Knowledge and experience have taught me that there are many kinds of help; but there’s one I find disturbing and wicked. You see, there is a clique of self appointed, self-seeking gods and goddesses who play angels. What bemuses me about the charlatans is their addiction to self-aggrandizement. Any of their gestures of kindness is highly dilluted and neutralized by their non ending chest thumps and ostentation. Pharisaical indeed!

In their gaiety and revelling, they’ll toast upon their good deeds. Anyone caring to listen will know that they are the engine in your life; but for them, you’re a stagnating wagon, rusting away in some wild unguarded railroad. How they wish and aspire reverence. When they cough you should genuflect. Worship, you know? Contempt and domineering attitude defines them. They purport to be the light in your dark life.

But it’s not disloyalty which threatens them. They never fear that you stand about your ground – and see their delusive tactics, no! What they fear is progress. Their support is strategic; meant to facilitate stunted growth. With them there is no hope of blossoming; they jealously fight blooming flowers. They’ll readily put off any candle and feed of the wax. Their worst fear is your true identity.

Not every hand that feeds you is concerned with your healthy dietry. Some like a tree, will water you rooted in a plastic bag. Stagnating sustenance! Green you’ll be, but never an inch of height, will you rise. Maybe a non issue. What of when liberator comes calling? When the blue print of your destiny fall on your feet? They’ll feel threatened and beguil you that’s not where you belong. Raw deal, not worth trying.

I stand with you, yet step on your feet. Affixing you to the ground, denying you the prospects of take-off. I smile the most and laugh the loudest. I’m plastic. I’m fake.

Who’ll lick my boots when you see the light; when you become independent?

Truly I feel threatened my friend that I might be a crow and you a caged eagle. That’s why I offer refuge instead of loosing you!

Now you know…

They never mean well.


@Kiogothi wa


Calmness in the storms

In storms of life we cry out to God to help us. Just like the disciples cried out in the storm and Jesus was asleep in the boat. They were desperate and death seemed inevitable. But when Jesus arose he rebuked the storms and it was calm.
When Paul’s ship was tossed in the storms the people worried and they threw out their possessions awaiting the worst and filled with worry. Paul spoke with much confidence because he was calm in the midst of the storm. He assured them that the ship will be destroyed but they will not die.
Yeah, this is our God He may choose to calm the storm or choose to Calm His sons/daughters in the midst of storms.
When the storms are calmed we rejoice and testify with jubilation.
When the Lord choose to calm you it requires trusting that He knows what He is doing.
Pastor Lucy Paynter


Nobody can ever do a better job at being you than you.When I realized that I wasn’t in a competition with anyone in my life I refocused my energy and resources to become the best Me I can be.
Our potential and ability to become was installed in us from before conception. God told Jeremiah that before he was even formed in his mother’s womb He knew him and had already set him apart and appointed him to become a prophet.
My greatest desire and prayer is to be continually connected with my maker. To be fully yielded to God that He may mould me to be that which he designed me for from the beginning.
Thus I no longer waste time comparing myself to others or copying them.
We are all unique and the world is beautiful because of all our uniqueness and authenticity.

The joy of motherhood

These are my three bundles of joy. My daily motivation to become better and strive for the best.
When faced with overwhelming challenges and the possibility of giving up is the easiest route to take,one thought about them and giving up no longer remains as an option.
I thank God for He sure knew what he was doing when giving me this great opportunity to become a mother.
#Patience reminds me of the Lords faithfulness in keeping His words.No matter how long it takes He keeps his Promises and so Patiently I wait for Him.
#Precious reminds me of how Precious we are in the eyes of God. That even when all odds are stuck against us our value in Him can make Him move mountains to come deliver us. We are Precious to Him.
#Praise is a gem that reminds us to continually magnify the lord. Praise Him at all times.

â—‹Pastor Lucy Paynter.