bestowed upon me thus far by simply letting me be my Mother's daughter. See, Mama Dama has weathered so many storms, but like the sequioa tree that lines the California rivers, she stands solid, unswayed;Imara. My mother has the kind of heart that will give her last morsel of food to a hungry stranger because she has faith that God will provide for her like He always has. She will give up the shirt on her back without question because her gift is giving. Her joy is giving. Her life is giving. She gives of her time, resources however limited, and love. One thing however, I value most is her prayers for me. Have you ever felt that grace that blankets you and rocks you and comforts you? Yeah, I feel that every day because God shows her favor. Her deepest desire is for her children to be blessed. So God grants her her wishes and blesses me. How Jesus-like is that love? How deep? How wide? It is an awesome kind of love - a Mother's Love. A single post could never say it enough, a song could never express my love for her.
She is God's reflection of His love for me. How overwhelming! My heart is full, my spirit rejoices for all the Good Lord continues to do for my Mom.
She is an infinite river of strength, even though often,she may hide below it
She is the brightest ray of sun, and it shows in her eyes, shows in her ways.
She is the kindest of souls, even when bitter and angry ones try to break her.
She reminds me of Paul, her tenacity, her passion for good, her love for God.
She is the silent force of the ocean waters, when you know her, you feel it.
She is the bluest of skies.... clouds may float by with shades of grey, but she stays above.
She is the strongest of winds, she amazes me.
Her touch is gentle and most soothing. Her love is pure, true, genuine, constant.
I pray for good health, long life, and strength every day for Mama Dama. She is the reason I am who I am today. I am grounded due to her influence, I am confident and strong because of her experiences. She teaches me just by being. She encourages me just by being present. I heard her voice first; it is her voice I want to hear every time I feel sad, low and even happy. The indescribable feeling when she says my name, calls me 'Kamet', call me 'Mamee'..... I could conquer the world. And I do. :)
Happy Mother's Day! I celebrate you every day.
Love,
Dama.
This past few days I have particularly lingered on the blessings that God has bestowed upon me thus far by simply letting me be my Mother's daughter. See, Mama Dama has weathered so many storms, but like the sequioa tree that lines the California rivers, she stands solid, unswayed;Imara. My mother has the kind of heart that will give her last morsel of food to a hungry stranger because she has faith that God will provide for her like He always has. She will give up the shirt on her back without question because her gift is giving. Her joy is giving. Her life is giving. She gives of her time, resources however limited, and love. One thing however, I value most is her prayers for me. Have you ever felt that grace that blankets you and rocks you and comforts you? Yeah, I feel that every day because God shows her favor. Her deepest desire is for her children to be blessed. So God grants her her wishes and blesses me. How Jesus-like is that love? How deep? How wide? It is an awesome kind of love - a Mother's Love. A single post could never say it enough, a song could never express my love for her.
She is God's reflection of His love for me. How overwhelming! My heart is full, my spirit rejoices for all the Good Lord continues to do for my Mom.
She is an infinite river of strength, even though often,she may hide below it
She is the brightest ray of sun, and it shows in her eyes, shows in her ways.
She is the kindest of souls, even when bitter and angry ones try to break her.
She reminds me of Paul, her tenacity, her passion for good, her love for God.
She is the silent force of the ocean waters, when you know her, you feel it.
She is the bluest of skies.... clouds may float by with shades of grey, but she stays above.
She is the strongest of winds, she amazes me.
Her touch is gentle and most soothing. Her love is pure, true, genuine, constant.
I pray for good health, long life, and strength every day for Mama Dama. She is the reason I am who I am today. I am grounded due to her influence, I am confident and strong because of her experiences. She teaches me just by being. She encourages me just by being present. I heard her voice first; it is her voice I want to hear every time I feel sad, low and even happy. The indescribable feeling when she says my name, calls me 'Kamet', call me 'Mamee'..... I could conquer the world. And I do. :)
Happy Mother's Day! I celebrate you every day.
Love,
Dama.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Oscillation of Covenant Love.
Painful dips, elating highs, slow, boring plateaus...
The force sways you, the falls could break steel, but they don't break you.
Oscillation of covenant love.
Powerful strides of progress,
Seemingly shameful backward steps, the center remains.
When the winds find new route, and the storms new ground,
Back to center as was intended, the ball goes.
The sweet sway from reckless motions.
The constant trust from doubtful years.
Swinging to the rhythm of angels' song
Just as was back in Eden, when they were blind to their nakedness
Covenant love was tender, covenant love was pure
Back to center each wave, back to center each oscillation.
Covenant love.
Friday, March 4, 2016
When Faith Meets Science
Today I started a lifetime journey, one that will form new life if and when God wills. I embarked on what sounds like a science project but in essence, is an affirmation of the wisdom that God has given man to understand His (God's) creation. It is amazing that the formation of a human being can be described in two ways that both evoke awe and wonder.
1. Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. Gen 2:7
2. The birds and the bees version.... 😝. Well, the biological story where the egg meets the sperm and just like that, life begins. Of coz that is putting it a little too simply.
Infertility is seldom discussed in my African culture. It is simply not an accepted state of womanhood! Yet so many couples suffer in silence, some bearing ridicule from parents, family and friends. It is a shame to be infertile, and it is always the woman's fault. How then does one handle such stigma, such insensitivity and ignorance?
I delight in tender hugs and drooly kisses. I relish a baby's belly laugh and cherub face. I desire the sleepless nights that rise from an angelic human that depends on me.I long for the pains of labor. But I do not suffer for all these. The Lord gives; who am I to demand a gift? The Lord takes, who am I to lay claim on a soul?
Today the Lord started His project for me; I think He is testing to see how patient with Him I really have been. See, faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen (Heb 11:1). So the first step was a consultation with Dr. S.K. Kavoussi. He speaks in confidence, he has an aura that is assuring, and trust-worthy is the air about him. And right here in the consultation room, faith meets science.
Selah.
02/26/16
Infertility is seldom discussed in my African culture. It is simply not an accepted state of womanhood! Yet so many couples suffer in silence, some bearing ridicule from parents, family and friends. It is a shame to be infertile, and it is always the woman's fault. How then does one handle such stigma, such insensitivity and ignorance?
I delight in tender hugs and drooly kisses. I relish a baby's belly laugh and cherub face. I desire the sleepless nights that rise from an angelic human that depends on me.I long for the pains of labor. But I do not suffer for all these. The Lord gives; who am I to demand a gift? The Lord takes, who am I to lay claim on a soul?
Today the Lord started His project for me; I think He is testing to see how patient with Him I really have been. See, faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen (Heb 11:1). So the first step was a consultation with Dr. S.K. Kavoussi. He speaks in confidence, he has an aura that is assuring, and trust-worthy is the air about him. And right here in the consultation room, faith meets science.
Selah.
02/26/16
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