The gospel prevails when we come to the end of ourselves, understanding that our selfish ambitions and the gratifications of the flesh mean nothing where God is concerned. If the evidence of our love for God is all talk and no action, how do we then show the world that this thing we’ve found is worth risking it all for? How do we prove that our faith is not founded on what we can receive but rather in the unseen? How do we lead people to Jesus when our first desire is to run away from Jesus when faced with hard times?

We must realise that to live for Jesus, we must be ready to die for Him. As Paul said, to live is Christ, to die is gain (Philippians 1:21). We have been appointed for the defense of the gospel (Philippians 1:17)j8, and we must refuse to be quiet, for our quietness means complacency. And if you’ve not been doing that, it’s not too late. Sit down and, with all sincerity, evaluate yourself. Can you, like Job, say, “though He slay me, yet I will trust Him?”

Can’t you see? We are right in the middle of a war. It is light against darkness, and the moment you decided to give your life to Christ, you were conscripted into the army. Warrior, God’s soldier, you are on the frontline. Why is your sword still sheathed? Why have you not uncorked your gun? You are God’s battle-axe. Why have you refused to be sharpened?

If fear is preventing you from standing for Jesus, then you have not fully experienced His love. Perfect love has no fear, and if we are afraid, then it is for punishment (1 John 4:18). Surrender means laying everything at His feet, and that includes fear, life and death. That is how we experience liberation. Through this, the gospel is propagated, as we cannot passionately share something that we have not personally experienced.

It is time for us to step out of our little bubble and stop shying away from difficult conversations. Choose to boldly take a stand for Jesus in every room you are privileged to be in. Let it not be said that it was during your tenure of leadership that a bill that impacts Christians negatively was passed. Let it not be said that you were present in a room where people were free to dishonour the name of the Lord. Let it not be said that children under your tutelage did not experience the love of Christ through you.

I beg you, choose to stand for Jesus when it’s hard. Choose to stand for Jesus even when your life is threatened. Choose to follow Jesus when it’s difficult. Choose to raise God-conscious children in this dying world. Choose to travel to the hinterland and remote places in the name of spreading the gospel. Choose to run for that government position even if the decay of corruption in the land looks irreversible. Choose to be a Daniel, standing for your faith even when you risk being thrown into the lion’s den. Choose to be a Moses, even when your followers appear ungrateful. Choose to be a Paul, ignoring the voices of opposition whilst focusing on God’s instructions. Choose to be an Esther, risking death for the salvation of your people. Choose to be an Apollo, watering the seeds planted by another.

Above all, choose to be God’s warrior, a member of the army that does not break its ranks.

Hey soldier!

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I was twelve when I discovered my writing voice. I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing, but I knew I had to give an outlet to the words in my head. My mind was too full, my brain too active, constantly buzzing with thoughts. I felt like I would burst from the ideas that filled my head.

I remember telling a family friend that I write. Picture this: a young child full of excitement and joy, eager to meet someone who shared the same enthusiasm. The next statement she made is one that will forever be ingrained in my memory.

“I used to write too,” she said, “when I was in secondary school. All these things you young people are doing, writing poems and all of that, we did it too, but I don’t anymore, I outgrew it.”

As if art is childish, something adults do not busy themselves with. Like writing in your teens, or painting, drawing, writing, photography or making videos was a rite of passage, and what we would all outgrow.

It made me realise how much adulthood stifles our imagination and sense of wonder. We are brought up to think that our hobbies have no place in adult life. That we should get all our expressions out now, enjoy them, and know that there will be no chance for that later.

And eventually they are proven right. Our 9-5 takes a lot from us, leaving us too mentally exhausted to create. Our brain pockets of innovation have been replaced with Excel spreadsheets, projects with never-ending deadlines, and “can you see my screen now?”

Little wonder we have a new generation of young people who are bored with the cycle of business meetings and project management. Half of the internet is now filled with stay-at-home moms and dads—content creators—people brave enough to break away from the mundane.

How long shall we continue to convince ourselves that growing up means we must be prim and proper, that we must fit quietly into society’s moulds? Who brainwashed us into thinking that dancing, singing, writing or painting are not real jobs?

Unfortunately, this mindset bleeds into how artists are paid as well. It is sad to see that we are not adequately compensated for our crafts, the fruits of our brains, dare I say. Is it because we do not see these various expressions as real jobs, as a worthy primary source of livelihood, or as something the artist uses to feed their family?

Art is how we preserve our culture and traditions, and the very things that shaped us. Art is how we pass it along to the next generation; it is how we take the narrative and write our own stories. Art is how we stay alive.

“Yahweh, our Sovereign God, your glory streams from the heavens above, filling the earth with the majesty of your name! People everywhere see your splendour.

You have built a stronghold by the songs of children. Strength rises up with the chorus of infants. This kind of praise has power to shut Satan’s mouth. Childlike worship will silence the madness of those who oppose you.

Look at the splendour of your skies, your creative genius glowing in the heavens. When I gaze at your moon and your stars, mounted like jewels in their settings, I know you are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all!”

Psalm 8:1-3 TPT

The best part is this—we come from the master artist himself, God. The skies are His canvas, His words are poetry, and He is the greatest singer ever known. So the next time someone tries to convince you that you are too old for any form of art, remind them of this: the master artist chose to deposit a form of Himself in you as a talent. And it would be such a shame for you to let that seed die.

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Morolake.

The Hebrew word for worshipper is “oved,” and it means worker and servant. As a name, it symbolises devotion. This implies that worship does not start with the mouth or with rehearsed confessions. It is complete surrender and total submission to God. It requires humility, coming to the end of yourself so that God may be glorified in your life.

Worship is a state of giving glory to God and a place of deep fellowship with our Maker. John 4:24 says, “…they that worship Him shall worship Him in spirit and in truth.” True worship begins when your spirit man reaches out to God in communion. It is about being present, not performing.

Worship is a heart matter. Sincerity is a core value of a worshipper. God prioritises the posture of the heart over the outward show of actions. Scripture says, “These people honour me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me” (Isaiah 29:13). We cannot base our worship to God on goosebumps, chills, or emotions. Worship is not for us. When we come into His presence, we minister to an audience of One.

Understanding that the primary reason for our creation is to worship God changed my perspective on what it means to be attuned to Him. A worshipper places God’s instructions and leadings above his or her feelings. Their utmost desire is to see God glorified—and that is what brings true satisfaction. Worship is not about your favourite song or the way you love to be eulogised. In His presence, God sings over us, that we may sing back to Him. If we choose not to worship Him, He will raise stones in our stead (Luke 19:40).

In the Old Testament, livestock and produce were instruments of worship. In the New Testament, Scripture tells us that our lives are our instruments of worship. In Romans 12:1, Apostle Paul urges us to offer our bodies as living sacrifices, for this is our reasonable worship. The root word used here is “latreia,” which also means service or total adoration. This means that worship is not confined to songs or moments; rather, it is a way of living. Essentially, all that we do, irrespective of where we are, must be done with a mindset of worship. This understanding also guides how we live and the places we go.

May our lives always be fully yielded to our Maker and our voices be registered in heaven’s record. May our obedience speak louder than our words, and may our worship rise like a sweet perfume—not only in moments of music, but in every breath surrendered to God.

So please remember this: before you are an evangelist, a teacher, a pastor, or a professional, God first called you to be a worshipper. Like David, let your soul—and all that is within you—bless His holy name (Psalm 103:1).

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Morolake.

The average Christian child likely learned early on that the best approach to prayer is thanksgiving—that before we ask God for anything, we must first thank Him for what He has already done. We thank God for our food, the roof over our heads, for joy, and for the gift of family.

After all, how would you feel if someone you helped last week came back today to ask for something else, while completely disregarding everything you had already done for them? Even humans, in their little bubbles, love to be appreciated. How much more the sovereign ruler of the world?

It is so easy to get lost chasing the next high, working tirelessly toward a promotion, or striving for whatever our personal idea of success may be, that we forget the little wins. We fail to remember that we are currently living in our answered prayers.

Those days you spent crying yourself to sleep, the moments you approached the throne of grace and could not even form words because your heart was too full—none of it went to waste. We are living proofs of God’s faithfulness. You are a product of love.

And the best part is this: we do not have to do life alone. Jesus died so that God could dwell in us in the form of the Holy Ghost.

“…in this world you will have troubles, but be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world.”
— John 16:33

Life can be funny. Sometimes it feels as though nothing worthwhile has happened, as though the days blur together without meaning. Today, I want you to think inward. Focus on the tiny details that make life worth living.

On days when it looks like nothing is going well, I look to the skies and remind myself that God is just as intentional with crafting the heavens as He is with every detail of my life. You must understand that one of the best things you can do for yourself is to raise altars of thanksgiving along the way as you journey through this year.

We are often forgetful—especially when we become overwhelmed by our circumstances. That is why one of the decisions I made this year was to keep a Thanksgiving jar.

The goal is simple: every day, I write down something I am thankful for. On days when things are difficult—and they will get difficult—I pick one at random, just to remind myself of God’s faithfulness. By all means, feel free to adopt this practice for yourself.

Take a moment today to pause and reflect. What are you thankful for—right now, in this season, even if it does not look the way you hoped it would? Write it down. Preserve it. Let it become a reminder on the days when gratitude does not come easily.

Sometimes, the act of remembering is the very thing that carries us through.

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Morolake.

Humans are inherently wired to want more, to desire completeness, and we often walk through life with voids in our hearts. We are desperate to be whole and will stop at nothing to fill that emptiness. Some spend more than half their lives searching for something that makes them feel complete, others are fortunate to figure it out much earlier, and some never do.

Life is like a rollercoaster, and we all seek different ways to release the pressure from the highs and find activities that provide an adrenaline rush to survive the lows. Like addicts, we have an overwhelming desire to feel whole that can outweigh all rational thoughts and affect everyone involved. This search for meaning and purpose can lead us to extremes. But the real question is: at what point do we draw the line? Where does one person’s quest for completeness and the freedom to do as they wish end, and where does another’s begin?

The Bible says that the heart of man is desperately wicked, and not even his closest companion can know it. We should hold ourselves to the same level of accountability that we require of others and be our own biggest critics. Evaluating our hearts can reveal our selfishness, expose misplaced priorities, and help us focus on what is honourable.

The truth is that our flesh desires only what is selfish and leads to our gain. The hardest part of the healing journey is discovering who we are outside of our past trauma, hurt, and unforgiveness. There’s so much bitterness inside a hurt person, and as the saying goes, “hurt people hurt people.” It takes growth to realize how dark the world has become because of the pain we carry within us.

Everyone always believes they were on the receiving end of the pain in a failed relationship or friendship, and no one ever admits to being the “bad person.” The pruning process reveals where we were at fault, opening our eyes to aspects of ourselves that need work. However, it takes a great deal of honesty to arrive at this point, as well as a lot of courage to confront old wounds.

A couple of years ago, when I became more intentional about my relationship with God, the Holy Spirit instructed me to reach out to someone I used to know. At that point in my life, even though I didn’t realise it yet, my healing journey had begun, and I had started to see how much I had hurt others without even knowing it. I used to have a ruthless tongue and had wielded it like a sword on several occasions. The Holy Ghost wanted me to apologize for all the hurtful words I had said and actions I had taken that may have affected the person. I struggled with this instruction for a while before obeying because I was desperate to leave that version of myself behind. I did not want to confront the fact that I wasn’t the best person, and that the pain I carried affected people around me. I thought that I was better off leaving it in the past, letting bygones be bygones. After all, the possibility that our paths would ever cross again was really slim. For many, these and similar thoughts hold them back, preventing them from experiencing what true peace feels like.

One of my favorite pastors once said that the deeper you grow in Christ, the more the Holy Spirit reveals your excesses to you. He will point out any unforgiveness you have carried in your heart, no matter how long it has been. Revisiting these experiences makes you realize that you never truly healed; all you did was slap a bandage over it.

The void in your heart could stem from a place of hurt, and your overwhelming desire to be ‘whole’ will only lead you to chase one high after another. Completeness can only be found in God, as He is the source of life and the one from whom you were made. Just as fish cannot survive out of water and polar bears cannot thrive in a tropical climate, humans cannot flourish without God.

And so, in the spirit of New Year’s, please leave any hurt behind in 2025. Apologize to those you have wronged or those who may have hurt you. Yes, you read that right, including those who have hurt you. You owe it to the higher version of yourself, the one who has been waiting for you to shift so they can appear. Start the year on a clean slate, ready to tackle what the year brings. Who knows, it may just bring love in the form of a partner or a friend or a deeper relationship with the Holy Ghost. Regardless of whatever form it takes, always remember that Jesus heals all wounds, no matter how deep they are.

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Morolake.

It would be another two years before I would get filled with the Holy Ghost, and a couple of months after which my faith would be heavily tested, but in that moment, all I could feel was the joy that came with belonging to the family of God.

It’s been a rollercoaster ever since. There are times I’ve taken my life back (intentionally and unintentionally), and there are times when it felt like the journey couldn’t get any harder, but God gave me a peace incomparable to anything the world has to offer.

The Lord has blessed me with men who have been instrumental to my growth and my love walk with Him. So yes, I have known him as a Father, a friend, a lover and the most beautiful singer! My Father is a loud lover who sings over me. He never hesitates to show off His own before the world.

I am so grateful to God for the gift of salvation, for His love that searched me out in my darkest moments and His light that always guides me home.

“⁹ This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. ¹⁰ This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.” - 1 John 4:9-10

Today, the Lord desires to be the number one in your life. And if you think that you’ve strayed too far from the flock, I want to remind you today that Jesus is always waiting, ready to welcome you home. He loves you and is intentional about you.

You see, we are born with a void in our hearts that no amount of money, drugs, food, alcohol or any other addiction can fill. That void is a God sized hole. That yearning you have for something more is real. There is more in Jesus, and He is ready to reveal more of Himself to you. Yearning draws you to the altar where He replaces that void with a hunger for Him. And be rest assured that He has promised to fill all who hunger and thirst.

If this sounds like you, and you are ready to take that first step, please say this prayer.

Lord Jesus, come into my life. Come and be my Lord and Personal Saviour. I acknowledge that I am a sinner and that you died and bled for my sins. Please forgive me of my iniquities, cleanse me with your blood that I may be pure and whole again. Today, I declare that Jesus is Lord over my life and I denounce any ties to the Kingdom of darkness. I am free because He has set me free. In Jesus’ Name, Amen!

If you said this prayer, it simply means that you are born again! Welcome to the family of God. The Bible says that there is joy in heaven over one soul that repents than ninety-nine righteous ones. God’s got you! Remember, the faith walk is a journey; take it one day at a time with the help of the Holy Spirit.

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Take it from the one who made this decision years ago, this day is one you will remember for the rest of your life. Make sure to write it down in your journal. You are probably wondering what comes next after this; it is time to find a Bible believing church. Please join a local church nearby, ensure you get a Bible (or download a Bible app from the Google Play Store or App Store), a journal and prepare your heart to hear from God.

Also, you can listen to sermons on YouTube and Spotify. If you would like recommendations, follow me on Instagram (@writermorola) as I will be sharing teachings that have blessed me in the coming weeks.

Jesus loves you, I love you, and there is a cloud of witnesses cheering you on. Henceforth, live life knowing that you are no longer alone, you are now a part of something bigger and greater - the body of Christ.

All my love,

Morolake.

I started a Bible plan today on healing childhood trauma and identifying generational patterns that need to be broken with a couple of friends. The writer spoke about how having an alcoholic dad impacted his life, while also examining the different negative transgenerational patterns in the Old Testament.

Human beings form their personalities and ideologies based on three major things: people, environment, and social media. The people who have the greatest impact on kids, particularly in their formative years, are their parents. Quite frankly, I do not think some parents know how much of themselves they have unconsciously poured into their children. The concept of ‘do as I say, not as I do’ did not work for the previous generations and, as such, would not work for generations to come.

Patterns are consistently recurring habits or behaviours. It could be as little as the way a parent and their child talk the same way, to inheriting manipulative behaviours and anger issues. A child whose parent was narcissistic would have manipulative tendencies, the same way children from happy homes are more likely to go on to have wonderful marriages.

Growing up made me realise that our parents may just have been products of parents who had unresolved trauma. Unfortunately, we learn many things unconsciously and repeat them inadvertently too. Maybe they also said they would never treat their kids the same way they were brought up, but they did because they did not know better.

To break old cycles, new ones need to be formed. While unlearning, you must remember to learn better, more effective methods. We are becoming the next generation of aunties and uncles; eventually, we will be parents. The kids have grown up.

You are an important piece in this puzzle called adulting. You are needed here to break those patterns and make life better for the generations that will come after you.

Intentionally identify things that you would not want to pass on to your children. Please seek professional help to deal with your trauma. Your children are innocent, and their lives will be an offshoot of yours.

And yeah, give your parents grace. Growing older would make you realise that they are humans too, not superheroes. They did their best the way they knew how to. I know forgiveness takes time, but be open to letting go. Someone once said that the reason parents are so good with their grandkids is because, in a way, your children remind them of you. And the enlightenment they now have presents another chance to do things differently.

Colossians 3:12–15 (NLT)

12 Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. 13 Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. 14 Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds us all together in perfect harmony. 15 And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body, you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful.

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Morolake.

The lady wore a forlorn expression and had a faraway look in her eyes. She seemed to be playing with her fingers as a way of distracting herself from her reality. The greenish hues colours used to display the semi-natural lighting in the room made it look even more depressing.

As I stared at the painting, I had so many questions floating around in my head. What could she have been thinking about? What kind of argument did they have before that time? What kind of husband did she have? What kind of woman was she? Was she second-guessing every decision that she had made that led up to that moment?

Let’s take a quick trip down memory lane. In the late 1600s, women were relegated to the background and were continually forced to play the second fiddle. A female growing up during those times was either the property of her father or husband. As soon as her father chose who she would spend forever with, she became his, to use or misuse. Women were ‘to be seen and not heard’. They had been brainwashed to think that the only purpose they served was homemaking. For so long, they had lost the ability to dream and aspire to be more.

I wonder if the artist painted her fantasy, that the world would eventually come to a point where women would be able to argue with their spouses. A time when their voices would matter and would be heard. Or did she paint her reality? A loveless marriage, one made out of convenience reduced to a point where the two people involved could barely tolerate themselves?

Although the world has come a long way since the way things were done in the 1600s and 1700s, I can't help but think about how traces of gender discrimination are still present in the world today. Women have been forced into the ideology that they always have to prove themselves. There is this urge to deny feminity and embrace being masculine; independence and stoicism.

To be feminine is to possess a deeper level of emotional strength needed to balance out the impulsive nature of her masculine counterpart. I say this, not to insinuate that a woman is not complete when she’s single, but rather to explain how males and females were created to fit together like pieces in a puzzle. For every man, there is a woman who has been created for him and vice versa.

If those who lived in the earlier times were given a glimpse into what the twenty-first century is all about, I wonder what their reactions would be. I wonder if our artist's muse would feel avenged and if her spouse would scream in horror. Or maybe she would feel content having wet the ground for the seed of female independence that has fast spread like wildfire.

But anyway, I digress. I think art creates a portal into the stories of those who have come before me, creating an opportunity for me to see life through their lenses. Many people would consider me an old soul, and while I wear that title with pride, I think the personality people like me carry needs more positive publicity. An old soul thirsts for wells of knowledge to drink from. Ever curious and inquisitive, we have the unique ability to relate to and understand the feelings of other people.

The part of me that longs for events and timelines I never got to witness temporarily feels content each time I come in contact with a piece of history. Maybe visiting that art gallery healed me in some way, but if there is one thing I know for sure, it is that you, my dear reader, possess the ability to dream.

Psalms 143:5 NKJV
[5] I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I muse on the work of Your hands.

Always remember, you are your heavenly Father’s muse. He is the potter, and you are the clay. Each stroke, each color is designed specifically to make you who you are.

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Morolake.

Growing up, I watched my father tend to various plants, flowers, and trees. He always knew which ones were in season, the right seeds to plant, and where to plant them.

When I think of him, I picture him crouched by the flower bed, grabbing fistfuls of weeds that threatened the life of his treasured plants. He would spend hours at a stretch, painstakingly caring for them to ensure they would blossom. On some evenings, especially when I needed a break from studying, I would follow him around like a headless chicken, asking him countless questions, curious about everything.

I never truly understood how much work went into tending to a plant until I tried it myself. I wouldn’t call myself a green thumb, but I can tell you this: it takes more time and effort than one might think, and it certainly wasn’t as easy as my father made it seem.

The Gardener delights in tending to his plants. His joy comes from seeing them germinate, blossom, and eventually bear fruit. He prunes the plants—a process I imagine is not so enjoyable for them.

According to Merriam-Webster, to prune is “to cut off or cut back parts of for better shape or more fruitful growth.”

John 15:1-4 NLT
"[1] I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener. [2] He cuts off every branch of mine that doesn't produce fruit, and he prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more. [3] You have already been pruned and purified by the message I have given you. [4] Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me."

In the same way, our Heavenly Father is a Gardener, and we are His plants. He is constantly at work in us, tirelessly bringing out the best in us. He removes things, people, old habits, and addictions from our lives. He guides us through the difficult pruning process to help us grow stronger and more fruitful.

The healing process is challenging, and one of the outcomes of healing is growth. But before that growth, we must be pruned. Remain in your Maker, and allow Him to work in you, so you may bloom in season.

Going through a rough patch right now? Maybe the Gardener is working on you. Ask Him for help during the pruning process. Remember, after pruning comes growth. What do you do when it gets tough? Let me know in the comments!

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Morolake

The Superhero Complex

The way you answer this question would tell me all I need to know about you. If you found yourself in a sinking boat, would you first swim to safety, or would you start brainstorming on how you can get over everyone to safety?

For a lot of people, there is this innate desire to fix something, someone, anything. They want to make the world a better place, leave their footprints in the sand of time and make sure everyone is happy.

It’s absolutely fine to want the people you care about to be safe, but where does that desire stem from? I call it the superhero complex, the act of putting everyone else before yourself, trying to fix everything, save everyone when you’re the one that needs saving.

But why? Why do you focus on anything but yourself? Why can you not bear to be left alone with your thoughts and feelings? Why must you always feel busy?

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There is freedom 
waiting for you, 
on the breezes 
of the sky, 
and you ask, 
“What if I fall?” 
Oh but my darling, 
what if you fly? 
— Erin Hanson

You love being the life of the party, a source of strength and inspiration to everyone around you, and you believe you would be a letdown if you put yourself before anyone else. However, humans tend to take and take without giving in return. Everyone wants a pound of your flesh, a luxury they can not afford. Ultimately, their sense of entitlement deepens, and you continue to give because you have convinced yourself that they have no one else but you.

Life does not have to be hard, but you are already living life with a heavy burden. Your heart is filled with so much pain, anger and bitterness that stems from unresolved trauma. Unfortunately, many people refuse to admit that they need help. Strength is knowing what your limits are and when to ask for help.

I have had conversations with older adults and people from the earlier generations about the concept of life, happiness and co-dependence. A common regret they have is not putting themselves first. Their spouse’s desire came before theirs, and then the well-being of their children, then the communities they belonged to, and let us not forget committees, friends and in-laws. Superheroes are so focused on everything else but themselves that, eventually, they lose themselves while helping everyone find themselves.

The superhero complex stems from a place of hurt and trauma. When you go through a traumatic situation, your brain develops a coping mechanism. Suddenly, you start to feel sorry for people who live their lives with trauma-induced limitations, or you become hyper-aware of ways people hide behind their insecurities because you’ve been there before.

But instead of focusing on addressing the hurt, you decide to help others who are like you heal. Before you know it, you are halfway through medical school or nursing school because you wanted to “help people”. I think more than half of the people in the healthcare field have a superhero complex; the desire to fix someone. Or maybe you find yourself in a three-year relationship with a manipulative woman-beater/serial cheater because you can “fix” him. You begin to see the secondary gratification as a reward and try to convince yourself that this is as close as you would ever get to being free.

let me restore the cherry pink in your cheeks, 
the bounce in your feet. 
the lines on your forehead will be non-existent, 
and there would be laughter in your eyes. 

-Morolake L.

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For a long time, my brain convinced me to believe that everyone else came before me. That it was selfish to consider the state of my mental health, that it was not rational to save myself, that I was created to keep everyone else from sinking.

My Mama always says that it is possible to love someone more than you love yourself. She says loving people is like quicksand, easy to drown in, difficult to get out of. “Morolake,” she would say, holding my hands and looking directly into my eyes, “the Bible says to love your neighbour as yourself, not more than yourself. You should know where to draw the line.”

You were not created to save anyone; that’s why Jesus died. The intention behind your creation is to worship God, and that in so doing, you may point others to Him. If anyone around you seems like they are drowning, encourage them and point them to God. Pray for the salvation of those who are still living in sin, sow the seed of the gospel and be available to answer questions that they may have.

Remember, it’s impossible to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation when you’re struggling to breathe. To help others who are hurt, you must first experience true healing from God, not secondary gratification or exhaustion-induced peace. Do not let the enemy convince you that the only way you can be motivated to help people or point them down the healing path is guilt. All who have accepted Jesus have been adopted into the family of God and have exchanged ashes for beauty.

The actual feeling of being healed is something beyond words can explain. It is amazing. It feels like the first time you take a breath of air after being submerged underwater for a long time. Healing feels like the gentle whisper of grace after a storm, the warmth of the Father’s arms wrapping around a weary soul. It is the slow unfurling of peace, like dawn breaking through the longest night, as burdens once heavy dissolve in the light of mercy. Wounds become testimonies, scars turn into stories of redemption, and every breath carries the fragrance of renewed hope. Healing is the soft voice of Jesus saying, "Be still," as the waves within finally rest, and the heart, once shattered, beats again—stronger, freer, whole.

If you’re looking for a song that captures the quiet ache of surrender and the beauty of healing, Broken by Kaestrings is a must-listen. With its soul-stirring lyrics and heartfelt melody, it invites you to lay your pain at the feet of God and trust Him with the pieces. It’s a gentle reminder that brokenness isn’t the end—it’s the beginning of restoration. Let this song be your soundtrack as you journey toward wholeness, one step, one prayer, one tear at a time.

Psalms 147:2-3 NLT
[2] The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem and bringing the exiles back to Israel. [3] He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.

Today, make a conscious effort to put yourself first. Do what brings you joy—buy that ice cream, nurture your inner child, and redirect that “saving” energy toward yourself. Seek God’s guidance and lean on His strength.

"You know you're healing when you find yourself doing things that once felt impossible."

Let others support you—you are worthy of love, care, and kindness. You matter.

We’re on a journey to healing together. Did you miss the boarding point? Don’t worry. You can still join the ride. Subscribe to my newsletter so you don’t miss the next stop!

With love.

Morolake.

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**Wilted? Perhaps Not**

The days fly by when you're in love, or so they say. You are so fascinated by your heart’s ability to include someone and consider them a part of you, your missing rib, the one who somehow completes you. Every day seems like Christmas came early, like you could burst from the amount of joy you just newly discovered. You blink, and suddenly, you're celebrating your first anniversary together, consciously choosing to stay in love.

You think you have seen all parts of your partner until you have your first fight. Although you said some hurtful words to each other in the heat of the moment, and the vulnerability of the anger exposed your partner’s insecurities, apologies were said and together you decided to move forward. “Let bygones be bygones.” After all, no one has ever treated you that way, apologised after hurting you I mean, so you conclude that this is what true love must feel like. What if I tell you that you still do not know what true love is? That your entire opinion of love could have been built off the wrong misconceptions, and maybe you just fell in love with the idea of love?

To love is to die, to live, and to fly. It means making a personal commitment to each other, no matter what happens, and working through it all. It means being respectful and making conscious efforts to avoid said mistakes. God's love for us is the perfect blueprint for love.

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son. And whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." —John 3:16

Picture this: You're in a dark alleyway, with your back against the wall. It stinks—you can almost taste the sour smell of stagnant water in your throat. With each breath, the urge to vomit worsens. It's dark, and you feel around, desperately trying to find a way out. That’s what life outside the understanding of God's love feels like. It's dark, gloomy, bitter, and cruel.

Love seeks us out in our darkest moments. It constantly knocks on the door of our hearts, begging to be let in. He stands at the end of the tunnel, waiting to welcome you home. Just as a flower bud must die to give rise to fruit, we must let go of habits and addictions to fully embrace God's love.

One of my favourite songs says, "Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God." Love is Jesus dying for our sins while we were yet sinners, giving us life in Christ and wings to fly when He comes back for us.

So, what can we say life is without love? It would be like spring without flowers or summer without the sun. Likewise, there would be no me without God. For God is love, and He is the source of life, from whom all blessings flow.

The deeper you go in Christ, the more your understanding of God's loving nature deepens. You were made in love, from love, and with love. Never forget that.

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[35] Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death?
[38] And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. [39] No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.” ‭-Romans 8:35, 38-39 NLT‬

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Are you weary, tired, or simply not feeling this love around you now? I pray that God's love is revealed to you.

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With love,

Morolake.

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I picked up my pen today for the first time in a long while. I sat down, put the pen to paper, and began to give an escape to the words that had laid dormant in my mind for so long.

Writing used to come easily to me. My brain would overflow with ideas, so much so that I thought it might burst. I wrote to capture my experiences, knowing that if I didn’t, I would feel a deep sense of unease.

I used to dream of a time when I wouldn't shy away from sharing my gifts with the world. But as I picked up my pen again after months of procrastination, I realized I had failed myself. I became so consumed with worrying about others' opinions that I forgot what writing meant to me in the first place.

The ability to create various worlds, characters, and relatable scenarios is a blessing. Words are delicate, like flower buds waiting for the right time to bloom. You don’t rush them; they decide when to grace you with their presence. And when they finally arrive, their beauty should not be hidden from the world.

Being a writer is a calling. It means understanding that you have the power to influence ideologies and opinions, challenge belief systems, and preserve lost traditions.

God gave me words to share with the world. These words have been clamouring for an escape for far too long. The only way I can show appreciation for this beautiful gift is to put it to good use.

A string of various letters can evoke emotions so powerful that you would think they are real. My words will take you on a journey beyond the constraints of time and chance. They will reopen old wounds, help you confront old fears and lead you on a path of healing.

My name is Morolake. I am a writer, and these are the words in my head finally finding their way out. Consider this the boarding point on our journey to healing. Want to accompany me? Please, sit down—let’s ride together.

With love,

Morolake

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