Hephzibah's Diary

I recently saw a video of a skitmaker who was screaming, shouting, and going over the moon because a famous Nigerian musician, Davido, called his name and took him on stage in front of thousands of people. I could see the excitement in his face with the way he spoke about it, and according to him, that was the biggest achievement of his lifetime. He even went on the street, screaming and removing his clothes on the street like a crazy person, or I guess he was just excited about it. While I love that for him, I cannot help but wonder if we as people revere God as much as we do celebrities. Lemme ask in another way: do we as Christians revere God as much as we do our pastors and the people we like? Do we feel this much excitement about God?  Here is a man going all crazy with excitement because a celebrity mentioned his name, but what about the Creator of the Universe, who, according to Isaiah 43 verse 1, knows your name personally, formed you in your mother's womb, and has called y...

I have a thing for watching uninteresting movies and clips. Do you know those narrated or acted Reel-short stories on Facebook and Instagram with terrible acting and storylines? Do you know those humanoid cat stories on Instagram? I will keep rolling my eyes and complaining, but I will still watch them 😅. In the same vein, sometimes, if I start a movie on a streaming platform like Netflix or Hulu and I don't like the story, I will still prefer to watch it till the end instead of stopping the movie midway. In my mind, I am like, "I know it's terrible, but I want to see how terribly it ends." I watched a series on Netflix recently titled The Good Place. When I started it, I really didn't like the portrayal of the utopian heaven-like paradise, but I don't quit on movies or series, so I kept on watching.  One aspect of the series that really stood out to me was when they found out no one had been to heaven in over 500 years because the system rewards people based...

On Thursday, I was supposed to go to a small group with a friend. All dressed up, I stepped out and tried opening the door of my car with the automatic key, and it would not work. Then I tried it the traditional way and stepped into the car, but the car wouldn't start. I was not sure what to do and started panicking a bit. The last time my car wouldn't start, it had a starter problem, and I had to pay a lot to fix it. This time, I was hoping and praying it wasn't a starter problem again. I reached out to a friend who told me to hold off on contacting the mechanic as it could be a dead battery problem. The friend promised to come to check it and jumpstart it in case it was a dead battery problem, so I wouldn't have to pay exorbitant fees to the mechanic. After a few hours, my friend did come with jumper cables and a working vehicle that didn’t have a dead battery 😅, and confirmed it was a dead battery. At first, the jumper cables couldn't reach my car as there were ...

It's been a while since I wrote on this blog, and that's because I have basically been too embarrassed to write anything here. I didn't feel worthy of being the writer of this blog. This is because I told a lie to some people, and I felt like the lie was justified and necessary. I even talked to a few friends about this lie, the reason I told it, and the concept of a white lie. They mentioned that they understood but would still advise me to pray about it and ask God for forgiveness.  I did pray about it, but day in and day out, I kept being consumed by guilt, and my conscience would not let me rest. But do you know the worst thing about telling a lie? being caught in a lie, and yes, I was caught in the lie. I felt so bad; I cried for days and didn't eat for days. I felt like disappearing; I wish I could rewind time and make it all better. I felt very unworthy of my friends, people who look up to me, and even of you reading this blog. I overthink a lot, and at some poin...