🎤 If You’re Wondering If God Still Wants You… ---

🎤 “If You’re Wondering If God Still Wants You…”

 If you think you have to be perfect to come to God…

Don’t wait.

Don’t wait until your prayers sound poetic,

Or until your worship playlist has no skips.

Come as you are—

Even if your Bible app hasn’t been opened since last month,

And your last prayer was just, “God, help.”

If you’ve messed up again—

Don’t think grace gave up on you.

Grace doesn’t walk away like people do.

Grace stays.

Grace says, “Let’s try again.”

If your walk with God feels like a rollercoaster,

One day you’re on fire,

Next day, you’re in your feelings,

Watching Christian TikToks with a bag of chips and a guilty heart…

That doesn’t disqualify you.

It makes you human.

And God knew that when He called you.

Don’t think He only uses the strong.

He used Moses—a stutterer.

He used Peter—an impulsive hothead.

He used Paul—a former persecutor.

And He can use you—

Even if you forgot to finish that Bible-in-a-year plan… again.

He’s not waiting on perfection.

He’s just waiting on your honesty.

Bring the ugly cry.

Bring the doubts.

Bring the “I’m tired” prayer that barely has words.

Because real faith isn’t loud.

Sometimes it just whispers,

“I’m still here.”

So stop thinking you’re too far.

The cross already closed the gap.

Your shame isn’t stronger than His mercy.

Your history doesn’t cancel your destiny.

> Some of you are waiting to feel worthy.

But hear this:

You won’t always feel qualified.

But you’re still called.

And if you’re still breathing—

God’s not done.

Laugh at yourself sometimes.

Cry when you need to.

Worship even when you don’t feel it.

And keep walking.

You’re growing.

You’re healing.

You’re still His.

 And if you needed a sign to keep going—

This is it.

If you needed someone to say,

“God still wants you”

I just did.

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> So yes.

Even now.

Even after all that.

He still wants you.

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🎤 Jesus, You Sure You Want Me?

🎤 “Jesus, You Sure You Want Me?”

They told me I should pray with big words.

Like “Hallelujah,” “Sovereign,” and “Thy will be done.”

But all I had was,

“God… I messed up. Again.”

They told me to worship with clean hands—

But mine?

Still got dirt under the fingernails of bad habits.

> And I laughed—

Because You’re holy, and I’m…

Well, let’s just say I’m the guy who tried to fast

and lasted ‘til 10:37 AM

when the smell of my mom’s jollof rice broke every chain.

> I’m the one who falls asleep mid-prayer

and wakes up like,

“Wait… where did I leave off? Was I talking about my job or asking for a wife?”

> But You—

You never rolled Your eyes.

You didn’t unfriend me.

You didn’t wait for me to glow-up spiritually.

> You sat in my mess.

In my doubt.

In my overthinking, over-worrying, over-complicating-everything self.

> You whispered,

“I’m not afraid of your shadows.

I’ll walk through your midnight until we find morning.”

> And man…

That moved something in me.

> ‘Cause I thought grace had a limit.

I thought joy was a myth.

I thought calling was for the chosen—and I was barely called to answer texts.

> But You called me.

Not the fake version. Not the Instagram-filtered, Bible-verse-in-the-caption me.

The real me.

The one who still wrestles with bitterness.

The one who’s still learning how to forgive Dad.

The one who smiles in public but cries in the shower.

> And somehow… You weren’t scared.

> You saw my anxiety and said, “Peace.”

You saw my past and said, “Still worthy.”

You saw my scars and said, “Let’s make this art.”

(Pause. Then lighter tone.)

> And yo—

Let’s talk about how You got jokes too!

Like when I said, “God, I’m ready!”

And You said, “Nope. Still cooking. Sit down.”

Or when I tried to run, and You tripped me with a Bible verse.

Or when I finally gave You my heart—

and You said, “About time. I’ve been holding the pieces.”

(Back to passionate tone)

> Jesus, You sure You want me?

> This cracked, chaotic, coffee-addicted child of yours?

> And still, You say yes.

Again.

And again.

And again.

> That kind of love—

It wrecks me.

Builds me.

Transforms me.

> So now I don’t perform.

I don’t pretend.

I just stand here—real, broken, laughing, crying—

and say:

> “Thank You. I’m Yours.”

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Take Me There

Take me there 

Take Me There

Close the door.

Let the world fade.

It’s just you… and the heat you made.

Eyes lock—no words.

Only breath and skin.

Your hands say, "I know where you've been."

Fingertips slow, like dripping wine,

Tracing paths that blur the line

Between what's yours… and what’s now mine.

You lift my chin—

No need to speak.

Your mouth writes poems across my cheek.

Pull me close.

No space, no light.

Just heartbeats wrestling with the night.

Slide in deep, not just your flesh—

But soul and sound and silken mesh.

Each stroke, a whisper: “More,” I plead.

You give, you take, you feed the need.

My nails, your back.

Your grip, my thighs.

A rhythm lost in moans and sighs.

I fall apart—

But you hold tight.

Guiding me through waves of white.

I lose my name.

Forget the day.

You break me sweetly, every way.

So take me there,

Where fire flows—

Where every scream is one that knows:

This isn’t play.

This isn’t show.

This is deep.

And real.

And slow.

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I Didn't Give Up.

I Didn’t Give Up

I’ve been broken.

I’ve cried behind closed doors where no one could see me.

I’ve questioned my worth, my strength, my very place in this world.

The whys and when's

Of my new being, all keep whispering to me

There were days when I woke up and didn’t feel like trying. Days when I looked in the mirror and couldn’t recognize who I was becoming. I’ve been laughed at, underestimated, counted out… even by people I loved. I know what it feels like to fail. To fall. To feel forgotten.

But I’m still here.

I didn’t give up.

I Know what it means to be deceived or scammed 

I kept moving, even when my legs were shaking.

I kept believing, even when doubt screamed louder than hope.

I kept breathing, even when it felt like the air was too heavy to carry.

Because something inside me refused to let go.

Something small—but powerful—whispered: "You were made for more."

Mother can only tell it all

Mother can only speak of it to those who have never been there 

So sometimes, that thing in me, made me to stand up 

Write and rewrite the poems, the stories I do tell

And maybe you’ve felt this too.

Maybe you're standing at the edge, wondering if you can keep going.

Let me be the voice that tells you: Yes, you can.

You can rise from pain.

You can rewrite your story.

You can become everything they said you couldn’t.

I am living proof that storms do pass. That hearts do heal. That broken wings do fly again.

So when you feel like giving up—remember me. Remember this moment.

And tell yourself: If they made it through, so can I.

Because I didn’t give up.

And neither will you.

(The voice behind this work is your good conscience)

I love you all...

Mom is always my love...

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Born for more.

You Were Born for More"

Good [morning/afternoon/evening] everyone,

I want you to take a moment right now and breathe. Yes—deep in, and out. Let it remind you that you are here. Alive. Present. That alone is powerful.

You see, life doesn’t hand us a perfect script. There are no guarantees. No shortcuts. No promises. But what life does offer… is opportunity. Every single day we wake up, we are handed a blank page. And the pen is in your hand. The question is—what will you write?

Some of you may feel stuck. Some of you may feel behind. Maybe you’re carrying doubt, pain, or the weight of what others said you could never be. But let me tell you something: you are not your past. You are not the mistakes, not the setbacks, and not the opinions of those who gave up on themselves long ago.

You have greatness in you.

Yes—you. Not the person next to you. Not the person on social media. You.

You were born with dreams that matter. Ideas that count. A voice that deserves to be heard. It doesn't matter where you started. What matters is that you start. Start believing. Start moving. Start building. Because progress doesn't come from perfection—it comes from persistence.

When life pushes you down—and it will—you don’t stay down. You get up. Every time. With more fire. More faith. More fight.

We keep to walk to our destination, until we get there, we can't stop to survive 

The world doesn’t need another copy. The world needs you—your story, your struggle, your success. So speak up. Stand tall. Work hard. And never, ever stop.

Because you were born for more.

Thank you.

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Why the Strengthening Cedi is Good News for Every Ghanaian

PRESS RELEASE

For Immediate Release

Date: June 3rd, 25

Why the Strengthening Cedi is Good News for Every Ghanaian

Lilbed Wordweave Offers Clarity and Confidence in Ghana's Economic Progress

Accra, Ghana — As the Ghanaian cedi shows signs of gaining strength against the US dollar, many citizens are seeking to understand what this means for their daily lives and future. At Lilbed Wordweave, we believe in empowering the public through clear communication and responsible storytelling. Here are key reasons why Ghanaians should welcome this positive economic trend:

1. Lower Prices for Imported Goods

A stronger cedi means that Ghana can purchase more dollars with less local currency. This directly reduces the cost of importing goods, including essential items such as fuel, food products, medicines, electronics, and spare parts. As import costs fall, local prices are expected to stabilize or even drop, making life more affordable for the average Ghanaian.

2. Increased Investor Confidence

When a nation's currency strengthens, it sends a signal of growing economic stability and sound fiscal management. This boosts investor confidence—both domestic and foreign—which can lead to more business investments, job creation, and economic opportunities across the country.

3. Improved National Debt Outlook

Ghana’s debt repayments, especially those denominated in US dollars, become less burdensome when the cedi gains value. This can help the government reduce its external debt pressures and redirect funds into development projects like infrastructure, education, and healthcare.

Stay Confident, Stay Informed

While currency trends can shift due to global and local factors, this moment is a reminder that with prudent policy and public support, Ghana’s economy can chart a stronger course. Lilbed Wordweave encourages all Ghanaians to stay informed and hopeful. Economic recovery is a process—and together, we are making progress.

Contact:

Lilbed Wordweave Communications

Email: obedyadzo01@gmail.com

Website: http://obedyadzo01.blogspot.com

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