Valuable Life Lessons – What Acquiring a Driver’s License taught me

I want to get very personal. This post is motivated by a promise I made to God before I passed my driving test for a license earlier this year. The issue of acquiring a driver’s license may seem quite trivial but to me, it is a testimony of God’s goodness because this is after several attempts.

I started taking driving lessons way back in 2015. I did acquire the skill somehow but when I took the test, I missed the pass mark by two points. I was sad. I promised myself I was going to re-sit for the test but I never did. I packed driving to the side and went about my business. A lot happened and I gave up driving entirely.

This year, with the pressure that I faced (mostly from my husband) I took up the challenge to acquire a driver’s license. My husband attempted to remind me of how to move the car, but we always ended up arguing and stopping the lessons. The idea of going to a driving school again appealed to both of us and that was how I found myself taking all of the lessons once again.

The good news in all of these was that I started to feel more confident sitting behind the wheels. The fear I initially had when I began driving four years ago had dissipated but the new challenge was acquiring the license. The time came for me to take the theoretical test and when I did, I missed the pass mark by a point. Once again, I failed.

Of course I was disappointed in myself. I questioned God. I questioned myself. I questioned the whole process of acquiring a driver’s license in Ghana. I heard several stories too. Very negative ones of people who had attempted the tests on numerous occasions but always failed. I was encouraged or rather discouraged by someone in the license acquisition space to forget the test and bring some money for the process to be expedited.

“Most people who fail this test the first time do not pass. Just give up,” she said.

I told her I was going to give her suggestion a second thought and that if I failed the second (or third time) I would get the said amount of money and forget about acquiring the licence ‘legally.’

That was how I found myself re-sitting for the drivers’ license exam for the third time in my life. I changed strategies. I read but not as I did with the previous two. I prayed and relaxed, and this time, I got the exact pass mark. It was one of the best days of my life because it had taken me four long years (that could have gotten me a degree 😂😂). I had also proven the naysayers wrong and did not have to bribe my way through the process. I was legitimately acquiring a license.

What is the import of this post? This is to fulfill my part of the bargain and the promise I made to God of sharing my long and difficult experience of acquiring a license with readers of the blog. To me, it’s a testimony and I am not exaggerating. Secondly, this is to motivate anyone who has been trying hard to do things that people do quite easily. Logically, it may be challenging but note that all things are possible with God. The task may seem arduous. You may feel like giving up but don’t listen to yourself and don’t allow people to discourage you. You can do it too!

PS: I have failed in my attempts at so many things – in examinations, in job searches and other applications, etc. I think I have mastered the act of getting up strong after failures. If you are seeking someone who understands your situation, I believe you should be speaking to me. My email address is christianblogghana@gmail.com Let’s get talking!

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Guest Post: Pornography. Me. The Church

I love guest posting, I think I am more confident on other people’s blogs than I am on mine. Even though I talk about deep issues on my blog, I think I talk deeper issues in other people’s blogs.

Now, the post: I am a Christian woman, born and raised in a Christian family and was addicted to pornography. I wrote a little bit about it in my book, because I didn’t have the confidence to talk more about it. I was introduced to it when I was very young, in my teens. It became a close companion when I was in the university, that stage when I did not know how to deal with my emotions and sexual desires. After graduating from college, I reached a point where I made a conscious decision to fight it, and so every day, I woke up and prayed to God for help to win the war over this temptation. Currently, I have set my Twitter page in such a way that no inappropriate content appears in my feed because that could trigger unwanted desires. I am always, and consciously on the watch, praying to God to give me strength in this weakness, yet I battle it alone in silence and behind closed doors, like many other Christians.

Now that you know about pornography and me, let’s get to pornography and the church.

In this day and age, where we are loud, open and very bold, you might think we will be talking about this issue. You would think we will be open now that 64% of the people watching porn are between the ages of 13-24 (Barna Group Survey) and the church would know that not just 21 million men are addicted to porn but women and kids are also on this new drug.

Sin is not picky; it goes with anyone who falls for it and as we are being taught in the church to save ourselves for marriage but not being told how we can fight or deal with our hormones, emotions, sexual temptations and desires, we are left in guilt and fight this sin in secrecy. I personally want to advise pastors to talk about this issue because the times are changing but holiness isn’t. Holiness is still the goal and without it no one can see the Father, therefore, pastors need to talk about this openly and make themselves less judgmental and more accepting to the people who watch porn. They should receive and help these people because we, as the body of Christ, all get hurt when one is hurt.

Here are some helpful tips that I use to fight pornography and I know it’ll be useful to you too:

  • Talk to a friend about it and let her/ him keep you accountable
  • Like all other sins, pornography feels good when you are viewing it and then, you feel dirty and guilty later. After sometime, you thirst again for the water that leaves you thirsty still. What I have done is to write down all the ways pornography makes me feel, and how I would feel leaving it, and I have a vision of the woman that I want to be in the future, and how she is affected by the addiction now. This can be posted on the wall as a reminder and to encourage you in your fight.
  • Follow Christian blogs and read books about freedom from pornography addiction (I would recommend some on my blog).
  • Put some sort of control on your phone (I personally use parental control where a friend can act like my parent and get notified when I search anything related to porn, and it blocks my searches and so nothing shows up).
  • Tell your pastor and parents (I am yet to do this too).
  • Write in your journal about your struggles.
  • Connect with others and keep each other accountable.
  • Some things cannot end without prayer and fasting regardless of your level of discipline, and so, pray and fast. I personally have heard testimonies of different people who have been healed by God miraculously, or even slowly from pornography addiction and so I still have hope that there is healing for even me… and You.     

(Now that I have shared this, I think I will be brave enough to talk about this in my blog).   

This is a guest post submitted by Eunice Tossy. Eunice is a 24-year old Tanzanian blogger who is still learning and growing. She shares her experiences on her blog, http://abiblegirl.com/ . You can follow her on Twitter and Instagram : @eunietj and on YouTube: Eunice Tossy.

The Prophet Who wasn’t (A personal experience with two fraudsters)

He was speaking to somebody on the phone when he saw me approaching. A middle-aged man, probably in his late forties, fair in complexion and quite well-built. He wore a checked shirt, predominantly, white, red and blue and had a sling bag.

He ended the call and asked,

“Please, can you direct me to Monaco Missions.”

I was completely lost because I had lived in the neighbourhood for close to three years, yet, I had no clue where he was referring to. It had been a long day at work and the only thing on my mind was getting home to rest.

As if by some coincidence, a shorter man, possibly in his forties was passing by and this fair man asked me to inquire the location of the said Mission House.

“Oh, that place? It’s right over there,” the shorter man replied.

He pointed to a junction that I knew quite well but wasn’t sure if I had seen the building they were referring to. The shorter man volunteered to go show this man the place on condition that I came along to translate to the fairer man who needed the directions. Like the children in the story of the Pied Piper of Hamelin, I followed them, not knowing what laid ahead.

The fairer man who urgently needed the direction, started prophesying about the shorter man who was now providing the directions to the Mission House. He asked me to explain to the shorter man who seemed unable to communicate in English. I did most of the translation which included relaying information about the shorter man’s drinking habit to which the ‘prophet’ advised him to stop because it was hurting his heart. The shorter man would also respond,

“Oh what did he say? It’s true. Whenever I drink, my heart would be hurting,”

Once in a while, a ‘harmless prophecy’ was thrown my way which included the fact that I’ll be traveling outside of Ghana and this year will be good for me and, the usual things that I already knew about. Meanwhile, most of the prophecies were directed to the shorter man and they included pieces of advice on buying a house instead of a car, investing his money properly etc. These two men managed to get my attention fully and I thought I was helping the fairer prophet to probably win the soul of the shorter man.

Eventually, the ‘Prophet’ asked the shorter man to give me his bag and keys while the shorter man walked away to about three electric poles, reciting the Lord’s Prayer. I took the shorter man’s bag while he went to do his penance and before he arrived, Fairer Prophet had mentioned two names of the people who seemed to be troubling Shorter Man. That was great. I was excited for shorter man.

“It’s now your turn. Give your bag to Shorter Man and say the Lord’s prayer and God will reveal something to you,” Fairer Prophet said.

“Please, I am not comfortable giving my bag out,” I said.

They started pulling my bag gently, cajoling me to hand my bag over to them. Shorter man swore they were good people and that God would certainly reveal something to me. Fairer Prophet chastised me for allowing worldly possession like the content in bag to prevent me from receiving my blessings.

I became confused and helpless at this point because these two men started teasing, taunting and pushing me to take the walk while reciting the Lord’s prayer. Fairer Prophet even walked a few meters with me but in a twinkle of eye, I turned and say neither him nor Shorter Man. They had bolted with my bag that contained my laptop, phone, some money and even my house key.

This is one night that I do not want to remember. Never!