Soaring on the Wings of Faith

Happy Birthday Olabisi!!!

It’s been a while. A long while. I think I’ve been off for about three months now, and honestly, I’m just glad to be here again. I’m praying for the strength to keep showing up, to keep writing, to keep sharing. I really want to be intentional about putting things out here more often, and I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone who has stuck around.

I know quite a number of people reached out to me personally, asking if I had abandoned the blog, and honestly, I didn’t even know what to say. Not everyone knew where I was mentally and emotionally, and I wasn’t really in a place to start explaining. I also didn’t want to burden anyone with my story. I remember my last post felt really heavy, so heavy that I eventually had to take it down. If you’re looking for it, you won’t find it on the blog anymore—unless you have the email notification. I just needed some time off.

But here we are. And today? It’s my birthday!!!

I am so, so grateful to be alive. I don’t take it for granted one bit. Because just last week, I was on a sick bed. If I’m being honest, the devil has really been toying with my health in recent times, but I thank God because I know healing is already part of my redemptive package. “He Himself took our infirmities and bore our sicknesses.” (Matthew 8:17) It’s not something I have to beg for—it’s something that’s already mine, something I’m stepping into.

But last week? Last week was tough. I was reading through my chat history and I saw some of the things I said while I was in the hospital, and I just kept saying, “Life is going out of me.” And that was exactly how it felt. Like life was draining from me. Even the doctors were shaken. I remember walking into the hospital, doing some tests, and when the results came out, the doctor just stared at me in shock. He couldn’t understand how I was still standing, still talking. He kept saying, “You shouldn’t even be conscious right now.” And I remember thinking, “Well, God is my strength. That’s the only explanation.”

Now, here I am, writing this. That’s a miracle in itself. I won’t lie, there’s still a lot I have to do for my health. Some things depend on me—medications, lifestyle changes, adjustments I need to make. And sometimes, that reality feels overwhelming. Like the weight of it all is resting on my shoulders. But I’m trusting God to help me through it.

And I’m just thankful. Thankful that my pictures are not going around for an obituary. That instead of people posting “Gone too soon,” they’re posting “Happy Birthday!” This year, this birthday, it means something different to me. It’s a reminder that I’m still here. I’m still standing. I’m still fighting. And God is not done with me yet.

There is one message I feel strongly in my spirit today—a word to myself, a word over my life; “But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)

This year, I will not be weary. My strength is renewed daily. I walk in divine health. I run my race with grace and ease. The burdens that once felt too heavy for me are lifted by Your power. I enter into rest. I enter into a season of undeniable favor, of supernatural acceleration, of open doors I didn’t even knock on. This year, I move in divine speed. This year, I walk in the fullness of all that God has for me. No more delays. No more stagnation. No more unnecessary battles. I soar—above obstacles, above distractions, above the noise of doubt. The wind of the Spirit carries me forward, and there is no stopping me. I am soaring on the wings of faith.

Thank You, Jesus. And Happy Birthday to Me!!!

Here’s to more life, more grace, and more testimonies.