Forward/Young Girl Dreaming

I am just going to act like I haven’t blogged in a whole year.

A lot has happened in my absence from this space.

2017 is a year I will always remember but also one I would like to forget and move one from.

A lot of happy happenings sprinkled with small dose of pain.

But it was hopeful, exciting breathless.

I almost sound like I miss it.

I do.

I miss the hope I felt, the breath of new promise.

But I am learning to look forward and not limit God.

See if I keep my eyes on the past and how fun it was or what could have been, then I wont move forward. If I can’t move forward then I can’t experience the new plans God has in store for me.  It was a strange year.

One I both loved and hated, but I loved it more.

This year almost feels like one long continuation of 2017.

But  life should be lived in one direction: forward!

Young Girl Dreaming

My foundation is having its first event, a seminar about getting into medical school. I have always been very self -directed and goal oriented. I knew I wanted to be a doctor from a very young age and pursued it with a single-mindedness for a long arduous time. One day on a literal uphill walk to a friend’s house, during my wilderness years,  I remember thinking  one shouldn’t have to struggle so hard for a dream.

Maybe I was being a little bratty a la’ Israelite in the wilderness.  

But I was tired.

I promised myself that if I ever had a chance, I would make the journey easier for the  young women coming behind me. I would tell them my truth. I would do everything possible to shatter the lies of the enemy, lies a young girl tends to believe during the  the dark days.

The spark was there before that day but the fire was ignited that night.

So I had this vision to mentor your girls not necessarily personally but to sow “God” seeds in their lives using education as a medium and a relationship with God as framework.

I realize I have a LOT to learn and have a long way to go.  However, I felt this year was the time to MOVE.

I think it’s  also my desire to give my life meaning.

Life has to be more than life and work and a tupsy tursy love life. J

No I rebuke that! No negative confession. I speak life ! My love life is languid and peaceful.

I hope to help the young women that come to the seminar because I believe we all have something to offer the world.

I think the biggest tragedy is an unshared testimony. You never realize who you may be helping or more importantly encouraging

Sometimes its difficult to relate to David or Elijah or Samuel but it’s easy to relate to  Joanna down the street or Funke a class mate .

Coming from a Christian-ese African traditional culture shrouded in sometimes unnecessary secrecy, my personal pet peeve is when someone  gives a testimony comprising of

1. 30 minutes of vigorous praise ad worship
2. 30 minutes of repeated repeatedly –God is great. God is good. God is God. Or a variation of the above.
3. Finish testimony 

Hey to each his own but if you give a testimony, GIVE IT

Don’t do something that is an a obligatory tick of the box. Give God a balls to the wall, all hands of deck, crying-with-snort-running-down-your –face testimony.

The bible says in Revelation 12 vs 11

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death

I do understand some issues are personal that one would rather not share. But sometimes self has to die, our personal reservations have to die and we share knowing that its more about the person you are helping and encouraging. Its more about being open before God and really giving him the honor he is due.  

Anyhoo, let me get off my soap box. Please do pass along the information to anyone you know that is interested in embarking this riveting career of saving lives.

Love and light folks.

Eniola Prentice