Unclassified Bases

I have a mother, which is a precious encounter that one still has on this earth. She has slept in hospitals as if it was my first home and woke up beside me; make sure that I am still exchanging life with air. In her life, she is known to be the one responsible for taking care of the household, the cleaning, the children, the cooking. She is the sweeping hands in almost everything. Most of us can relate that to our mothers or yourself as a mother.  I wonder if one ever wondered whether they ever dreamt of being a mother or becoming the hands that sweep. As a young girl, most of us, play with dolls and emulate being a mother to a model of a human being, specifically, a baby or young woman. However, it subconsciously sticks to your mind throughout your teenage years to your adulthood where one is in a time where they consciously think of family, when it is just a subconscious reminder of caressing dolls. It sometimes brings out the child in you although the child in you cannot take...

Someone might have told you this or you may have heard someone say "Don't cry for spilt milk, Clover is on its way".  When one is faced with situations it seems like you're losing everything that you've worked tirelessly for and just when you thought that all is falling into place, it all falls apart. The Brazen Altar is an Altar of burnt offering, the place where natural, earthly things that hinder your walk with God are consumed by the fire of God. Not only is it a place of sacrifice but a preparation stage for the best. The best thing with facing challenges is knowing that the best is yet to come. Even though we are made of flesh but when one goes through fire we ought to be the steel in the fire that still stands when ashes remain. We lose things that may have meant the world to us although we don't know that they are sacrifices for things to come that will mean the universe.  Holding on to things won't make things better if one wants what...