#osahenomafavourmoses
Dear Someone,
I don't know your name yet,
but I have been writing to you for years.
I have been saving conversations in my chest
for a person whose number I don't have.
Rehearsing laughter with someone
who hasn't arrived.
I want a friend who texts first.
Not because I reminded them,
not because they needed something,
just because my name crossed their mind
and they let it.
I want someone who greets me
before I reach for my phone.
Who asks "how are you"
and actually waits for the answer.
Someone who stands behind me
not to watch me fall
but to catch when I fall.
Who counsels me when I am wrong
without making me feel small for being wrong.
Who sits with me in my helpless hours
and doesn't call it a burden.
I have met people.
Many people.
But meeting is not the same as finding.
They came close,
close enough to learn my name,
not close enough to learn my silence.
So I keep writing to you, Someone.
Not because I am lonely,
But because there is a kind of fullness
that only arrives when you are truly known
by another living soul.
Your kind is rare.
I know that now.
Not extinct — just rare.
Like patience. Like honesty.
Like a friend who stays
when staying costs them something.
So wherever you are,
still becoming, still being shaped,
still finding your own way to me.
Take your time.
I am not going anywhere.
I will be here,
practising what it means to be
the kind of friend
I have been writing to.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:04 PM UTC
God’s voice isn’t always loud,
sometimes he speaks inside of you.
That still, small voice that nudges,
convicts, comforts, or warns.
It is a personal dialogue between soul and Savior.
Your conscience is God’s courtroom in your heart.
It judges the choices,
reflects His law written within.
Ignore it, and peace slips away.
Listen, and you’ll find guidance.
But conscience alone needs training,
fed by the Word, sharpened by truth,
or it becomes a confused echo.
So honor your conscience,
but don’t let it stand alone,
let Scripture be the lamp it follows.
— Osahenoma writes ✍️✍️
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
God doesn’t only speak through thunder.
Sometimes, His voice walks in skin.
Not every man with a mic carries a message,
but the ones filled with heaven’s breath,
That teaches the undiluted Word of God.
He speaks through mouths surrendered,
voices broken before they were bold,
those who carry His Word, not their ego.
He warns through prophets,
He teaches through shepherds,
He comforts through counselors.
But test every voice.
Because not every pulpit echoes heaven.
Truth doesn’t shout the loudest,
it whisper but people often reject it.
So listen,
but filter every voice through the Word.
God still speaks through men,
but He never contradicts Himself.
Osahenoma writes ✍️
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
God’s voice is not absent,
We sometimes fail to notice his presence.
His Word does not always come like a flood,
sometimes, His Word drops soft,
like morning dew on a thirsty soul.
His tone is etched in ancient pages.
He speaks when you look into the Word,
not like a book,
but like a mirror that stares back,
revealing the truth about you.
The Bible is not mute.
It’s a mouth waiting to be opened.
We think hearing is enough.
But obedience…
obedience is the only ear faith has.
Osahenoma writes ✍️
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC