A Second Chance ?

   

Grace. Gratitude.Growth.

      It’s been a while since my last blog post. For a moment, I felt like I lost my touch. I didn’t just want to write — I wanted to connect. I wanted my words to feel authentic, relatable, and real.

The first quarter of the year? Honestly, it was amazing. I’m so proud of myself. But then came April — the start of Q2 — and it wasn’t so rosy. In fact, it had more downs than ups. Or so I thought… because by the end of this post, I think you’ll agree it was all working for my good.

I had just moved to a new city and completed a major milestone in my life. I was homesick, tired, and in need of a break. I finally went home to recharge, but the trip turned out to be exhausting. When I returned to Lagos, I just wanted to settle back in and find my rhythm again — but life had other plans.

I fell sick. At first, I didn’t think it was serious. Until I landed in the hospital with two drips, injections, and pain I’d never experienced before. I was scared. I had never been that sick in my life. When the test results came in, they showed it was worse than I expected. I cried. I just wanted a break. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or even drink water. Doing it all alone made it ten times harder. All I wanted was my mum’s pepper soup.

She was freaking out too — I mean, me? This sick? It was the worst week of my life. I kept declaring God’s word over my life. And at one point, I said, “God, I won’t cry anymore. I’m not sick.” I was just tired. But somehow, that shift in spirit changed everything.

God showed up. My recovery happened fast. The day I could finally taste my food again, it felt like I was tasting food for the first time. I was overwhelmed with gratitude. I got back to work, taking things one day at a time — a girl’s gotta get paid too. But something deeper shifted. I felt like I had been given a second chance at life. I knew there was purpose in the pain, even though I couldn’t fully see it yet.

Then, during prayer one day, God led me to Ecclesiastes 11 & 12 — scriptures I had never read before, but they hit me hard. Later that evening, during my prayers again, He led me to Psalm 71, and I knew it was confirmation.

     These chapters connect in a beautiful way:

Ecclesiastes 11–12 is a bold call to live intentionally — to start early, live fully, give freely, and remember God and place him at the center of your life while we’re young. It reminds us not to let fear stop us from acting. To move knowing that God is backing us so we can’t fail.

Psalm 71 is the testimony of someone who lived that way — a person who has walked with God through all stages of life and still has strength, purpose, and praise in old age.

Together, they painted a picture of the life I wanted. One where God is at the center. One lived intentionally. Freely. Genuinely. With God right by my side.

          So yes, I cried — because I was overwhelmed. I hadn’t figured out my life, my career, or my future. Falling ill felt like the final straw. But the very next morning, I woke up with so much zeal. I wanted to live. Really live — for God and for myself. Do the things I love. Be me — fully and freely. Not watered down. Not living for others.

I told my sister, and she said I sounded different. I told her, “Falling sick made me appreciate life more.” 

It felt like God pressed the reset button in my life 

God is sweet fr.

Because what happened next shook me. I had been praying about something that meant a lot for my future. Then, out of nowhere, clarity came. Everything just started making sense. Since then, my life has been changing in the best way.

There’s a quote from a pastor I listen to that stuck with me:

“Other people’s destinies are connected to our purpose.”

When we walk in purpose, we help and heal generations.

So I’m choosing me. Choosing to show up — not perfectly, but truthfully. Because someone out there needs to see this. Needs to know that it really does work out. That it’s okay not to have everything figured out. That when you put God first and stay open to growth, the pieces come together.

There will be days you sit and question everything. But it’s okay. It’s okay to be different. It’s okay not to fit in. You’re not of this world anyway — you’re a child of God. So you’re not bound by the systems of this world.

You will make it.

Why? Because Psalm 92:12-15 says:

“The righteous will flourish like a palm tree… they will still bear fruit in old age, and show that God is upright.”

If there’s anything I’ve learned from my journey so far, imperfections and all, it’s this: You can’t fail — not with God.

I’m a living testimony of God’s goodness!

 (Yes, imagine me shouting this from a rooftop LOL)

God gave me another chance — and this time, I’m living it intentionally, with Him right by my side, as always. Proverbs 14:18.

If you’ve ever felt like life knocked the wind out of you — I hope this reminds you that healing is possible, purpose is waiting, and you’re never alone.

Side note:

Don’t chase success. Success isn’t pursued — it’s attracted by who you become.

Change your identity, and you’ll attract what’s meant for you.

-Napoleon Hill. 

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