In this book, Ravi tells the story of Isaac and Rebekah in a way that brings to spotlight all the tiny details we often miss and brings it home as it applies to our modern age.
Philly was worried. His mother was diagnosed with cancer and was scheduled for chemotherapy in some weeks. He desperately wanted to be back home to stay with her but it was almost impossible. His exams were close and he couldn’t afford to travel. He spoke with her everyday on Skype but nothing compared to being …
Though Kamsi thought he would wear an Armani suit with a red tie and matching black shoes as the guy in her fantasy world. She excused him saying he must have wanted to keep it simple. She knew that she would still collect the ring once he gets on one knee and pops up the big question, whether he wore Armani or Aba.
There is barely any human being who doesn’t have wishes, desires and dreams. Everybody does but the only thing that differentiates us is that some put their hands to work while others sit around and just…wish. Sometimes we voice our wishes, we say things like “I wish I was working in so and so company”, …
Kamsi concluded that all the things she wanted in a husband would never be found in a Pastor. She still couldn’t understand how Chiagozie, a helpless romantic would agree to marry Pastor Elijah. She concluded he must have used his anointing to intimidate and cajole her into the marriage. He most likely would have told her that God told him to marry her. Nobody would ever do that to her. Never!
There was a time in my life when I was at the brink of a breakdown. 24 hours were not enough for me at all. The day would end and I would still have so much to do. I felt I needed more hours added to my day but because I knew it wasn’t possible I felt I needed a Personal Assistant, small me (lol). But seriously, I considered getting one just to keep my sanity.
He was nothing like her dream man and besides she already imagined that her dream man would not ask her out on their first meeting. It would be a normal ‘Hello-Hy’ meeting after which they would part and then by what she likes to call ‘divine coincedence’, they would meet again after a week or two and a spark would fly through her stomach