{"id":1174,"date":"2025-10-09T03:52:00","date_gmt":"2025-10-09T03:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/?p=1174"},"modified":"2025-10-09T14:39:54","modified_gmt":"2025-10-09T14:39:54","slug":"baby-mama-with-the-crown","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/baby-mama-with-the-crown\/","title":{"rendered":"Baby Mama with the Crown"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dear Diary<\/strong>
October 9, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Let\u2019s talk about the woman who was good enough to be slept with\u2026 but not good enough to love. The one we\u2019d scroll past on Instagram\u2014no filter, no favourites\u2014just tired eyes, always second place. The sister who got picked last and the wife no one wanted. But you know, Heaven doesn\u2019t choose based on cheekbones.<\/p>\n

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Her name? Leah \u2014 the substitute bride. Slipped under the veil because her own father didn\u2019t believe she was worth waiting for. Jacob didn\u2019t ask for her. He didn\u2019t even realise it was her. He woke up and said, \u201cWhat is this you have done to me?\u201d Translation: Sir, maybe check your wine volume \u2014 or your bride \u2014 before the honeymoon.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Imagine being that girl\u2014the \u201cWhat is this?\u201d girl. The disappointment. The one they regret. Given, not chosen. Used, not pursued. Pregnant\u2026 but still empty.<\/p>\n

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And yet, Leah had a womb full of destiny. She just didn\u2019t know it yet.<\/p>\n

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She started out fighting for love. She said, \u201cNow my husband will love me because I have borne him a son. Now I\u2019ll be noticed. Now I\u2019ll be enough.\u201d Reuben. Simeon. Levi. Each child was a cry for connection\u2014 baby-naming as emotional therapy: effective? No. Relatable? Highly<\/em>. Each name, a bandage over the same wound: Please choose me.<\/em> Every pregnancy was a desperate plea wrapped in performance. But nothing changed. Jacob still loved Rachel. Rachel had his attention. Rachel had his heart. Leah just had his babies.<\/p>\n

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But then something shifted.<\/p>\n

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When she gave birth to her fourth son, Leah stopped striving. She stopped naming her pain for Jacob and started naming her praise to God. \u201cThis time,\u201d she said, \u201cI will praise the Lord.\u201d So she named him Judah. And everything changed.<\/p>\n

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That was the turning point\u2014the moment striving gave way to surrender. Comparison gave way to consecration. A woman discarded by man was chosen by God. And Heaven said: Now we\u2019re ready.<\/p>\n

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Leah didn\u2019t know it, but Judah would become the tribe of kings. From that tribe came David. And from David\u2019s line, the Lion of Judah\u2014Jesus. Not through Rachel, the favoured one. Not through beauty, popularity, or romantic love. But through the girl nobody wanted\u2014an everlasting kingdom.<\/p>\n

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Some of us are Leahs.<\/p>\n

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Not the one they text back. Not the one they choose. Not the one anyone waits seven years for. We get passed over. We try to be enough. We\u2019re tolerated while trying to win love that was never ours to earn. We keep giving, keep birthing, keep hoping\u2026 and still feel unseen.<\/p>\n

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But God is not like Jacob.<\/p>\n

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He sees the one in the corner. The one with tear-soaked pillows. The one trying to worship while bleeding. And He says: Through you, I will bring forth praise. Through you, I will raise up kings. Through you, I will do something eternal.<\/em><\/p>\n

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So maybe you\u2019re not loved by them. Maybe you\u2019re like Leah\u2014who started out as \u201cWhat is this?\u201d but ended up as \u201cThis is the one I will use<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Leah spent so long trying to earn the love of a man, when God had already written her into the story of salvation. She thought she was competing with Rachel, but God wasn\u2019t watching that fight. He was building a kingdom through her pain. Heaven\u2019s plot twists hit different.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Hmm…I repeat. You might not be the one they post about. You might not be trending. You might be unnoticed, unmatched, and undercelebrated. But Heaven sees you. And Heaven still chooses you.<\/p>\n

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Because when love doesn\u2019t choose you\u2026 God still does.<\/p>\n

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So stop being fickle. Stop being superficial. God is not looking for the best body or the loudest applause. He\u2019s looking for praise. He\u2019s looking for worship. He\u2019s looking for someone who\u2019s tired of performing\u2014and ready to surrender.<\/p>\n

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I just want you to think for a minute: What if the pain you\u2019re resenting is the praise God is building?<\/p>\n

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So when you’re not the one they want? Abeg, rest<\/em>. Repost your selfie, refill your joy. You\u2019re not overlooked. You\u2019re undercover royalty.<\/p>\n

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May this be the month you stop begging to be chosen\u2014and start believing you already are.
Remember: \u201cThey called her a baby mama.
But God crowned her anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Yours \u2014 in surrender and praise,<\/p>\n

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If this made you laugh (or think), wait till you read the last one. Go on, treat yourself.<\/p>\n

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Confessions of a Prodigal Skirt Wearer – Ol\u00fa Ab\u00edk\u00f3y\u00e8<\/a><\/figure>\n

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The Boy in My Dream – Ol\u00fa Ab\u00edk\u00f3y\u00e8<\/a><\/figure>\n

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The Wisest Fool – Ol\u00fa Ab\u00edk\u00f3y\u00e8<\/a><\/figure>\n

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\nHow Weak Can You Be? \u2013 Samson Had One Damn Job – Ol\u00fa Ab\u00edk\u00f3y\u00e8<\/a>\n<\/figure>\n

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Not everyone trending is chosen. Not every baby mama is forgotten. Leah was loved last \u2014 but crowned first. Read this one if you\u2019ve ever felt passed over.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1174","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dear-diary"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1174","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1174"}],"version-history":[{"count":17,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1174\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1253,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1174\/revisions\/1253"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1174"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1174"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}