Count Your Blessings Name Them One By One
Seated on a wooden rocking chair inherited by the previous owners of the house, my mother sat rocking and cleaning canda, cow skin, for the eru that she was going to prepare to be devoured with waterfufu, a traditional Cameroonian meal. My mother is the sweetest and most genuine person you will meet. I believe there are pure people out there because she has modeled a woman who is principled my entire life. She has displayed righteous anger and I've seen her take care to honor God with her life. I would be a liar if I said her faith professed and lived were contrary to one another. When I came to faith in the university, one of the truths I professed was my mother had always been a clear example of a woman who longed for God. If I began to count my blessings, my mother's presence in my life would leave me thanking God for an inordinate amount of time. I thank God that He would give her perfect health, persistent diligence and a love for an imperfect daughter, me. I have truly se...