The Journey Of A Godly Woman

11/05/2026

‎🌀Be the lady who refuses to quit.
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‎🌀Be the lady who never settles for less than the best.
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‎🌀Be the lady on a mission to manifest God’s vision.
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‎🌀Be the lady who stands firm for a righteous cause.
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‎🌀​Be the lady committed to the journey of becoming your highest self.
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‎🌀Be the lady whose life becomes a light that inspires many.

You are strengthened! 💪

Godliness is profitable!

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13/04/2026

Dear Godly Woman,

Don't envy other people's process.
Don't despise other people's process either.

God uses different method on different pain and people but everyone eventually becomes heal.

26/08/2025

Lady Narrates How She Couldn’t Consummate Her Marriage For Months After She Got Married As A Virgin

A Nigerian lady who got married as a virgin, has revealed that she could not have s*x with her Husband for months.

The lady identified as Titothewriter, shared some of the traumatic experiences she faced including getting violated by a doctor. She also disclosed that she and her husband had to find other ways to enjoy each other even after undergoing a surgery over not being able to consummate their marriage.

On the first anniversary of her wedding, she took to her social media page to share ;

A WHOLE YEAR AFTER

As hard as I tried, I never was the little girl that had dreams about her wedding. For the most part, I just wanted the major stakeholders to be happy. Let everyone enjoy themselves and have money after the wedding.

Therefore, when the situation arose that warranted a privately intimate wedding, it wasn’t much of a bother to adjust because the picture of happiness I had did not warrant anything happening.

However, as much as I never thought any preconceived ideas of what my wedding would look like, I knew what it wasn’t going to look like. And for the life of me, it was not that my husband and I would have a major issue with consummating our marriage (properly) for months!

The issue is called Vaginismus and no, I’m not ashamed of it so please don’t help me to be ashamed of what I’m not ashamed of. Vaginismus is more of a mental condition than it is a physical one. So imagine my surprise when the honeymoon I had pictured was laden with pain, tears and fatigue! Oh I cried! I cried so hard! Because we had fought to get to where we were! People were congratulating us and we were grateful but what was this?

The pain? Excruciating raised to a power of 1000! I was in pain! Intense, serious and body shaking pain. My husband hurt from watching me writhe in pain. What was a lubricant? What didn’t we try?

A few weeks after, nothing had happened and I was very tired of hearing “just close your eyes…” “you’re imagining the pain…” “it’s not that hard.”

I went to a gynaecologist at Iwaya…

To be continued tomorrow because tears have filled my eyes now

On the 26th of January, exactly one month after our wedding, I decided to seek medical help. I drove myself to the hospital at Iwaya, Yaba. This was my first ever gynecologist visit.

I explained to a general physician first and then I was referred to the CMD of the hospital. I remember walking in head down in shame, as if I brought it upon myself. That part does not work again sha.

I sat in front of this thick man with no name card or plaque in sight. Not on his door, table, or overall, I should have walked away but I did not because I did not even know what to expect.

I explained everything to him, in between tears. I literally felt I could not do anything, no matter how much my husband encouraged me. “How long did you people date for?” he asked almost eyeing me. “2 years and 8 months.” I answered. “So you people dated for close to three years and you didn’t have s*x?” Now he was irritated. “No, we didn’t.” I was smiling, trying to change the topic. “So the rest of us are sinners? Abi? Look at it now? Three years, no s*x?” His words felt like a dagger in my heart because at the time, I was already asking God why He asked that we remain s*xually pure if the process of deflowering was this painful. This man asked me almost five times if I’m sure I’m a virgin. I answered that I clearly am. Except for the s*xual abuse that happened when I was a child which would have obviously sponsored that reality!

He went ahead to minimize everything I said. And then asked me to lay on the examination table. After checking the first time, the guy said there’s a seal than can easily be removed with his fingers. Brethren, those were the worst three minutes of my life. I fell from the table as I ran from this pain. The pain was about to numb my ears and my feet. I screamed but it came out as muffled groans because tears poured too much. The matron he had sent for had to shout at him to stop!

I couldn’t drive home after than incident. I had to call my husband to come get me. Tears didn’t stop for almost an hour. I kept crying and crying!

At that point I vowed to encourage premarital s*x but…

As we drove home from that silly doctor, I was very quiet. The tears did not stop. At this time, I wasn’t trying to cry. My body just was exhaling. My body knew it had been violated. My husband would have gone to bring the place down but the issue at hand was more serious to me than getting the idiot to pay.

He had told us to try that night but we could not. We could not even try that week. I bled for about two days too. At this point, I was sure that I was going to be an ambassador for premarital s*x! God had deceived me, I was going to get Him back!

Then I called my aunty. She’s a top consultant in Ibadan and long story short, we were in Ibadan, University College Hospital, the next week.

The professor we saw? Oh what an amazing man!!!! He cried with me, he consoled me, when it was time to examine me, he encouraged me when I hesitated a couple of times. I started crying on the examination table without anyone touching me. After examination, he prescribed Lidocaine (a numbing lubricant) and said we should try but if nothing happened, the surgery would be carried out.

Thursday that week, I was in UCH for a surgery! I was completely put under. I didn’t even know when I slept off. They called it digital dilation. My husband was a rock! A complete support and Aunty D too! My mum could hardly sleep or breathe, oh I don’t want to go into my mum’s reaction! It’s too much! The woman was literally broken.

Anyway, brethren, after spending the little we spent and the time, and my body being knocked out for two weeks after that surgery. I was dizzy for two weeks non stop.

The. Surgery. Did. Not. Work! At this point, I lay on the bed and asked God what I had done to deserve this pain? Shebi if it was just difficult, it would have been different. The pain was completely beyond me! It would reverberate underneath my feet almost numb my ears! It wasn’t a cute pain or a bearable pain!


The professor had told us that if the surgery did not work, we were to return for a procedure where I’ll be numbed waist down and then we try in view of professionals! Samuel swore that it will never be him or his wife! So that was a no-go area!

When we returned to our base, we both decided to leave it. We were tired. As in I was very tired and we were barely two months into the marriage.

What was worse? I hadn’t even asked God anything. Everything we had done up until that point, we did with our logical calculation. I didn’t even consider God. I didn’t ask if it was His will, I became Uzzah and ran to help God. I didn’t realize what I’d done until HS and I had a conversation and He chided me gently. I cried.

Aunty D and the Professor kept calling to find out the progress we had made and I had to gently tell her to leave it be. My mental health had taken such a hit that I could not even have anyone constantly checking on us.

My husband and I decided to enjoy each other. Ladies and gentlemen, penetrative s*x is not the only s*x in the world. It’s not. So rest very well. I have never and will never support ma********on but your husband can familiarize himself with you. Hiding can’t work. Open up and let the exploration begin.

We needed to unlearn the expectation that penetrative s*x was the ultimate goal, it is not. Sexual satisfaction is. Find what works for you and do it well.

Then came a program called “Sex, Love and Goop” on Netflix. There were many things I did not agree with in that documentary but our breakthrough came through a procedure on the show; Calculated breathing.

I realized that what my body was doing was natural. It was preventing me from an “anti-body” and the reflex action was to close up. When I consciously take calculated breaths before we begin, I allow my body to relax. I also began to have conversations with my mind “This is good for me. This is good for us. He is one of us now.” In. Out. In again. Out again. Slight pain. In. Out. Deeper. In. Out.

Like that, we. won. Whoosh! God! The first time, it still hurt but it was bearable. The second time, the pain was more bearable and like that, Jesus got the victory.

Relax. Rest. Enjoy yourselves. There’s more to marriage than s*x. Trust me. By the time you get the victory, s*x will be an added bonus. You can be intimate without penetrative s*x.

Here are some lessons that I got from the situation:

1) Marriage is warfare. It makes no scriptural sense that those who have preserved themselves, with the help of God, for marriage should find that much pain before they derive pleasure. Some people are still stuck there even after children. It cannot be God’s promise. This is why prayer with a lot of thanksgiving is something no marriage should scrimp on. Please pray so much and so well and make sure your thanksgiving is more than your prayer point. It is warfare that has already been won.

2) When something is beyond you, give it to the Person beyond life and leave it there. Vaginismus is not your fault. You didn’t cause it. Therefore, rest!

3) The mind can be retrained. Your body has “prevented” you from s*x all your life. Therefore, mild exercise like calculated breathing, kegel exercises and the likes will help retrain your mind.

4) Sometimes, there may be something else you need to work on. In our case, there was an hidden issue on my husband’s part. We spent almost a month detangling and removing and in two weeks after all was settled, we had a breakthrough. I’m not saying you should become a paranoid CIA agent. I cried out to God one day in tiredness and asked Him to show us if we had anything that sponsored the delay. Immediately after that Hannah like prayer, things began to unfold. Please PRAY!!!

5) God never wastes situations. The amount of couples that have been saved since the 27th of this month is such a miracle. One day, God told me that He walked me down this path because He needed someone to deliver His babies! So I’m not just talking, angels are backing me up! There is purpose in your pain, child of God! If all you see is your pain, you will lose sight of God.

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20/08/2025

They say silence is golden.
But in my marriage, silence became a weapon.

At first, I didn’t see it. I thought my husband’s quiet nature was maturity. You know how people say, “At least he doesn’t shout or raise his hand at you”? That was me. I used to boast to my friends, “I’m lucky, my husband never yells. He just goes quiet.”

I thought that was wisdom. I thought it meant he had self-control.
I didn’t realize that silence when used as punishment cuts deeper than words ever could.

It started small.

The first year of our marriage, if we disagreed, he would stop talking to me for a few hours. I didn’t mind. I told myself, “He probably needs space. Not everyone likes to argue.”

But hours turned into days.

Days when he wouldn’t greet me in the morning.
Days when he would sit at the table, eat the food I cooked, and walk away without saying a word.
Days when he would lie beside me in bed, yet I felt like I was sharing my pillow with a stranger miles away.

I tried to break the ice.
“Good morning, honey.”
Silence.
“Do you want tea or coffee?”
Nothing.

The silence was louder than shouting. Louder than insults. Louder than even a slap.

At first, I begged.

I would cry, kneel beside him, and say “I’m sorry,” even when I didn’t know what I had done. I thought, “Maybe if I humble myself, he’ll come back to me. Maybe this is how marriages work - you learn to bend so the other person doesn’t break.”

And after days of freezing me out, he would finally speak:
“See? You know how to make peace when you want to.”

And I would smile weakly, relieved the torture was over. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t peace. It was surrender. He was teaching me something dangerous: that the only way to end the silence was to give in - apologize, shrink, and accept blame.

And each time I did, I lost a little piece of myself.

Then came the words. Words that cut deeper than the silence.

Whenever I tried to express how I felt, he turned my feelings into weapons against me:
“So you’re saying I’m a bad husband?”
“If I’m that terrible, maybe I should just leave and free you.”
“Do you want the children to grow up without a father? Is that what you want?”

Those words sent me into panic. I would quickly hold his hands and say, “No, no, please, that’s not what I mean. I just want us to talk.”

But he didn’t want to talk. He wanted control.
He wanted me guilty, apologetic, afraid.

And I gave him exactly that because I was terrified of losing my marriage.

Soon, I started walking on eggshells.

Every day, I measured my words.
Should I ask him about money? Or would that trigger silence?
Should I ask him to help with the children? Or would that bring punishment?
Should I laugh too loudly at something? Or would that annoy him?

Imagine living with someone, yet feeling invisible.
Imagine serving, cooking, smiling, only to be treated as though you don’t exist.

That was my reality. And in that reality, I was shrinking.

One night, after a long week of silence, I sat alone in the kitchen. I had cooked his favorite soup. He ate it quietly, pushed his chair back, and walked away without a glance at me. The sound of the bedroom door closing behind him was the loudest sound in the house.

And something in me snapped.

I whispered to myself, “This is not love.”

That night, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. Instead, I opened my Bible, and my eyes fell on a verse that struck me like lightning:

“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” (Ephesians 5:25)

Christ’s love was sacrificial, not manipulative. His love was filled with grace, not punishment. He never withheld His presence to make me beg.

That night, I prayed differently. Not, “Lord, make him speak to me.”
But, “Lord, heal me. Teach me to see myself the way You see me, not the way his silence defines me.”

The next morning, he gave me his usual cold shoulder. I looked at him and, for the first time, I didn’t beg. I didn’t explain.

Instead, I said calmly, “Your silence doesn’t control me anymore. If you don’t want to talk, that’s your choice. But I will no longer punish myself for it.”

He froze. He looked at me shocked. Maybe, for the first time, he realized his weapon had lost its power.

I won’t lie - it wasn’t easy after that. The silence still came. The manipulation still showed up. But every time, I reminded myself:

“I am not invisible. I am not voiceless. I am not defined by his silence. I am loved by God, and His love speaks louder than any man’s silence.”

My marriage didn’t collapse overnight. It crumbled little by little, under the weight of unspoken words and manipulative control. But what was meant for my destruction, God used for my awakening.

Because I learned something powerful:
Silence can scream.
But truth - God’s truth - speaks louder.

And no woman should ever live as though her worth depends on how quickly she can apologize just for existing.

Thanks for reading “Silent Grip” by Joy Chinonyerem Godwin-Iloh II

I love your contributions in the comment section, thank you.

20/08/2025

if you think you cannot hold yourself start finding a wife quickly. - Apostle Joshua Selman

I'm very serious, I'm not playing games. I'm not saying you should marry but the bible says if per-adventure in your quest to love God and you find out that you have prayed, you are fasted and you know that this one is not demons again please marry I'm telling you this, please marry, it is biblical.

Just marry obey the bible and don't start arguing with the scriptures. If you have pastor friends or groups, please sit together and talk about this in love.

Don't condemn people and please when somebody comes to meet you and explains that I find myself sleeping around, and you say I knew it, that I've been looking at you I know you are not straight.

No no no that ministry is not given to you because that's the issue. This is the reason why many people are unable to open up because they are afraid. They don't trust us man of God. Somebody comes and opens up and tells you this is the challenge in my life this is what I'm going through and you begin to start telling it around...

As a minister you are a steward don't betray people's trust in you. Are you hearing what I'm saying? Please I'm talking to you, this is an admonishment from the depths of my heart. You feel that there are issues compromising your Christian experience and you need help, by the grace of God. God has anointed some of us to be able to offer you help and with Jesus joy and with every open heart.

I pray for you that the Lord save and deliver you from the power of immorality and flesh in the name of Jesus Christ.



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06/08/2025

What are your current worries?
What have you done about them?

Crying, murmuring, complaining, sighing, pi**ed off...

Perhaps, you’ve prayed a “let me just mumble words to God” kind of prayer, but your heart is full of resentment toward God.

You’re only being human for reacting that way.

Do you realized that there’s a paradigm on how to receive from God when you’re about to be overwhelmed with worries and anxieties.

I will use NLT version of the Bible for easy comprehension.

Philippians 4:6 says, “Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.”

After you’ve done this wholeheartedly, guess what follows?

Philippians 4:7, “Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.”

The peace of God is the first thing you need before the main miracle. I refer to this as soft copy of the miracle.

To sustain this soft copy before it will be printed to hard copy, which is the miracle you desire, see what you will do while waiting?

Philippians 4;8, “And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.”

Take a grip of your mind to think positive thoughts and the Bible is your sure plug.

You might have to repeat this process more than once, but be certain that it works.

In the words of Joyce Meyer, “you can either choose to trust God or go crazy.”
As for me, I choose to trust God.
Times when my faith is unstable, I’ll cry aloud like that man in Mark 9:24, “...help thou mine unbelief.”

Godliness is profitable!

Christy Opara Ezinne

14/07/2025

08/07/2025

Confusion transmission! 🤣