I’ve always supported giving my wife her own spiritual space. With her Bible in one hand and a bottle of anointing oil in the other, she was the type of person who got up early, knotted her scarf snugly, and headed out to women’s fellowship gatherings. She referred to it as her method of praying over our marriage. Who was I to doubt the power of prayer?
It was the same on Sunday. She even requested 150 shillings from me for church expenses. I felt bad for not accompanying her, so I put a fifty on the top. She had a pristine appearance. You recognise the serious expression that says “leo si mchezo,” the long skirt, and the flat shoes. Even her Bible was carried to the gate with my assistance. I jokingly said, “Pray for me.” “Today we are rebuking spirits of delay,” she added with a grin. To read more click here.