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Equally Martha & Mary

at the feet of JesusI am very introspective.

Last week I was contemplating and I realised that I was a Martha. I was reflecting on Luke 10:38-42 where Jesus visits the home of Lazarus and his sisters Mary and Martha. Martha welcomed Jesus into house clearly the one with the gift of hospitality and proceeded to get things ready in the kitchen etc. while Mary  was more content to sit at the feet of Jesus and listen to Him speak. Martha became very annoyed because she was overwhelmed with all the hosting while Mary just sat there having a good time!

Very recently I found myself in a place of frustration, worn out, feeling very empty, no enthusiasm for any of my roles or responsibilities, overwhelmed. Looking back I realised that I had spent so much time giving and working like Martha, that I hadn’t taken the time to re-charge my batteries & fill my cup so that I could pour out into others again. I didn’t have time to read the word and maintain my personal walk with God, I was coasting on the reserves that I’d filled through the years.

Jesus said to Martha when she complained to Him about the situation and asked Him to tell Mary to help, that Mary had chosen the better thing.It is so important when in a leadership role or just in general to make time to sit at the feet of Jesus like Mary. This Worship song by Kari Jobe- ‘The more I seek you’ became life to me.

I want to sit at your feet
Drink from the cup in your hand.tree by river
Lay back against you and breathe, feel your heart beat
This love is so deep, its more than I can stand
I melt in your peace, its overwhelming

Matthew 1:14 states: ‘But he answered, ‘It is written, “‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.’ I must have heard this scripture a hundred times from childhood to now, but it’s so true. Because I didn’t take the time to eat the word, I was Spiritually dying. Reserves are fine for a while but reserves are what they are, a finite supply for a time of hardship. Unless those reserves are replenished, you will find yourself in a state of lack; a dangerous place to be.

God wants us to flourish. But we have to stay connected to Him. Psalm 1:1-3 springs to mind. Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,  and who meditates on his law day and night. That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither—  whatever they do prospers.’ As long as we stay connected to God by meditating on His word day and night (stay connected with ) along with living the kind of life He expects of us, we will flourish like a tree that has a direct feed to water.

Remember the Word of God is the manual for our life (Psalms 119:105), if we do not know what the manual says, we will never e able to make full use of this life that we have. We may be able to figure some things out on our own, but there is so much more that we will never tap into because our mind cannot perceive what it has never been inspired by.

There’s a time to be like Martha and work, but never forget to be like Mary; take time out despite the responsibilities and pressures of life to sit at the feet of Jesus, bask in His presence, top up our reserves and then some so that we can live the prosperous lives God knows we’re fully capable of living!

tree by river




They DO Exist!!!

PatienceDear Single & Celibate ladies waiting on their Godly man,

My work colleagues and I rarely eat together, but we did a few weeks ago and something really small but very profound happened that I want to share with you today and as I share this I wish to encourage you and myself on this lonely and arduous journey that there are good, Godly, manly* men out there and ours will find us when the time is right.

So we were having lunch together and the table was wonkey, therefore wobbling whenever you put any pressure on it- easily done. I hadn’t even noticed until one of my colleagues said, ‘This is really annoying innit?’ anyway, without a second thought he leaned down and did whatever it was he did and the table was no longer wobbly.

I felt myself getting very emotional at that point and wondered why, but then I realised this little scenario was what I realised a gentle reminder from God to be patient, not to settle because I’m getting frustrated about my singleness and not to become bitter or closed off because the last frog I kissed did not turn out to be a prince. I hate this analogy of kissing frogs by the way. I always say, God’s way is the best way and I like to see what God says about a particular situation before I do anything, but what did I do? Break my own rules. (In my heart, i eventually admitted that I was actually frustrated with myself for being impatient, when I know better).

man head of householdAnywho0, the simple act of fixing the table without anyone asking him to or being nagged or wondering if it’s his place to do so reminded me of the type of man that I want for myself, that I am praying for. He will take control and be the head of our household and lead us in prayer and fix the broken chairs and change the light bulbs and carry the heavy stuff to the car because WE will need OUR womb after our 2 year honeymoon period is over so he won’t watch me burst my boyo while he’s having a good time with his mates. 1 Cor. 2:28 ‘But I want you to understand that the head of every man is Christ, the head of a wife is her husband, and the head of Christ is God.’

I managed to hold my tears back- I’m good at that by the way-and it just stuck with me all day. God has good plans for us, he says in Jeremiah 29:11 ‘For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’ We just have to be patient and trust that all in God’s time, he will come through, but if we are impatient we stand to lose a great deal more. Take for example Saul ( 1Sam 13:8-14), who could not wait on the man of God to offer the sacrifice before their battle and decided to take matters into his own hands and offered the sacrifice himself- foolish man. That single act as we read in verse 14 caused him to lose his crown; a heavy price to pay.

Ladies, don’t be discouraged, keep praying, keep believing. God loves us as his dear princesses and want only the best for us, but we need to be faithful and never doubt or lower standards by taking matters into our own hands- it won’t end well.

And while we’re waiting patiently let’s work on ourselves, build up our relationship with God. We all have things in our life that make us imperfect people, the work doesn’t stop because we’re lonely, or frustrated or tired; we are first women of God in all situations, let’s keep our focus where it should be so when our man comes along we have a few less issues to work on and we’re a much stronger woman ready to put some work in because singleness is one battle. When we are wedded, the other battle starts. while there is much sweetness in it *wink wink, there is much difficulty; It’s a whole different kind of living. But this battle we fight with our husband together, as a unit, pooling all the resources spiritually we were storing up while we were single.

Life is hard, one battle after the other, but as the good old song says, ‘with Christ in the vessel, we can smile at the storm.’

Stay encouraged ladies, we know Jesus is coming, that’s a fact, but our men are also coming…soon. 🙂

Stay encouraged and blessed,

Single & Celibate ladies waiting on my Godly man



*Clarification: when I say manly men, I mean men who recognise their roles as men, embrace it and live it. Also men who are good with their hands or make an effort in terms of fixing tings and carrying stuff what with them being the stronger vessel and all…*sips tea. Call me old fashioned, I don’t care. I am. That’s just me. Like it or lump it.

Digging Deeper

It seems like every time I begin one of this posts, I start off with, “It’s been a while…” So I promise I won’t say it this time 🙂

I’ve been thinking recently about my heritage. I was born and raised in the Commonwealth of Dominica (different in location, people and language to the Dominican Republic), one of the lushest  most beautiful, mountainous, forested Islands in the Caribbean. Therefore my heritage includes the Indigenous  Kalinago people (or Caribs) on my mother’s side and the black Caribbean on my father’s side.

Anyway my sister told me about this novel written by a Dominican author- Marie-Elena John- titled, Unburnable.

I finally read it! Why did I take so long?

The book is about a Dominican born Lillian living in America, who goes back to her native land to face the ‘demons’ of scandal and secrets that have tormented her throughout her life.  Now I must say that I the harshest critic of things concerning me, so this book was read without bias.

This book was literally unputdownable! A word misused by reviewers obviously paid to say nice things about a particular piece of writing. I love the way it was written. I’m a visual person, so if I have difficulty imagining what I’m reading, I may (won’t) not finish the book. But it only took me one day to do so. The heart wrenching stories of these three women, Mathilda-the grandmother, Iris-the mother and Lillian-the daughter were very well interwoven.

I think what I most loved about the book was that I was reading about my own. The descriptions of the Dominican Catholics, reminded me of real people and stories from my grandmother-a staunch catholic (or as she would say ‘poto cyatolik!’) in terms of behaviour etc. When Lillian said, “To be catholic was not so much a religious denomination, it was more like at ethnicity” I understood that. When Lillian explained that Dominica was not the same as the Dominican Republic, I could relate to that!  And when the scene of ‘professional wedding goers’ was described, I  did that! So a lot of the book felt relate-able.

My only criticism is open ended finish of the book. I hate being left hanging unless I can make up the rest easily or I can tell, the second part is coming up.  The ending felt a bit ‘hurried up.’ Such a sad story needed a more suitable end. I’m not saying there had to be a happy ending, but at least some closure for Lillian and the readers like me who immersed ourselves on this emotional roller coaster of a book. I Felt the injustice for the Carib people, was sad when Simon wouldn’t listen to Mathilda, disgusted when John saw Iris at the Wedding for the first time. When John’s mother in law and her sisters took revenge on Iris, I had to take some tome to compose myself before carrying on, etc. So for such a deep story to end the way it did, was a bit of a disservice to the book.

However, it’s still one of the best books I’ve read in a while. My Rating: 4 out of 5

So I’ll be doing some reading into my country My Ancestral line etc and will be posting some of my thoughts and findings as they filter through.

I’ll be reading another book based in Jamaica-The book of the Night Women, by Marlon James. I’ll be reviewing that one as well.


The year of the butterfly

1 Corinthians 13:11: When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.

A few weeks ago, I was looking at myself in the mirror and suddenly the realisation hit me, “you’re not a kid anymore you know Mavia, you’re an adult! You’re a, (ever so hesitantly), woman…”

For those of you who aren’t freaked out by this, I’ll let you in on something else, I was actually 23… only for a few more weeks though.

While looking myself in the mirror, that day I realised that all the time, I had been looking at myself sectionally rather than holistically. For example, If I were to look in the mirror, I’d look only at my face, or only at my chest etc., but not as a whole. I may have had all the adult parts, however, my baby facial features were always so hard to get over. I’ve often heard people make remarks like, “when I look at her I see an 8 year old,” or, “you’re 23?! I thought you were 12!” and these people are serious trust me.

I used to think that having this child-like look was a blessing as by the time i get to 50, I’d look 40 etc.  But I see now that this look is not only deceiving to others but also to myself. Let me elaborate:

  • Everywhere I’ve moved I’ve met people who seem to have this need to protect the “delicate little flower” that is me. Hence people always fought my battles for me to my own detriment as when aloneI couldn’t adequately defend myself.
  • I would be underestimated as to my capabilities and I would in turn underestimate myself.
  • I wouldn’t be taken seriously

But as my 24th birthday fast approaches, I have vowed to myself, not to project this childlike aura I seem to do. I hate change, but change can be good. They say you enter adulthood officially at 21, well I’m sorry, but I seemed to have missed it. So on January the 5th, I’m turning 21 again, symbolically, as I’m really turning 24.

I will change my speech, the way I hold myself, My appearance, the way I think and interact with others, I will defend myself, have an opinion, stop watching so much telly go back to reading more, develop my relationship with God and view the world as my oyster, rather than a jungle to hide in.

My 24th will be my “metamorphosis,” I hasten to add, not like our Mariah. Typically, the word metamorphorsis implies an abrupt change, however, if you notice, all animals, before going through this stage spend a period of time in its previous form, preparing for that change. Likewise, I have been preparing for the occurrence, reading, planning, reflecting, and practising.

Recent events have only confirmed my need for this change and I know you’ll agree when I say it’s time I grow up! Don’t worry, my values are still the same and I have not, “turned back” or “conformed,” I hate conformity. You’ll still recognise me, I’ll just be the grown up, more responsible me that you all still love.

So please join me as I celebrate my very late blossoming into an adult or symbolically a beautiful butterfly.

sin cera


Uganda- Off we go!

The excitement was so bad I couldn’t sleep on the night of the 28th November which was the same night I packed for my trip. On the 29th, at about 9pm, I was picked up by Charles to head to Manchester. The flight wasn’t till about 6am the next morning, but to make sure we were on time, we spent the night at their friend’s house, only 3 minutes from the Airport.

When we arrived I had a headache, so went to bed as soon as I could, it must have been about midnight though.

We woke up at about 2am and got ready to go to the airport for checking in at 3am. I wasn’t very tired, but excited. The children, Bethany, and the twins Ethan and Nathan seemed wide awake, it was almost as if they knew exactly what was going on.

Off to Uganda!

After all the checking in and waiting, we finally got on the plane and took off to Amsterdam, where we changed to a Uganda Flight.

The flight was tiring, imagine travelling for 9.5 hours with 2 very active 18 month old boys. There was loads of fussing, giggling, climbing, pulling, sleeping, (not enough though), etc. Plus, the boys had to be strapped to whoever holding them for the whole trip try eating food if you can’t even put the tray down! Honestly, just as they have car seats for babies travelling in cars, can they not have “plane seats” for travelling in planes?

Enough of that though, I was too excited to sleep anyway, I was going to Africa!

Where o Where o Where is Mavia??

So my good friend Olivia told me that she’d be going home to do the traditional wedding ceremony in December- She’s from Uganda.

Map of Uganda

I’d promised her I’d go with her ages ago, but didn’t think it would’ve been so soon.

Anyway, as I’d promised, I followed through with it and bought the tickets.

All in all it was an amazing trip. Enjoyed as a member of the community and a muzungu (forrigner). There is so much more to this amazing country than the media would have you believe. If you’re feeling adventurous, take a trip sometime 😁

Celebration Service on Sabbath 18th September 2010

It’s been a while since I’ve shared anything on my blog but I’m trying my hand at, (in the words of Linknin’ Park ),”Breaking the Habit” So here goes…

Last Sabbath was amazing in so many ways. I was expecting it to be a really good day, but I did not expect it to be so Amazing!

The CoG7 Training & Conference Centre held a celebration service for their 1st year of being at the Nantwich site, which is funny, becasuse it wasn’t even meant to be a celebration service! See how God moves?

Tina prayed a prayer asking God to show up in a real way and we got stuck in. After we (the praise and worship team + our musicians Adrian, Courtney, Marcus and Andrae, (who I must say I love very much!), practiced till about 2:00am, I was up doing some last minute prep till 3:45, and finally dozed off at about 4:30am (see what excitement does to you?)

I asked God to allow me to worship on the day, forgetting there are others around and really with all my heart magnify Him. I asked for this because I thought, this is a thanksgiving service and I never really let go and give God all he is due in front of people cause I’m very, (I have to admit), self-conscious.

The morning I woke up really early to shower before anyone else, and I went down to the Chapel and looked around to make sure everything was fine and it was. The heaters were still on everything plugged in. That put my mind to rest.

When service was about to start the Devil showed up! The thing is, the guy always shows up when God is about to do something amazing and I always try to remember that when any issues arise. But in the name of Jesus, the ladies were able to sort things out as apparently the extension cords were burnt out and all the heaters went off as well as the PA equipment which the guys worked so hard to set up the morning.  That took up all the time that was assigned for morning intercessory prayer.

Then sis Sharon started service with just about 5 of us and the chapel was laid out for about 170 people. That was a bit discouraging, but I said to myself that we need to learn to worship when there is no one, because where 2 or 3 are gathered the Lord is in our midst. So we began praise and worship and we praised and worshipped until the brethren trickled in slowly.

God showed up in a real way for me and many others! I was personally blessed by Elder Comrie’s message on the midnight Cry. In your midnight (which could be in the Morning, day, or night), it’s just you and God. All the stong people who are usually around us, will be no where to be found. We need to have our bottom draw with the word stored up, for when our midnight comes and we cannot bear to read the word, or even pray.

I was encouraged by sis Shermin’s testimony of healing, by her little sons’ prayers! Proof that God can use you to do great things, no matter who you are!

Pastor Stewart blessed us with her message in the evening with her message on the same topic. She said, should you ever get a blessing from God, take it all and not half, or three quarters, take it all. She used the illustration of the tarrying of the bridegroom to encourage us not to become fools when everything seems ok. Do not drop your guard, because the enemy will swoop in and you’ll never even realise until it’s done!

Tina prayed for God to show up and he did! I prayed for the freedom to praise God and I did. It felt like I was in a world of my own on that day and I really give God thanks for that.

I give him thanks for the peole who supported us like the brethren from Manchester Church, First Born International, Shekinah Shur, Wolverhampton Church of God 7th Day, Birmingham Chrch of God 7th day, Derby Church of God 7th Day and all the others I can’t think of at the Moment, God bless you!

I thank God for all the participants, like the Praise and worship Team, the Musicians, the Speakers- Elder Comrie and Pastor Stewart, the Teacher Pastor Allen- May God continue to bless your part in His ministry and grow you from strength to strength!

The organisers of the DAy- Sis Sharon and Pastor Allen- May God see your heart for Him and bless you, keep you, encourage you, love you and pour out His spirit upon you.

The Managing Director of the CoG7 Training & onference Centre- Bro Hughie- May the grace of God continue to shine upon you in every way and May you continue to move with the vision, even though others may not catch on. May He furnish you with the gift and characteristics for the furtherment of this ministry as you continue in His will.

And may our heavenly father look down on all our lives and continue to be patient with us, love and be gracious to us as the prayer of our heart is to give ourselves wholly and completely to Him.

For those of you who weren’t there, you missed it! But that’d teach you to be there next time.

That’s all for now, till I find something else to write about!

I am my own person.

I have been thinking for some time now about why I believe what I believe. Is it because I have seen the undeniable truth about the given subject through others’ experiences? experienced it myself? Read it some where and thought, ‘Oh… that makes sense!’ or did I come to the conclusion by some  deep and extensive exploration into the subject?

After thinking about this for some time and paying attention to how I come to certain conclusions and make decisions, I have realised that I believe what I believe because of  my up bringing. I never thought through my decisions based on me and what I want to do, I only did what I knew was expected of me.

This was not a bad thing as it cut down drastically on getting into trouble, however, I found that I could not defend me and my reasoning, because there was none, I also found that I did not have my own personality, our opinions on things. If someone would ask me about my thoughts on some controversial topic, boy, would I be torn. Therefore I made myself invisible. I figured, if I’m not noticed, I won’t be asked uncomfortable questions and people will have no reason to find me out. Not a good place to be.

Fast forward to the present, I have grown somewhat. As a result, I live by new rules. Those include only doing what I feel is right through God’s guidance and feel pressed to do, not on other people’s expectations of me.

After all, though we are one in the body of Christ, It is our individual talents and being that help us work so well together. This way I can defend what I believe and maybe bring someone to my way of think for once.

Think about it

Some time ago, my friends and I were having a very rare moment where I was concerned. Holed up in my bedroom, we had a very frank and open conversation about ourselves (i really need a trophy for this guys!) and the question came up, ‘Who would you be if you weren’t a christian?’

There was a slight pause and somebody laughed. Being the poser of the question, I took the bold step- and I mean bold- and answered first.

‘If I weren’t a christian I’d be a goth. Complete with piercings and tattoos, skulls and dark clothing, trying  out any and everything just for the fun of it.’

As you can imagine, they were shocked as a goth was the last thing they expected. Completely out of my character.

I had thought about this before as any other young person tempted toforget about God and just enjoy life, no boundaries because it’s just too hard. Asking myself the question, that’s what I came up with. Comparing my life as a goth and as a christian, I realised that I would be much happier and successful as it is now.

I have a father always watching out for me and working in my favour all i have to do in return is love and obey him. don’t get me wrong, it isn’t the easier way to go, but the better one.

Who would you be?

Get Over Yourself!


Clarity amid the haze...

The nerve of some people really gets to me. How dare you turn your nose up at what comes as a life saver to some people? So you live in a wall house, you have a flushing toilet, you eat meat everyday with three square meals, you drive a car and have the latest mobile phones so what?

Some people can hardly afford to eat, some people, as soon as they get the pay cheque, that’s it! Kiss it goodbye. It pays the rent, barely the bills with nothing left over. But by the grace of God they survive. I survive.

I thank you Lord for the lifts I get from the people around me saving £10.80 every week. I thank you Lord for my house, it may not be exactly the one I imagined, but it saves me money I can pay the bills. I thank you for the people you surround me with, loving, and more worried about each other than themselves. I thank you Lord for the food I get for free, saving me on shopping every week. So what it’s not what I like, so what it’s expired? It’s been a while…I’m not dead, I’m not sick; I’ve even put on some weight!  You may call it rubbish and insult it, but I call it God’s own provision and I gladly welcome it.


So forget you and your pride. Forget you and your jeers at my unfortunate situation. Because at the end of the day, I may not have your material or financial wealth, but I’m a lot happier than you!


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