When Love Isn’t Just a Feeling: The New Me

Dad noticed my unusual behaviour during the morning devotion. I was awful in the make-believe profession. My expressions and attitude usually give me away. My dad cleared his throat.

“Oluwafolasikemi,” he said.

“Sir,” I replied trying to be as calm as possible.

“Kindly read for us, Romans one verse twenty eight and share with us what you understand,” my father did not shift his gaze on me. I searched through the scriptures, trying to maintain my poise. Continue reading