Sunday, September 27, 2015
My mum called and I wasn’t sounding myself while we spoke, thus I had to admit to her I wasn’t feeling well. I had been having difficult nights for some days. The worse of it had passed, and I was doing fine, just dealing with the residue of the symptoms when mum found out. I didn’t let her know when there was danger and I needed a hospital because I hate the overreaction from her, especially as it tends to triple when she’s not around you to know how you’re doing for herself. She got to know when I felt much better, but she still panicked. Mum kept calling to check on me and find out how I was feeling. She told my aunt, who joined in the nagging calls, and insisting I stay home to rest. I laughed to myself as much as I was getting a little put off by their worry. My mind was like, “dudes… I’m not ill. When I could have dropped you had no idea I was ill and when I’m feeling strong you’re worrying your pants off.”
Most times we go through really bad situations and God doesn’t reveal these things to us when we’re in the deep end until He brings us out of the emergency room, and then we panic at the little we see, clueless that it’s just a residue of something worse. (Well, that’s what I think and I’m sticking with it) I’m sure He just shakes His head at us in amazement, like chill child, If only you knew what I just delivered you from, you wouldn’t be loosing your pants over this little symptoms that you see.
Thank God for battles unseen He’s brought us out of.
I’ve come to realize that if God lets me see it, its because the worse is over. Like I only gave away that I wasn’t feeling too strong to my mum because the worse was over. The troubles that appear are just shadows of the real battle God already won. What can shadows do? Nothing… they only seem to have power when we allow fear drape over us as we run in circles round the harmless shadows.
The psalmist says “ yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” Psalms 23:4
He walks through the valley of the shadow of death, not the valley of death… so even here, he tells us that all the valley holds is just shadows and not death itself, thus we don’t need to fear in the midst of the problems, for God is with us, and He’s dealt with the worse of it already.
What are you going through right now? As bad as it looks, remember, shadows, don’t let fear get you to the place of depression. Even it’s all up in your face, remember, God’s dealt with the worse already, and this is just the residue symptoms of something worse, and it’s going to be alright.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
A little throwback... I’m editing and reposting this…
What if we can use our smartphones when we're raptured?
Oh what madness, twitter, instagram, facebook and bbm updates would go crazy. Some of the things you'd see up would be:
Oh what madness, twitter, instagram, facebook and bbm updates would go crazy. Some of the things you'd see up would be:
Yo, Jesus just came and I'm so excited. I'm going home baybay!!! Rt if you're ascending too. ;)
Wow, you wouldn’t believe who just soared past me...its @inyamu_fq who would’ve thought that one would make it.
Y'all should see the angels, its crazy up here. Imma post a picture for you in a bit. #rapturetweets
If you're not here you're on a lonnnng thing. Fi le!!! #rapturetohbad
@mboy: See this bad guy o @jboy how u take join us? You don bring your 419 here ba?
@jboy: Guy, the tin fear me o, I just go church 2day o, just now I take altar call I dey c myself here RT@mboy: See this bad guy o @jboy how u take join us? U don bring ur 419 here ba?
@Savedlady209: Wait a minute, where's @pastoryomi we were standing together and I don't see him going up with me.#iknewit #fakeprophetalert
There would be rapture selfies with these captions…
Kai, see beef o, All of you hating on me, remember when I was posting all those messages and you blocked me? #donthate #thatisall #chewgrenade #hugtransforemer #meIdongo #raptureselfie
It’s so sad, seeing all the peeps left behind. O well so excited, seeing my mansion in a minute yayyyy!!! Can’t wait to post more pictures. #mansionselfie #neverendingvacation #igotpaid
Look who the trumpet called... #raptureselfie #i’mtoosexyfortheearth
I can think of more annoying things that would be posted, the insensitive smug statements and I told you so. Because really, everyone wants to show off one way or the other and the rapture seems like the ultimate showoff.
But thank God He wouldn't let anyone rub it in anyone's face...because we are saved only by GRACE and GRACE alone, not by our works, so we have no right to disparage anyone like we earned the right to riding the wind to heaven.
The world of Christendom where love ought to reign as king has some people walking around with the ‘holier than thou, better than thou attitude.’
Salvation has no class and is absolutely free, or else some of us would be made to sit in economy by the real Christians, with only the 'chicken and beef' option to choose from while they lounge in first class with chinaware and a menu because they're 'more Christian' than us.... All because we refuse to clean our makeups and take off our earrings after salvation.
#thankGodforgrace it humbles us.
I recently got to hear about a conversation a pastor had about me.
This lady went to the same uni as I did. We never spoke because we didn’t have anything in common.
Years later I see her again and she happens to be the wife of a pastor I just got acquainted with. I had to make a quick stop at their home with a friend one day and so I gave her that respect that comes with the title. And for the first time, we got to say hello and I even got to hug her and we’ve smiled at each other and exchanged pleasantries whenever we see since then. And then I hear this; her husband calls this friend of mine some days after our visit and warns him off me. His wife apparently said some nasty things about me, and this pastor relayed the vicious talk saying I painted the town red and black back in the day. He goes on to talk about how all these girls who have rocked come to church and you don’t know what they want, meaning, drop her like she’s hot before she corrupts you! Apparently I was given the censored version of the pastoral advisory call. My friend was too disappointed at the pastor; he kept that conversation from me for so long and when he spilled, he censored it. (Well, yes I agree I painted the town red and black. I still paint towns red… I’ve never been one to be ignored.)
Am I mad that they said untrue nasty things about me? Na, I find it hilarious… that’s what happens when you stand from a vantage point of truth, you laugh off the stories. Even if they are true, you still laugh because they’re in the past, and as much as it kills you when they’re lies, you laugh as well, because well…
What hurt was that this pastor made a statement about “these girls” coming to church. That’s where my pain came from. I'm so thankful he isn't my pastor!
Now this is a head pastor of a church that isn’t an old traditional church, a church that is meant to teach grace, and this is the statement he made. Even if I really had that past, even If I was the head Rahab of the town, the chief prostitute of my uni, and my car was bought by an Alhaji and the nice clothes I wore then by a minister… even if I was all that and more, isn’t the church supposed to be a watering hole for my spirit? A place for my mind to be renewed and transformed? Isn’t Christianity about the forgiveness of sins? Shouldn’t he be happy that a town painter now dwells in the congregation of the righteous, and has taken a step in rebuilding her life? Has come for her soul to be healed and cleansed? Shouldn’t people be welcomed with open arms irrespective of their pasts? Is the church for the saved? Jesus said He came for the sick.
The hospital wouldn’t be a hospital if we didn’t have sick people coming in there alongside healthy people who come in to maintain good health. The church seizes to be the church if it doesn’t accept sinners. If this wasn’t me who is so sure of who I am and my stance with God, and it was a true story of some girl with the past they painted, what would she do? Will she be so crushed that her past was dug up and used to try and dissuade a male interest from her? Will she go back to a hole of condemnation, seeing herself less than Christ sees her and probably telling herself she deserves nothing nice because she did some not so nice things in the past?
How many people have been sent out of church because of their past? Instead of healing, they get condemnation and retreat to their old life or live a tortured life, even after Christ says when we are in Him we are made new and there is no condemnation.
This post isn’t about what was said about me. It’s about the pastor’s reaction to his wife’s lies, his obvious glee at condemnation, that he had information to dissuade a friend from thinking too deeply into anything further with me. Shouldn’t he have been excited that God can save anyone… even a girl who rivals Rahab? I mean he’s supposed to be my friend, so if his intentions were righteous, shouldn’t he have called me to counsel me? Or was he scared I’d paint him red and black as well when we get to his office?
I obviously still stand in a class higher than she is… or why else would she want to put me down with lies? (I just realize I still don’t know her name, I only know her as pastor xxx’s wife) I’m still painting not just the town red and black or whatever color her husband says, I’m painting the world in more colors than that, and in that vantage position God has lifted me, still above her, I will hug her and her husband and smile and give them the respect their office demands. I will act like I heard nothing, I know nothing… But I’ll do this petty post as long as it drives my point home.
What’s my point? Sinners should be able to be in church, not proud of whom they’ve been, but unashamed of where they’ve come out from, because they’ve met with this grace that transforms life and makes you more beautiful than your past.
And so when the rapture happens, I hope I’ll have no more colors left in me, because I’ve emptied it out painting the world in colors of love, colors that overwhelm the painting of condemnations in the lives of the people whose world I encounter. I hope I wouldn’t be one smugly tweeting if we are somehow allowed a phone and wifi.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
I was thinking about an attitude I had towards a certain girl. You see, I was justified to feel that way about her, because literally every mutual acquaintance had the same thing to say about her, so it wasn’t a hating. I started reviewing myself when I realized we were always talking about her, we didn’t see it as gossip per se, we just constantly reviewed her shenanigans after different run-ins with her. After one of those talks, I got upset with myself and reviewed my mind; I told myself it had to stop, so what if she’s that way? So what if everybody has an issue with the way she is? So what? Why was I being consumed with her? I could disagree with all she stands for, but I really don’t need to talk about her as much as I do or at all. I made up my mind to stop after examining my mind in the mirror of my faith.
A few days later I was in church and this statement hit me from the pastors sermon “We give more attention to how we look than how we think”
I love mirrors. I don’t pass a chance to give myself a stare, because I love myself. Not in the Johnny Bravo kind of way. Now I don’t think it’s a bad thing or a vain thing, I’d rather this self-love than have zero confidence that keeps me away from mirrors. Even on days I know I look good, I still double check when I see my reflection on a car or a window, my friends sunglasses or anywhere that can give a reflection, as long as I don’t look obvious doing it. I don’t come out looking super model glam after all my time in front of the mirror, but I impress me most times, I’ve got a couple of mirror selfies to show for it.
Wouldn’t it be way cooler if only we would look at our minds with the mirror of the word as often as we check ourselves out in the mirror? We'd have transformed minds more beautiful than our well made up faces! I’m not pointing fingers; I’m a culprit when it comes to not consistently studying my bible. I see people who at every break bring out a bible to study, you know, just like I look in a mirror at any chance I get, and I’m thinking … you’re so cool bro!
The day I stopped to review my attitude to this lady was one of the days I looked at my mind in a mirror. As a face is reflected in water, so the heart reflects the real person. Porverbs 27:19(NLT)
Are our hearts as beautiful as our faces? Because with all the beauty in the world, enough to qualify you for the number 1-100 spot on some most beautiful list, you’re only as beautiful as your heart is.
You see, I don’t keep staring in the mirror because I’ve forgotten what I look like. I keep staring because I want to see more, to reassure myself sometimes that I really do look good and my outfit is ‘on point’, nothing sticking out, no VPL, no rips, stains or peeping toms. I want to adjust my makeup or give my confidence a boost by smiling at myself. That's why I don't just look once a day and move on with life. All the same reasons why we should keep reading the word, looking into the mirror of the heart even when/if we've read it before… to adjust, to reassure, to boost our confidence/faith, to stand tall knowing who we are in Christ and what we look like and to seek for change and adjustment where we see a crooked crown.
And all of us, as with unveiled face, [because we] continued to behold [in the Word of God] as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are constantly being transfigured into His very own image in ever increasing splendor and from one degree of glory to another; [for this comes] from the Lord [Who is] the Spirit. 2 Corinthians 3:18(AMP)
The more we glance in the mirror of the scripture, the more our minds are being renewed and we begin to be transformed in our attitude, displaying God’s glory in the way we live. Glancing in the physical mirror is a daily necessity for me, even when I’m running late, no matter how flitting It is… Lets make glancing into the mirror of the word just as important as the floor-length mirror we’re so in love with, even when we feel like there’s no time, lets make enough time to glance into the mirror of life. It's time to give more attention to how you think than how you look. Your thinking is shaped my what mirror you use to reflection on your mind...
Saturday, August 29, 2015
I found something I wrote a few months ago, when an application I sent in wasn’t approved. When I got the email giving flimsy reasons for the rejection, I felt cold and angry, because I knew someone somewhere was just being mean and I wondered if I should have bypassed the process and just gone straight to the boss through an acquaintance… But this was only for a few minutes, because soon after, I was writing this words of encouragement, because I knew that even though it hurt, only better could come out of it.
Reading it today again has rekindled my heart to the truth of how trustworthy our God is…
This isn’t a set back for me. It’s an upliftment. God never takes backward steps with the righteous, they rise even when all seems fallen. They shine brighter and brighter even when all seems gloomy and situations bring storms
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. He loves you and only thinks great thoughts and loving thoughts towards you.
Daddy loves you more than any earthly being ever has or ever will. Trust His hand and His will. Trust His love and His goodness. Trust His excellence and His perfect plans. Just trust, don’t try to understand. Trust.
Daddy’s got you. He’s in control.
Rest child, rest!
He hears you. Rest.
I pray this blesses someone today.
God’s go you baby, chill!
Monday, August 17, 2015
I take loads of selfies! But post very few on social media, and the few I post have to be near perfect in my eyes.
I don’t see myself as unattractive… which is me trying to humbly say, I think I’m a fine girl. But in taking selfies, I have come up with a theory… it doesn’t matter how fine you are, you almost never post the first selfie you take from a batch. You take a couple till you get the perfect one; you know the one that captures your good side. Well, that’s my story, not sure if any other person shares this struggle sometimes. “Your phone is full of 300 selfies in a row because that's what it takes to get the perfect shot.” the struggle! (FACT: I actually take a lot of beautiful first time selfies, but this truth would hurt my post. I am the exception :0)
A video posted by Chief Obi (@chief_obi) on
They don’t see how you struggle to get the perfect lighting. The don’t see the one where your nose appeared too big from one angle, they don’t see the number of deleted ones, and that’s what hurts most spectators… the fact that they never see your backstage struggles, just your highlight reels.
People think I’ve got this Christian thing locked in perfection… well I know Christ covers me and sees me perfect. But have you seen my Christian struggle? The preachers who stand on pulpits after putting up a perfect game face, you have no idea what he had to push through to stand.
I love God, how couldn’t I? When He loves me as much as He does even with knowing me as much as He does! But I struggle sometimes. I struggle with certain things that don’t make you question my authenticity as a Christian.
You see sometimes it’s hard to be happy for people. Not hard per se, but it just hits you from one angle… but then you struggle through all the insecurities, and you finally get the perfect look after many attempts, the look that says Gods got you and you’re amazing the way you are and everyone has a different path to tread, and then smile and congratulate them genuinely. We may all have it together, but sometimes, life seems to test your faith and how solid the ground you stand on is when it seems to rub off other peoples perceived success in your face, and you forget you’re not running the same race… you forget that its not a competition, and that her making it even if it doesn’t benefit you directly, benefits you in someway. How? Well the fact that God is good and there’s one more person out there testifying of His goodness should make you trust and love your Daddy more.
People think I have it all together, maybe because of the fact that I say and live like it is well always, or write posts to encourage, and annoyingly seem like Mary Poppins who is never flustered and always ready doesn’t mean I am. I go through troubles, I worry at times, I don’t have a good look some times, but I’m able to find a perfect lighting most times, to get a stunning selfie to put out there. I go through a lot of flustered situations before I come through with the perfect post/selfie. Because I have been through and I have learned and I still learn to trust in the midst of it all. And in my learning, I am inspired to inspire.
All those perfect selfies out there? Why/how did they get the perfect shot? Because they refused to give up, they were determined to keep clicking till they got a satisfied result for you to see.
Don’t judge your behind the scene moments with another’s finished cut!
Monday, August 10, 2015
We were travelling back to Makurdi from Abuja and it begun to rain heavily. It was pouring hard and visibility was poor. My mum panicked and asked the driver to pull over and park till it stopped raining, but the driver and I both protested. I told her it wasn’t safe to park in this condition. Stopping would put us in more danger than moving.
After saying that to her, it got me thinking… how many of us have parked/are parking because the storm is too strong, and the rain is pouring heavily? How many of us have given up and locked ourselves up, locked others up, given up on a relationship, a job or a dream just because our lives are experiencing a downpour and we just don’t have the will to move forward, because visibility is blurred and it just feels so hard?
We may feel like giving in to self-pity and curling up in a depressive ball would help, but it doesn’t. The way to get out of the storm is to keep moving. And remember that when you move in a downpour you don’t speed through, or else you would crash, so it’s ok when you feel like you’re moving too slow, and whatever issue still seems to be staring you in the face, it doesn’t mean it’s won, you’re still right on track as long as you’re taking steps ahead and not folded up in despair, know that each time you move, you’re closer to the other side with blue skies.
The healing process takes time when you’ve been hurt, and because you’re healing, you don’t rush through the hurt and act like it never happened, but you take deliberate steps, till you move over to the other side. Don’t rush into the next relationship because the last failed and knocked you out, while you shouldn’t stay parked in heartbreak, move slowly to the next so you don’t crash. Don’t run to the next town or the next church because you’ve been hurt by someone in the last…
Before long, we were out of the downpour because we kept moving albeit slowly. With each step you take, you move from the deep end of the storm and before long you’re under blue skies again, were visibility is perfect and you pick up your speed.
Stopping is dangerous. Stopping is awful… we sometimes lose everything because we are too scared to risk everything on a trust and move. You can’t see clearly? Well you’ve heard God give a word of assurance that He’ll never leave you or forsake you, let that be the light to your path, let that be the wiper that gives you the view of the next step, let every step be deliberate, but sure and certain… till you get there. Before long you’re under blue skies again and the sun is shinning, the only thing left to remind you of the storm you’ve been through are drops of water hanging on to your car, and that would be dried up by the sun before long.
Persevere in your trust in God and in prayer and keep moving baby…
Friday, July 31, 2015
This video on instagram… both hilarious and truth laden! Got me laughing and got me pensive.
People are so desperate, and desperate people run from the simple solutions to the complicated, because less is more is a farce, but more is a more convincing truth and we have people who have risen to the occasion to take advantage of this situation, preying on the poor poor humans. The self-acclaimed prophets with the same job description as the psychics. We look for a quick fix, ‘magic’ in church that we run from the main deal… The word! We run to the sideshows, the circus houses where ‘magic’ is displayed and as long as there is deliverance ‘drama’ playing out, we’re good. We don’t care to discern if the Spirit of God resides in that house, because we can’t discern in the first place because we have refused to know the word for ourselves. We’re sold to the prophets who can tell us our eyes are brown and our mothers are females.
We’re in the last days talked about in the bible “in confusion, the lying preachers will come forward and deceive a lot of people” Matthew 24:11(MSG)
The other day I read a story of a preacher in SA making his congregation eat grass, the same preacher who stomped on their backs, who made them eat pieces of clothes and the same who made some swallow a live snake. I ask why would they go there? Because the magic that happens there is enough to captivate them and convince them that they should do what he says, because he prophesied that they have eyes to see, or something as captivating as that.
Right here in Nigeria, most houses have their TV tuned to a certain prophet 24hrs. I’m not judging, I have people close to me sold out to this psychic/prophet. Do I hear the word been preached and when I do, do I HEAR the word been preached? Do I see a Spirit filled man? No, all I see is drama, drama so intriguing, that even with my stance as a Spirit filled woman, I get drawn into the show… where the demons entertain us real good with stories that touch, and members of the congregation left intrigued and clapping profusely. Nollywood, watch out for part 5!
Driving into Abuja, you see all sorts of billboards of prophets, and right beside their shinning smiling faces are Nollywood stars… Okon, mama G etc to add flava to the service of the day, those handbills and billboard cement the fact that you’re in for one hell of a live Nollywood show. These churches are filled to the overflow… why are we so easily swayed?
Why do we let bad dreams make us foolish and afraid? Why can’t we pray against them? What happened to taking authority? Because we haven’t read the word to understand just how powerful we are. We need our pastors, but any pastor who makes you dependent on him is a suspect. If he doesn’t try to stir you towards maturing in your walk with Christ, and always has a prophecy for you, then….
Suya nights and koboko nights are not going to kill your enemies/afflictions…
Telling you that someone tied your womb isn’t going to give you a child… the word of God is! Jesus is the answer, so even if your prophet is a professor of prophecy, is he isn’t giving you a solution in the word to the said problem? Or is he demanding a fee? If yes, then you’re just in a magic show house, a circus ring, and a clown in the drama unfolding for the congregation. O, and if you have to pay for every information of doom to be spelt out for you, with no solution, I’m so sorry darling, so sorry that your mind had to be so washed up. Wake up from this sleep sleeping beauty. Let Jesus kiss you awake, and be awake to His word, to the life found in the word. Wake up and break free from this deception.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
The body wasn’t built for stress, that’s why it crumbles when we spend time worrying; migraines, high bps, stomach upsets, depression etc. Personally, my appetite shuts down when I’m worrying or stressed out about something. I would go for days looking normal but despising food and not feeling hungry even as much as I try to haunt out the foodie in me. I don’t eat and I lose weight, loads of weight when I let issues hold my mind captive. I also realize that I tend to need regular puffs from an inhaler when I sink into the lowest ebb of worry.
‘Casting the whole of your care [all your anxieties, all your worries, all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully.’ 1 Peter 5:7(AMP)
God never intended for us to carry our burdens, that’s why we fall when we insist on worrying, because we are carrying so much more than we were designed to hold. Our body wasn’t built for stress. We’re carrying on our shoulders what God has told us is His to carry, and because we aren’t built for all that weight, most often than not, we crumble under it in one form of illness/mental breakdown or another. Cast all your burdens on God, don’t worry if you’ve given Him too much to carry, keep throwing them at Him, that’s one of His self-assigned job descriptions. Cast ALL your cares, not some on Him. He’s got you. Cast can also be described as throwing something forcefully, so you see, we’re not to be gentle with the problems, we’re to throw them at Him, like yank them off ourselves/our minds and fling at Him… not my words, His! That's what He's asked us to do.
I’m trying to ease into that life of not worrying. It’s not the easiest thing in the world to do, not worrying… Na! It’s hard to not worry, but it’s so beautiful when I don’t. In those moments that I leave things to God, and take my mind off worrying, I feel lighter and then suddenly, I begin to see results. It’s not magic, it’s God!
I still worry most of the time, but with each new challenge, I learn that this God, this one who says He’s my Father and calls Himself my friend and says He loves me more than I could ever think is the perfect burden bearer, the perfect comforter I can ‘ugly’ cry to, the perfect counsel that advises on what to do, and the perfect arm that gives me rest over whatever issue. With each new burden I throw at Him after life has thrown its challenges at me, I am made to realize that He’s truly got me.
God’s got me, He’s got you too!
Remember... ‘Casting the whole of your care [all your anxieties, all your worries, all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully.’ 1 Peter 5:7(AMP)
Thursday, July 16, 2015
I love my uncle E and his story telling self. But when you’re the subject of his story, it really isn’t as fascinating as it usually is when it’s someone else. Once upon a time, I was on the chubby size side of life and I loved me some bread and boiled egg… all the time! That was my joy, some turn to chocolate for comfort eating, I turned to bread and egg.
On this fateful day, I was holding my boiled egg, getting ready to peel the shell off that piece of goodness and have a good meal of boiled egg tucked into roughly cut agege textured bread with a blue band spread and a very creamy cup of bournvita.
I don’t know why I was holding the egg out of my plate and heading to the kitchen, but I was, and just before I got to the door leading to the kitchen, I slipped and fell real hard.
According to my uncle… I say according to Him because I refuse to recount that moment and admit that he speaks the truth. So, according to him, I wasn’t thinking of bracing myself for the fall, I was only thinking about saving the egg, because the hand with the egg was lifted away from the disaster, egg still in tact, while my body was wiped on the floor. Now that’s a crazy thing to say… but for the sake of this post, I’ll go with the flow of his version of my fall.
The egg was dear to me, and instead of saving myself and losing my egg in that fall, I saved my egg and lived with the consequences of that fall. My two hands would have reduced the impact, but na, I wasn’t letting go of that egg.
You see there are things that should be so precious to us, that if our world falls apart, we have our hands holding on to it to the end. We don’t let the fall take our expectation, our hope away. I didn’t let that fall take the desire for the fulfillment of my craving for a nice boiled egg sandwich away.
There’s a word, a promise from God we must hold on to even when the world falls apart. When new laws that make fun of God’s word are passed, when the political environment feels bleak, when the rent is due and the bank account is red. When time seems to be on a rat race with you and all those plans remain where they are, when your confidence is dilly dallying with your reality and tugging at your emotions and what you believe. When you fall into sin… hold on to the word!
The word that was given to you. Hold on to the word, the word that points to Jesus as the beginning, end and center of everything. The word that is Jesus.
When scoffers come and try to floor you with their own version of the truth, when they mock your beliefs and bring new ways and twists to the word… hold on to the truth of what you’ve heard and read and believed, even when you are persecuted, hold on to Jesus, the true one, not the distorted one.
“I want you to remember what the holy prophets said long ago and what our Lord and Savior commanded through your apostles.
Most importantly, I want to remind you that in the last days scoffers will come, mocking the truth and following their own desires.” 2 peter 3:2-3 (NLT)
“You already know these things, dear friends. So be on guard; then you will not be carried away by the errors of these wicked people and lose your own secure footing. Rather, you must grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
All glory to him, both now and forever! Amen.” 2 peter 3:17-18
I was brave. I chose to uphold my snack and bear the consequence of bruised buttocks. (The impact of bum on tile isn’t so nice.) Just like this scripture says…
‘Keep your eyes open, hold tight to your convictions, give it all you’ve got, be resolute, and love without stopping.’ 1 Corinthians 16:13-14(msg)
Something else that should be guarded at all times… your heart! ‘Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.’ Proverbs 4:23.
When the world throws its chaos and you find yourself in different challenges that floors you, as much as you’re in the reality of that situation, guard your heart. Don’t let negative thoughts come in, even when you’re sinking in trouble, guard your heart that houses God’s word that translates to life, that says you’re standing even when you fall… guard your heart against worry, even when the threat of eviction looms. So your world make have hit rock bottom… literally (my bottom literally hit rock in that fall), but let your heart be the one thing you save even as you see everything closing in on you, for in your heart is the word, the word that is Jesus, the word that is true even in the face of the facts, the word that saves. You hit rock bottom, well, that’s not the end, Jesus hit rock bottom in the grave, but look what happened… The resurrection! That same resurrection power works in you.
No matter how hard the fall is, save the egg!