Give it to God! Give it time

From Trenches to Triumph: My Life in the Fast Lane

Long time no writing, guys! I have missed you all, missed oversharing my life, and missed the therapeutic act of putting my thoughts down for you to read (and hopefully relate to). Life has been hectic—but in a great way! I’m out here trying to balance everything like some kind of real-life superhero. Cape? Check. Superpowers? Still downloading.

But let’s rewind a little.

So, picture this: three weeks ago, I was unemployed. No job, just vibes and prayers. And now? Not only did I land a job, but I got PROMOTED in just two weeks! Like, see my Big God oo! Who would have thought that just this time last year, I was deep in the trenches—mentally, financially, physically—begging God to just hit the reset button on life. Like, “Sir, are you seeing what’s going on down here? Are you not tired of this episode? Roll credits, abeg.”

But now, I can literally hear God saying, “Ife, just give it to Me and give it time.” And honestly, my life is living proof of this: Give it to God. Give it time.

Now, let me tell you something nobody warns you about: answered prayers come with multiplied responsibilities. And wow, did God add tax, VAT, and interest to mine! Because whewww, the overwhelm was overwhelming.

As a mother, my first (and forever) job is my little queen. She is my number one ministry and assignment before any title, paycheck, or business. And let me tell you, balancing motherhood with a thriving career is like performing in Cirque du Soleil without rehearsals.

My mornings? A full-blown action sequence. I wake up, assemble my life, then head to the kitchen to make my daughter’s breakfast. Then I go into “happy, calm, supermom mode” before waking her up. I try my best to make it look like we’re having a smooth, peaceful morning—bonding, laughing, making memories. But let’s be real? It doesn’t always go that way.

Because sometimes? I lose my cool. Sometimes I am so tired that I just want to sit on the floor and scream, “I AM JUST A GIRLLLLL!” (Yes, full dramatic Disney princess moment.)

But we move.

Next, I get in the car and drive for about 30 minutes—sometimes praying, sometimes singing, sometimes catching up with family, and other times just staring at the road like, “Wow, adulting is a scam.” But as I pull into work? Boom! Superwoman mode activated. I remind myself: I am on assignment. I am here to shine. And shining shall I SHINE, okayyyyy!

After conquering the workday, I pick up my daughter, and we attempt to gist in the car—emphasis on attempt because some days, it’s pure vibes and silence. Then we get home, do some activities, eat dinner, do the bedtime routine, and once she’s asleep, my night shift begins. Packing her lunch, setting out clothes, prepping for the next day—rinse, repeat.

And THIS is where being a single mom really hits.

Because sometimes? The weight is heavy. Not having that extra pair of hands, that extra voice to say “I got this one,” or even someone to just hype you up when you’re running on fumes? It gets real. I break down sometimes. I cry. I get frustrated.

But I always find my way back to God.

And every single time, He tops up my strength and throws in some strategies on how to handle this season better.

So yeah, life is moving FAST. But I’m moving with it—learning, evolving, and figuring things out one crazy, chaotic, but beautiful day at a time. 💛

Catch me up, how has your weeks been? did you miss me as much as I missed you!??

XOXO,

Ife