Little Pieces

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...