It was time for our regular family's morning devotion, and as always, I had to motivate myself to get up from my bed cause I didn't want my mum knocking tirelessly on my door in a bid to wake me up. No, don't judge me please, I'm far from perfect, and yes, I love my morning naps. Getting up for anything in the morning requires a lot of self motivation for me😂. Anyways, I got up, rumbled a few words; "thank you Jesus for this morning" and made my way to the living room. My father began leading the devotion, first with a session of worship songs, a session of the word and then our daily devotional manual. Now, if it will interest you to know guys, I was sleeping all through this process. I mean from the praise and worship, to the teaching of the word. I was so engrossed in my sleep when I suddenly heard my father call my name, with a stern question flowing from his lips... "Oore, What did Jesus do when Peter struck the high priest's servant's
A little girl with a slow-release to calm your spirits.