Faith is the quiet strength that carries us through uncertain times; grounds us when everything feels unsettled. It guides us when the path ahead isn’t clear. It is an anchor that ties you to what’s real: purpose, people, and the slow, sure arc of progress.

You know that feeling when everything in your business feels like it’s on the edge? When the numbers whisper “stop,” doors slam shut, and doubt starts shouting in your ear? I’ve been there. More times than I’d like to admit.



But through it all, one thing has held me together: faith – a quiet, stubborn one. The kind that plants your feet when the ground is shaking and whispers, “Keep going.” when every logical part of you is ready to quit. 

This same faith led is what led me to Rome this year for the Jubilee: a once-every-25-years moment of renewal, prayer, and spiritual reset. I didn’t know it then, but this pilgrimage was about to rewrite my understanding of trust, not just in life, but in my business.




A Journey by Faith Design

We think we have to plan everything, don’t we? Maps, itineraries, schedules. But what if the most important journeys begin with a surrender? What if the real destination isn’t a place on a map, but a shift inside you – one so profound it can change how you lead, serve, and build?

My friend Ije and I went to Rome with one plan: visit the four Papal Basilicas. No tours booked. No hour-by-hour agenda. Just an open heart and a willingness to be led. It was our first act of trading worry for wonder.



Day One – Holy Doors


Our first intended stop was St. Mary Major. But our feet led us to St. John Lateran first, just 10 minutes from where we stayed. Our first lesson: Release the schedule. Embrace the grace.

While taking photos, two strangers – a young woman and her friend – paused to help us take beautiful pictures. A small kindness. The first sign that when your heart is open, community finds you everywhere.



Papal Archbasilica of St. John Lateran

Then, we faced the Holy Door. Open only once every 25 years. Watching people touch it gently, whisper prayers, and step through with tears in their eyes… it hit me. How short life is. How few of these thresholds we get to cross.

I placed my hand on the ancient door, prayed for my family, my business, the community I’m called to serve, and stepped through. It was a physical prayer: God, I’m leaving the old weight here. I’m walking into the new season You have for me.


Inside, we did what you must do in Rome: we looked up. Ceilings soared, covered in gold and stories centuries old. The towering statues of the Apostles, the chapels of prayer, and the silence filled with centuries of devotion. And in that vastness, I felt it – both incredibly small and profoundly significant. A single thread in a divine tapestry.



Papal Basilica of St. Mary Maggiore

We made our way to our second Basilica; continuing the tradition of touching the doors, walking through them and looking up.


This Basilica was incredibly important as we wanted to visit the burial place of Pope Francis and also see the Holy Cradle of Baby Jesus. We attended Mass in one of the beautiful chapels and witnessed a beautiful closing ceremony.



The day ended with dinner at a lovely Italian restaurant nearby, where Tony – our server – treated us with warmth and kindness. Another reminder that community appears in unexpected ways, even over a simple meal. We were so overjoyed that we ended up getting on the right bus that went in the wrong direction. We realised this after about 6 stops and then got redirected back.


Day Two: Basilica of St. Peter

The next morning, we aimed for an early start to visit our third Basilica – St. Peter’s. We arrived close to 11 a.m. (So much for plans!) We were laughing, speaking in Igbo, completely immersed in our joy, when two men walked by. We didn’t know they were priests.

Ije, noticing they’d been listening, asked, “Are you Igbos?” Turns out, they were Nigerian Catholic priests from California. One, Father Chikere, was finishing his PhD in Rome. The other, Father Tony, was visiting for the Jubilee.



The joy was instant. It was the unmistakable feeling of a divine appointment. We kindly hijacked their day. “You have to be our guides!” And graciously, they said yes.


Father Chikere, with his artist’s soul, showed us the heart of St. Peter’s. He led us to the tomb of St. Peter himself, to the ancient catacombs, to the Chair – places we longed to see and learn more about. Father Tony offered wisdom that settled deep in our spirits.



We hadn’t planned for guides. We’d prayed for guidance. And God sent us brothers. He doesn’t just open doors; He sends the right people to walk you through them.

The blessing didn’t stop there. They pointed us to “Afrish,” an incredible Nigerian restaurant we never knew existed in Rome. This restaurant was very important to our self-care in Rome.


We shared a meal and stories for over four hours. It was a feast for our bodies and our souls. God’s abundance always exceeds our imagination.


The entire day was a lesson: “When God blesses you, you do not let it go.” We ended the day with our gelato and made our way back to our hotel feeling incredibly blessed. This time, we got on the right bus in the right direction.



Day Three: Papal Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls

On our final day, we collected our Jubilee bags from the St. Peter’s Pilgrim welcome office (this insight was from our priest-friends from the day before). And, and journeyed to walk through the Holy Door of the Papal Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls.



Each basilica offered a unique atmosphere of peace, history, and opportunity for deep prayer. In each sacred space, the message grew clearer, settling into my bones: Faith over worry. Trust over fear. Purpose over uncertainty.



I prayed for you… yes, you. For my family, friends, business. For my clients dreaming bold dreams. For my community carrying heavy burdens. For every person God is calling me to serve. For every entrepreneur staring at a spreadsheet that doesn’t add up. I prayed for the courage to keep stepping forward, even without the full map.




What Rome Taught Me About Work

This Jubilee trip was a living parable for my business:

  • Faith is an active verb. It walks. It steps through unknown doors. It gets on the wrong bus, laughs, and finds the right route.

  • The right people appear when you operate on trust. We didn’t find the priests. God aligned them with us. Your divine connections are waiting on the other side of your “yes.”

  • Community is your compass. From the ladies who took pictures of us on the first day, Tony the waiter, Chinedu of Afrish, to Fathers Chikere and Tony, every person was a reminder that purpose-driven work is never done alone. It’s supported by community, strengthened by faith, and multiplied through service.

  • The blessing is in the journey, not just the destination. The gelato, the wrong turns, the uncontrollable laughter; the joie de vivre – were not distractions. They were the grace notes.



Faith Over Worry: A Message for the New Year


My Jubilee declaration for you, my friend:  

Hand over the worry. Hand over the frantic planning. Hand over the fear that your vision isn’t big enough or your foundation isn’t solid enough.

Walk in faith. Not a blind faith, but a proven one – the kind that has seen doors open after deadlines are passed and provision arrive after hope has faded.

Your business is more than a revenue stream; but a ministry of impact. Your journey is a guided pilgrimage.

May your every step be lighter for leaving worry behind. May your work be a blessing that ripples out in your community. And may your path, though unexpected, always lead you exactly where you’re meant to be.

Remember that some thresholds are meant to be crossed with a prayer, not a plan. Just step. Grace will meet you on the other side.

With faith and a heart full of Rome,

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