Little Pieces

In a society that shines so much light on the struggles of the first child, yet barely acknowledges those of the last. I’m going to talk about it. To be the last child is no small thing. You grow up learning to seek permission before doing almost anything. You live with the fear of being criticized by everyone because you were surrounded by people older than you—people whose voices always seemed to matter more. It becomes hard to express your opinions without the fear of being reprimanded or silenced. So you over-explain. Again and again. Just to prove your point. Just to be heard. Because being the youngest has taught you that the advice of the oldest always deserves a seat at the table… while yours struggles for even half a listening ear. You grow up afraid of getting things wrong. Because to you, failure doesn’t just feel like a mistake—it feels like an invitation for criticism. And even when you step into the real world, even as an adult, that fear lingers. “...

Lately, I have had zero zeal to pray or even get out of bed. I just want to sleep in or be on my phone all day. And let me be honest, it feels comfortable. It feels safe, but the impact? The impact is terrible. I have been very impatient lately—complaining, using careless words, and having very little self-control. And I hate it. But I don’t yet hate it enough to want to change—to put in the effort to quit being spiritually complacent. So, I’m making the effort to change that today, devoting more time to prayer and making Jesus known. This is your sign to stop being spiritually complacent and do the difficult things that will build your faith and bring you closer to God. Maybe we both need to pray and fast more. Nonetheless, I can assure you that it’s going to be heart-wrenchingly uncomfortable , but it will be worth it. Let’s build our faith together and make Jesus known to the ends of the earth.

It’s Saturday night, and everything is starting to feel surreal. It’s been a hectic week, filled with endless to-do lists, that I almost forgot today marks the eve of your resurrection. Thank you to the person on my contact list who shared an image with a soft, ethereal song on her status that reminded me of what you did for me. My sweet love, you chose to die for me even before my mum birthed me. You called me yours. You called me chosen. You said I am forgiven. Oh, how I love you. How you make me want to cry my heart out. How you make me want to write a thousand notes just for you. I love you so dearly, my sweet Jesus. Earth is beautiful because of you. The sun shines because of your radiating light. I cannot fully comprehend the depth of your love. For now, I know in part—but one day, I shall know fully, just as I am fully known by you, my lover. Keep being the Love of the world that you are, Jesus. We are so proud of you. Happy Resurrection Eve, my love. Much love, Your...

I’m honestly tired of how sexualized music and movies have become. Almost all the time, it’s so hard to find something decent—something inspiring, something that actually teaches or adds value—without unnecessary sexual content being pushed into it. It’s exhausting. Why does everything have to revolve around sex? Can we have love songs that are actually about love? Something genuine. Something pure. Something real. I want to watch and listen to things that leave me better than I was—not empty, not distracted, not overstimulated. The entertainment industry really needs to do better. We need more content that reflects real love, real experiences, and real values. What exactly are we feeding the next generation? We need more wisdom-filled, Christ-centered movies and music that truly impact lives—and still hits. For real. T for thanks 🤍

I saw my friend do this and felt inspired, so here’s a little rundown of how my 2025 went: This year, I grew closer to God. I wrote, designed, and self-published my first ebook called  Teens Need Emotional Support . I started a faith-based podcast —  Little Pieces Podcast  now streaming on YouTube and Spotify. I healed from a lot of emotional trauma. I read 4–5 books ( which is wild because I used to hate reading ). I took content creation 10x more seriously and began building my personal brand on TikTok, growing to 90+ followers and a community I lovingly call Little Angels. I took my health seriously after dealing with excruciating ulcer symptoms. I committed to self-improvement — learning how to speak better and elevating my fashion style. After waiting over two years, I finally gained admission into the university. This year, I fell in love with myself — no longer seeking my relevance in people. I met so many amazing individuals who have impacted my ...

“Ada, hurry and fetch water. Clean the house. Wash the toilet. Do the dishes. And make sure you always wear a smile. Never be ungrateful. Be humble. Ada, always respect your elders. Obey your parents.” Ada do this. Ada do that. Until one day, Ada faints from burnout.  Until she grows weary of labor that is never appreciated. Until pain becomes familiar. Until she becomes numb, selfish, and nonchalant. But who will care?  The blame will still rest on Ada. “Ada must always do everything she is instructed to do. She must never complain. She must never let a tear fall.” Omo, Ada is tired. Ada needs love that isn’t a paycheck for the work she completes. Ada needs encouragement for trying, not just correction for failing. So that Ada does not grow weary and lean. Dear girl child, you are a superhero. I know that sometimes society sees you as a powerhouse—one that should never run low—but you are human. The responsibilities tied to being a woman—from household chores to c...

I know how it feels to care too much. I live it every day. I try to become this unrealistic, flawless version of myself for people. I overwork myself, carrying every burden thrown my way—like lifting 100 pounds of dumbbells with one finger. I worry about being successful in everything: life, academics, even relationships. But I’m gradually realizing that I need to choose myself too. I need to make time for myself. And it’s not selfishness—it’s wisdom. Because imagine spending 24 hours every single day doing and being what everyone wants you to be. I say this to myself more often than is healthy: “I’m supposed to get it right. I’m not supposed to fail.” I keep trying to be what I think I’m supposed to be, but life is far bigger than that. What will I say to God when I get to Heaven? “I did everything people said I was supposed to do?” And He responds, “That’s not what I asked you to do.” Then what becomes of all those years spent trying to be everything for everyone? Let ...

Sometimes I wonder if I’m in a different time zone. It feels like before I even wake up to check my phone, someone has already built a house in less than twenty seconds. I take a few steps, and someone else is already campaigning for the Presidency. I’m still standing in my pink PJs, trying to get my life together and decide what my next meal will be, and then I get a text saying everyone is moving to Dubai. Literally. As if that isn’t enough pressure on my neck for the entire week, I still have a truckload of to-do lists waiting to be ticked off. That’s what life has been looking like lately. Between the heap of tasks I need to complete, the values I have to uphold, and the boundaries I must set for the sake of my sanity, waves of to-dos keep coming—renewing every six seconds. Sometimes I genuinely wonder if people have the same twenty-four hours in a day that I do. Like, how are you online 24/7 and still traveling across five different continents at the same time? And as ...

I've stood strong; you could have sworn I never felt hurt. I laughed at your unruly jokes— I was never that predictable. I could lift your heavy burdens, carry them with mine, with my face glittering like gold and my heart pale as a doe. You could have sworn I was numb— numb to all the feelings and pain. I wore smiles like my favorite color; it hid all the hurt and pain. You thought I had no burdens; you gave me yours to bear. Self-doubt, anxiety, and fear echoed in pride. I've had to withstand many arrows with unruly grins, paired with sunglasses and suits. I'm stronger than I look— not in pretence or aggression, but in tears written with ink, enough to paint the globe. ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share with a friend who needs it too. 💌   ✨ For more Faith-based content & digital resources: 💚[Selar Store –  https://selar.com/m/little-pieces1 ] 🎙️ [Little Pieces Podcast on YouTube]  https://...

Stiffened laughter— I thought I was funny. Yapping a little too much, tapping myself to be me. The silent uproar, battling me versus me. Learning not to lose myself in the stormy waters. Learning not to give in to desperation, the fear of missing out. I know who I am; I am not minuscule. I am relevant. I add value wherever I go. I don't chase; I attract. ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share with a friend who needs it too. 💌   ✨ For more Faith-based content & digital resources: 💚[Selar Store –  https://selar.com/m/little-pieces1 ] 🎙️ [Little Pieces Podcast on YouTube]  https://youtube.com/@LittlePiecesPodcast 📌 [Follow me on TikTok]  https://tiktok.com/@mercy-ojukwu Leave a comment and subscribe to stay updated on new posts, resources & encouragement.✨

That moment you walk into a new place, Filled with excitement and hope, Anticipating to see that person you only saw on screens. Thrilled with faith and fear, Trembling with excitement and hope— You haven't had a crush on anyone in decades. But the day you came here, You couldn't stop thinking of him. You fought your feelings like fire, Rebuked them to burn in fire. You skip a heartbeat at the sight of him. Oh, how you desire to bury those feelings in dust. If only emotions could be swept off like sand. You pray for the butterflies you feel to fly away— Like chaff, they should fade away. This isn't like you. You are always focused and upright; You forget you could ever feel. Emotions feel unreal. Let desire not turn to obsession. Let quest not turn to conquest. ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share with a friend who needs it too. 💌   ✨ For more Faith-based content & digital resources: 💚[Selar Store –  htt...

2024 was the year I completely broke down. It was my hardest season—anxiety, spiritual warfare, tears almost every day. I felt alone, confused, and constantly overwhelmed. Sometimes I wanted to disappear and hide from everything. But even in the chaos, I held on to one thing: hope. Jesus kept reminding me that my pain would one day become a testimony. As 2025 approached, I was scared it would be a repeat of everything I had already suffered. Worry stole all my joy and made everything feel heavier than it already was. Still, I kept praying, fasting, and trusting that God would change my situation. Then in February 2025, something shifted. I finally surrendered everything—my fears, my future, my disappointments. And the moment I let go, God filled me with a peace that didn’t even make sense. I realized worry doesn’t fix anything. It only steals the joy of the moment. God wasn’t done with my story until it became good. He turned my tears into joy and my fear into peace. And this is my tes...

I used to struggle with constant negative thoughts. They overwhelmed and drained me. No matter how hard I tried, the cycle kept repeating. I prayed about it, but I still didn’t know how to break free. I honestly felt like I was losing control of my own mind… until one night, something shifted. While scrolling through TikTok, I found a Christian creator named ChristAdvice. She shared how she overcame negative thoughts by speaking God’s Word over her life. She mentioned a scripture that hit me deeply:  “…take every thought captive to obey Christ.” — 2 Corinthians 10:5 In that moment, I realized those negative thoughts weren’t from God—and they didn’t have the final say. I began speaking that scripture out loud, and instantly I felt peace wash over me. The fear, shame, and pressure lifted. It was like breathing fresh air after being underwater. I learned something powerful: The enemy will try to use your own thoughts against you, but you can fight back with God’s Word. So now, wheneve...

For the longest time, I thought writing was only for the “special” people—the ones who seem like they were born with a pen in their hand and a bestselling story in their back pocket. But here’s what I’ve learned: Anyone can write. Yes—even you, reading this right now. Your thoughts, your experiences, your little stories… they’re all worth sharing. They matter more than you think. A friend encouraged me to give writing a try, so one day I just opened my Notes app and started typing. Nothing fancy. No big expectations. And guess what? It felt amazing. I was actually surprised by how much I enjoyed it—and how good it felt to see my own words on the screen. Writing helps you keep your memories safe, understand your own journey, and express the things that make you you. And who knows? Someone out there might read your words and find comfort, inspiration, or a lesson they really needed. Your voice matters. Go ahead—start writing. ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to y...

In March 2024, God gave me a wake-up call about being lukewarm in my faith. I’d been getting warnings from Him before, but this time, I knew I had to take it seriously. That’s when I decided to make some big changes—starting with ending a relationship that wasn’t part of His plan for me. By April, God began pulling me away from old habits and friendships. It wasn’t easy. From June to October, I went through a really tough season—sickness, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, fear, bad dreams, and so much spiritual warfare. But even in all that chaos, something amazing happened: I started to experience a deep spiritual awakening. God showed me that I have authority in the name of Jesus. He set me free from fear, anxiety, people’s opinions, and the love of material things. I realized I didn’t have to live in bondage anymore—the victory was already mine through Christ. Now, even when life gets stormy, I feel God’s love in a deeper way. His joy fills me no matter what’s happening around me, and I ...

When I first started walking with Jesus, I was so focused on not making mistakes. I didn’t want to disappoint God, and every time I messed up, I felt terrible. I tried to be perfect in my own strength—but that only left me tired and anxious. Then God reminded me of something important: the flesh isn’t perfect. We all make mistakes sometimes. What matters is our heart. We’re not meant to rely on our own strength, but on the Holy Spirit who helps us live right. This doesn’t mean we should take God’s grace for granted. It means that when we fall, we don’t stay down. We come to God honestly, confess, and let His Spirit help us get back up and move forward. So instead of stressing about being perfect, focus on loving Jesus. Let Him guide you. And when you stumble, don’t sit in shame—get back up! ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share with a friend who needs it too. 💌   ✨ For more Faith-based content & digital resources: 💚[Selar...

Imagine being in the middle of a battlefield—arrows flying everywhere—but you’re just calm. You’re even dance-walking through it, headphones on, listening to soft, peaceful music with your eyes closed. You’re not afraid at all. That’s what life can feel like sometimes—chaotic and full of challenges. But when Jesus lives in us, we can stay peaceful no matter what’s happening around us. The Holy Spirit gives us courage and calm that makes no sense. Jesus is the only one who can give that kind of peace. When everything feels crazy, He whispers, “Come sit with Me. Let’s rest together.” Just like music that locks you into a quiet space, being close to Jesus locks you into peace. His voice silences every storm. With Him, we can walk boldly and joyfully through life’s battles—because God’s got us. So, put your “spiritual headphones” on and dance through the storm! God has given us a peace so deep it can’t be explained. It’s our gift in Christ, and we enjoy it—confidently and joyfully. ———————...

One night, I was just lying in bed craving something sweet and healthy. It wasn’t even a prayer—just a thought. Few minutes later, my brother walked in with apples and handed me one. I was shocked. God literally heard my thought. That moment reminded me—God is so cool. He’s not just some distant figure. He’s close, funny, gentle, and real. You can talk to Him about anything—even rant. And He’ll listen, then gently respond with truth that sounds like, “I hear you, but let go of that hate. Forgive.” Like... Jesus always knows how to drop the mic. People often think following God is boring or full of rules. But nope. With Him, there’s real joy, peace, purpose, and freedom. He knows you deeply and loves you fully. God’s not just a Father. He’s a cool dad. And He wants you to know Him like that too. ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share with a friend who needs it too. 💌   ✨ For more Faith-based content & digital resources: 💚[S...

I used to avoid reading bulky books — they just felt like too much. Even just looking at them made me think, “I can’t do this.” It wasn’t that I had to finish them in a day, but that’s how it felt. I was so focused on the whole thing that I forgot I could simply take it step by step. I’m still not a huge fan of books, but choosing to read for just 15–20 minutes on weekdays has honestly changed my life. It’s not about achieving mountain-sized results in one day — it’s about making small, steady efforts that get you up the mountain. That’s how life works too. When we fixate on the entire journey, it gets overwhelming. But when we take it one small step at a time, trusting God along the way, we’ll be surprised how far we’ve come. Even God doesn’t reveal everything to us at once. He leads us gently, piece by piece — because He knows we’re not built to carry the whole picture in one day. And that’s more than okay. ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share...

I used to always wonder, “Is this what God wants me to do?” I didn’t want to make moves without Him — because if God’s not in it, it probably won’t work. Sometimes, I try to handle everything on my own and forget to involve God. But I’m learning with the help of the Holy Spirit to pray more and worry less. God gives us free will, but He wants us to ask for His guidance. And the more time you spend with Him, the easier it is to recognize His voice — through prayer, His Word, and the Holy Spirit. If something feels forced, confusing, or uneasy, pause and invite God in — ask Him to show you His will. When God is leading, even the hard things come with peace. You don’t have to figure it all out alone. Ask God. Trust Him.  He will lead you — every step of the way. (Proverbs 3:5-6)  ——————————————— Felt inspired by this post? Don’t keep it to yourself — share with a friend who needs it too. 💌   ✨ For more Faith-based content & digital resources: 💚[Selar St...