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That statement, “Do you know who I am?”, often comes from a place that is the opposite of what it tries to prove.

It tries to announce importance…only to end up revealing insecurity.

Think about it—
a person who truly knows who they are doesn’t need to borrow recognition from others.

They don’t need to raise their voice to raise their value.

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We’ve all said it… or heard it before:

“Do you know who I am?”

But have you ever stopped to ask— what that moment truly reveals about you?

Not your title.
Not your achievements.
Not your name.

You.

I wrote this short piece to make you reflect on who you become when anger speaks for you.

It’s simple.
It’s deep.
And it might just change how you react forever.

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WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW?
The Worry That forgets God Is Still On The Throne.

There was something Mama Grace used to say whenever people gathered around her small wooden veranda in the evenings.

She would smile softly, as if she had already seen many tomorrows come and go, and then she would say, “If you can change it, why worry? If you cannot change it, why still worry?”

People liked the sound of it.
Some laughed.
Some nodded wisely.
Some even repeated the words to others as if they truly believed them.
But very few people lived by them.

Mama Grace would then lean back in her chair and add one more thing in her quiet voice, “Worry is a seat that keeps a person busy… while blinding them from the light that is already shining.”

Many people did not understand what she meant.
But there was this family in that town who unknowingly proved her words every single day.

Not far from Mama Grace’s house stood a small cream-colored building with a rusted gate that creaked whenever the wind touched it. Inside that house lived the Duke family.

They were good people. The father, Mr. Duke, was hardworking. The mother, Mrs. Duke, loved her children deeply. And the children were polite and well behaved.
But the family had one strange habit.
They worried about everything.

If the clouds gathered in the sky, Mr. Duke would sigh deeply and say, “What if the rain destroys my shop tomorrow?”

If the sun shone too brightly, Mrs. Duke would whisper, “What if the heat brings sickness to the children?”

When money came into the house, they worried it would soon disappear. When things were quiet and peaceful, they feared something terrible must be on its way.

They worried all round the clock. Morning, Afternoon and Night. Even their prayers slowly began to sound like long lists of fears. Little by little, the town began to notice.
And as towns often do, people started talking.
Soon, a nickname was born.
People began to call them… “The Family of Tomorrow.”

Not because they planned well.
But because they were always afraid of tomorrow. At first the Dukes did not know about the name. But names have a way of traveling.

One afternoon, their youngest son ran into the house with tears in his eyes.
“Mummy,” he cried, “why do they call us the Family of Tomorrow?” The room suddenly became quiet. Mrs. Duke looked at her husband. Mr. Duke looked at the floor.
Neither of them answered. But something in the air changed that day. Still… nothing stopped their worrying.

Days turned into months.
Months turned into years.
And slowly, something painful began to happen inside that house.

Worry stole their joy.
They could not celebrate good days because they feared bad ones were coming.
They could not sleep peacefully because tomorrow always felt like a threat.
Even laughter became rare.

One evening, after closing his shop, Mr. Duke sat alone outside his house, staring at the dark sky.
His shop had struggled that week.
Sales were poor.
And his mind was filled with frightening thoughts.
“What if everything collapses tomorrow?” he whispered to himself.

Just then, Mama Grace happened to walk past the gate.
She saw the tired man sitting there and stopped.
“You look like a man carrying tomorrow on his back,” she said gently.
Mr. Duke forced a weak smile.
“If I don't worry about tomorrow, who will?” he replied.
Mama Grace looked at him for a long moment.
Then she said something that struck his heart like a quiet thunder.

“My son… tomorrow already has an Owner.”
Mr. Duke frowned slightly. Mama Grace pointed upward.
“The One who created the sun you saw today is already standing inside tomorrow. Why are you trying to sit on His seat?”

The words followed Mr. Duke into the night.
He could not sleep.
He thought about all the years he had spent worrying.
All the joy he had missed.
All the peace he had pushed away.
And slowly, something began to change inside him.

The next morning, something unusual happened.
For the first time in many years, Mr. Duke woke up… and did not start the day with worry.
Instead, he stood quietly beside his bed and said,
“God… tomorrow belongs to You.”

That day he walked into his shop with a calm heart.
Not because everything was perfect.
But because he had finally understood something simple.
Worry had been acting like a thief in his life.
It stole today's peace by frightening him with tomorrow's shadows.

Days passed. Then weeks.
Slowly, the house began to change. Laughter returned.
Meals became joyful again. Even the children noticed.

One afternoon, the same boy who once cried came running into the house again. But this time he was smiling.
“Mummy!” he shouted. “They changed our name!”
Mrs. Duke laughed in surprise.
“Changed it to what?”
The boy grinned proudly.
“They said we are not the Family of Tomorrow anymore.”
Mrs. Duke raised her eyebrows.
“Then what are we now?”
The boy lifted his head proudly and said,
“They say we are the family who learned to trust God with tomorrow.”

That evening, Mr. Duke sat quietly outside again.
But this time he was smiling.
Mama Grace passed the gate once more.
She looked at him and nodded.

“Finally,” she said softly, “you stood up from the seat called worry.”
Mr. Duke laughed gently.
“Yes,” he said.
“And I discovered something beautiful.”
“What is that?” Mama Grace asked.
Mr. Duke looked at the sunset and replied,

“Tomorrow was never my responsibility.” Because sometimes…
The greatest burden a human carries
is a tomorrow
that already belongs to God. 🌅

A sole bearing piece from MiriamsPenJourney A.K.A Hurricane MIMZ 🌹

"DAY, OH DAY""

Day, oh Day!
What are you planning today

You come with secrets in your hands,
Walking paths no one understands.

Sometimes you smile,
Sometimes you test,
Sometimes you shake
My quiet rest.

You move like someone sent you here —
Not random, not by chance, I fear.

Ahh… I remember now —
You are not your own.
You answer to the One
who sits on the throne.

So tell me, Day —
Should I run from you?
Or trust the One
who tells you what to do?

Every step I take in you,
I just want something good and true.

If you must be a mystery,
At least leave joy behind for me.

Day, oh Day…
When you go away,
Let me say —
“I grew today.”

© Hurricane Mimz🌹
Where thought storms the mind and settle in the heart.

© Miriam Umoren

EVEN IN SILENCE - "WHEN HEAVEN SEEMS QUIET"

There was a season in my life when I was meant to begin my Higher National Diploma 1 program (HND1).
Everything had been planned. My hopes were high, and my expectations were clear. It felt like the next step of my life was already waiting for me.

Then suddenly, everything collapsed right before my eyes.
Every plan I had made seemed to scatter. Efforts that once looked promising led nowhere. I reached out for help, but the helpers I trusted could not help. Doors I thought would open remained firmly shut. No matter how hard I tried, it felt as though something stronger was pushing every attempt down.

In the middle of it all, heaven felt strangely quiet.
I prayed—many times, in many ways. I sought God’s will with all the sincerity I could gather. Like David in the Scriptures, I asked, I waited, and I listened.

But nothing came.
No clear answer.
No sign.
No direction.
The silence slowly wore me down.
I became tired… then discouraged… and eventually weary in a way that words can hardly explain. At some point, I stopped struggling against it. I chose instead to withdraw quietly and wait.
Yet the quiet days did not make things easier.

Temptations that once stayed at a distance suddenly found their way to my door. Troubles seemed to arrive one after another, as if they knew exactly where to find me. Night after night, my pillow carried tears I could not show anyone else.
Inside my heart, there was an anger I could not fully understand—an ache that refused to settle.
Then, in the middle of that silence, a thought came to me as gently as a whisper.

“How can you judge me unfaithful?”
The question lingered.
Then another followed:
“Think of how far you have come. You did nothing special to get to where you are today?”

It was not a loud voice, but it was clear enough to quiet my restless thoughts.
In that moment, I began to see something differently.

My story was not the worst story anyone had ever lived. Neither was it the smallest. Yet through every stage that had brought me this far, God had been present.
The silence had not meant He was gone.
It meant that somewhere along the way, I had grown tired of pushing forward and trusting.
Faith, I realized, had never depended on constant reassurance.

The three Hebrew men did not wait for God to promise them safety before allowing themselves get thrown into the fiery furnace. They trusted that He would be there, whether He spoke or not.
And Job, even in the depth of suffering, still judged God faithful.

Remembering these things changed the way I looked at my own silence.
God had not abandoned the story of my life. He had simply allowed a quiet moment in it.

And sometimes, the quiet carries its own message.
Sometimes heaven is silent not because God has stepped away, but because He is asking the heart to do something harder than speaking.
To trust.
To wait.
And simply—
stay still.

© Hurricane Mimz🌹
Where thought storms the mind and settle in the heart.

© Miriam Umoren

Happy New Year and Happy New Month to everyone who has over the years found a place in MEEWORLD, my readers, my supporters, and those who quietly walk this journey with me.

Sincere apologies to all my followers that MEEWORLD has been quiet for a while, not because the stories ended, but because life happened in ways we could not control.
Making some pauses necessary.

But here is a goodnews, MEEWORLD page isn’t asleep.
We will be back before the end of this month to carry the banner of good stories and a fresh breath.

Thank you for waiting.
Thank you for staying.

We'll make your stay in 2026 worth the stay 😂😂

Happy new month to all my lovely Audience and readers🌹🔥

This month shall give you all that you thought wasn't possible in Jesus Name.
Amen🙏🙏🙏

Good morning to my lovely readers. I know it's been a while I drop something here. Let's not panic, let's just wait a little longer.

We'll be back with lovely stories to keep our souls and spirit alive again.

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