I remember days that you opened your Bible resting on your chest and your eyes closed digesting the word of God. You didn't just read the Word; you breathe the Word. You taught me how to fight chanting the scriptures over and over and over. Daddy , you built our home with scriptures, prayer and supplication. From a tender age, you taught me that prayer is not a monologue, but a dialogue, and one can hear God's voice loud and clear, and that the Bible is God's vocabulary. You gave me the greatest gift a father can ever give: a prayer language rooted in the Bible. Because of you, I wield the Sword 🗡️ of the Spirit. Daddy, you have finished your calling triumphantly, but your prayers continue to echo into eternity. I miss you so much 💖!
“He taught me How to pray with the word of God..”
Nwelih Gloria
Family · Abuja