Welcome! What a thrill it is to meet you, friend. I’m Rayo Adegoke.
Would you wander with me a while in this messy place, where I hope you and I can just be raw and real about the hard places in our journey and the ceaseless fight for joy and abundant life. I deeply believe that this is what our faith journey is all about; the mundane, the little moments, the small choices, the people we love and how we love them big and how you and I, all of us, can gather here in quiet corners like this one to trade stories, offer words of relief and inhale refreshing grace.
All is: amazing grace.
I would know. I am just a former Muslim girl who gave her life to Christ one Easter Sunday in 2009. There are so many staggering things I cannot wait to tell you about everything that led to that season, but I think the most unforgettable of all was that I came home.
Christ found a way to put a thirst down in my soul that nothing else would satisfy until I found myself right there, arms outstretched, standing at the altar of a local Church and giving Him back what has always been His: Myself. I’d searched for identity in so many different things: relationships, work, and all the earthly places that never quite satisfy. And that year: 2009, my life did a complete 180.
At the beginning of 2012, I wrote these words in my journal: “I want to know You Face-to-face, Lord”; friend, since then my life has been rocked and I have learned that in order to really know Him Face-to-face, I must accept the invitation to this upside-down living. This call to always live slow and lay it all down for Him. It was a very hard year and it was right there that He would always meet me with daily joy. That He would remind me of the true meaning of my name, Rayo: I see joy. And He would dare me to live this joy, each and every hard moment.
So friend, I accepted His Dare to always fight for joy. To pen and speak grace-words that I desperately need for my soul: words from His Word that reach deep into my hurt and my fears. Friend, can you and I just sit and talk stilly about how the Word is being made flesh in our daily lives: in our marriages, our relationships and our work & walk. I just want to share with you how I am really living the Word, falling short of it, and being picked up by grace. Over and over again.
Oh! Let us trade stories, friend, because really we are never alone on this faith journey. Every now and again we will stop at the side of the road and see our lives right there in the eyes of a complete stranger, because it turns out: we are all in this together.
...yes friend, oh I’d love to tell you all about: how after 7 years of being just friends and about 7 more of even just knowing each other, God would call my husband and I into a beautiful love story He’d written for us all along; from an old friendship, He birthed something new. And in June 2015, Niyi and I got married, and we’ve since been finding grace in our small home in Abuja, Nigeria. Knotted between Father. Son. Spirit. And soon we expect our sweet baby girl in July 2017...we are here overflowing with so much joy and we can barely wait!
When I am not writing to somehow give hope and promote well-being for orphans & vulnerable children through my work at Catholic Relief Services, you'll find me right here penning my heart & hugging people way too much.
Please be sure to write me whenever you can, would love to just keep walking joyfully here together, sharing our fighting hearts, and praying each other through our hard places. I’d really love to hear from you. Thank you for letting me in to share my heart with you. I do hope you stay a while & sit with me to breathe in some more refreshing grace.
when we surrender to His process, there are somethings we begin to know for sure. we begin to know that for the beautiful and grace-filled life He has planned for us, He must prepare us – and for this there will always be a cost.
It’s true – mothering will be the hardest road you’ll ever walk. Mothering is the laboring that knows no end. Mothering is a call of courage to lay down your life, learn to dance to no song, sing in the dark and plough in the silence.
and when it’s all said and done, circumstances may remain but through the dance we come to know His song by heart. we learn His beat. we learn His voice. we know His Heart. we know Him by heart. we follow His call.
May your heart know this one for sure, friend: that you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you. May you find grace to come to the table, show up for battle, be present in trial, surrender to the pruning and see the face of God like you’ve never before.