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Love takes work


I woke up really late this morning. I won’t say what time here because it’s slightly embarrassing considering my fervent desire to be a morning person.

I know the drill, preparation for a good day should begin from the night before. I learned a small nursery rhyme about this phenomenon when I was a little child. 

Early to bed, early to rise, makes you healthy, happy, and strong.

So why do I expect great results when I do not follow the rules?

Sigh, I think it’s helpful to talk about what’s been keeping me up.

Writing! I’m doing an independent study this semester, where I have the opportunity to work on something that interests me with one professor. I get credit for my work, but it’s not a class class so I have the opportunity to direct my work to satisfy my intellectual curiosity. The thing, though, is that Independent Studies require a good amount of personal motivation and drive. I have to want to do the work, and I have to do work that I’m passionate about. That’s not a problem… because I’m working on a collection of short stories and it’s something that I love to do. I’d ideally like to have 5 stories, polished and ready to be published. I’m no genius, so my expectations of myself are very realistic.

But still, I’d like to submit excellent work. I want to look back some years from now and recognize that my stories were well thought out and executed. So I’ve been very worried about my stories. Again, I know that if I want to have the best stories at the end of the semester, I should be reading and writing more. But writing is hard and it’s laborious and it’s deceptive. You may think that you have something nailed, but read it after one week and it’s utter gibberish. Anyway, that’s my first dilemma. I want to do good work, I think about doing good work, but I do not meticulously work myself to the point of producing good work. Sigh.

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This makes me think about the post yesterday about friendships and love. I often hear people say that love takes work, especially in the context of a marriage. I’m not married, neither am I in a relationship, so I do not have the authority to speak on these matters. But from my little experience as a friend, I find that a lot of things take deliberate effort and intentionality.

The same goes with everything in life- students who want to do well in school, married people who want to have wonderful marriages, people who want to be better friends. Everything takes work.

Luckily, we have the Holy Spirit who is our helper. I spent the entire evening yesterday asking the Lord for help. I had a feedback session with a professor and she butchered my first draft of a 5-page essay. I left the office feeling a sense of direction, but extremely weighed down by the momentous task of producing quality work. It doesn’t help that I have a lot of writing to get done both in my academic courses, and in my independent work. Who has asked me to carry this very heavy burden?

I can only ask the Lord for help. In my journal this morning I wrote. “Dear Holy Spirit, just as you inspired the writing of the ENTIRE scriptures, please inspire me in all the work that I have to do this semester.”

The Holy Spirit is good at using words, He is the best wordsmith that there is, so what better way to guarantee quality work than to rely on Him.

Bottom line is… this is one of those posts where I simply talk about my life and how I’m doing and the challenges I’m facing and the steps I’m taking (or not) to overcome those challenges.

Keep me in your prayers, I need all of them!

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Hey, my name is Alheri and I'm obsessed with Jesus. This blog is me keeping my promise to Him for answering a prayer. Purple is my favorite color and my favorite scripture is Jeremiah 32:27 which says "Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there anything too hard for me?" (KJV) You can contact me at


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  2. Thanks for posting this. Just had a performance evaluation and it was literally just a drilling session. Came out feeling directed but so sad/ overwhelmed thinking about all the work I have to do to get to where I want. The first thing I thought between sobs is there is no way I can get there without the Holy Spirit’s direction. Thanks again!


    • haha! You just described how I felt after my meeting with the professor. I’ve still be languishing in that fear so I literally haven’t touched the essay yet. Anyway, today is the day I tackle it! God is helping us all!

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  4. Egor F Egbe says

    My late father, Papa Esadu, was a great cocoa farmer. He had the largest cocoa plantation in th entire community. He brought us up working in the plantation. virtually everyday he would go to the plantation. Must do a work-through almost daily.
    But cocoa is a cash crop, not a staple food crop. Yes yam, cassava, and the likes. Cocao was alien to 5the community. But my father was proud to virtually be involved in the plantation most people found strange. But cocoa brought in money more than yam farm produce.
    So my father was caught in the web…he had a large cocoa plantation and needed to have a large yam farm so he could aso get barns,….the pride of the villagers!
    At the university i read about cocoa and the uses of cocoa beans. chocolate. beverages. Ah! My father’s produce! Armed with the monetary value, on holiday, as we went to the cocoa plantation, i told my father of how important his produce was in earning forex. He was delighted i was getting educated and even knowing and getting so much information about things, even cocoa. He beam fatherly smiles at me in the hut as we settled to have quick lunch with ripe bananas.
    Then i threw a bombshell…and i said to him ‘,,,papa, i think from next yam farming season, you should have a smaller yam farm…i want us to concentrate on this cocoa plantation.. ‘ Ah! the countenance of my father’s face suddenly metamorphosed. Changed. And though we were only two, he was now talking to me as if addressing a town’s meeting. With raised voice i knew immediately he was angered.
    ‘What do you mean? Cocoa will give me money to train you people in school easily. But fame here is by yam barn! I must measure up in fame with my age grade’.
    Maybe my father was right.
    It is by the grace of God that we make better choices when confronted two or more.
    May God be on our side at the time we are confronted with some hard choices to make. Amen


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