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"I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself." - CS Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Merry Christmas...


For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6

For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten (unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life. (Thus) The Word became flesh and blood,
and moved into the neighborhood.
We saw the glory with our own eyes,
the one-of-a-kind glory,
like Father, like Son,
Generous inside and out,
true from start to finish. John 3:16(amp) John 1:14(msg)

God gave us His best… thus, He can’t and will not withhold anything from good from us. The beauty of Christmas… A reminder of God’s love, mercy and faithfulness.

Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 23, 2016

Joy to the World...

Joy to the World, the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King; 
Let every heart prepare Him room,

And Heaven and nature sing,
 and Heaven and nature sing,

And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.


There’s something about the Christmas season that brings undeniable joy and good cheer. It always seems like the atmosphere changes and people smile more, are more cheerful and are just generally in a jolly good mood… and I’m not just talking Christians. I’m talking about everyone! smiling at random strangers and saying "Merry Christmas" even when they try to change it to "happy holidays" we still get the point... it's Christmas!

The malls and markets are over crowded… gift giving, food cooking and sharing, and the good life in general. They say it’s just the holiday season… but this isn’t just any holiday season even if they choose to deny the fact. It’s not just the stuff gotten that makes it special. I should know… trying to get Christmas gifts for my nieces as happy as I am to do it, is enough to suck the joy out of my thinning wallet… but look, I still have joy even in the midst of spending, however little.

This is the season when Gods salvation plan manifested.
Christ came… and joy came with him. Because in His coming was the fulfillment of his death, burial and resurrection that reconciles us with our heavenly Father and elevates us to the position of honor.
Yesterday, I heard Pastor Onyema Monye say that Christmas season is “a season of fulfilled prophecy"
Something leaped in me when I heard that. It put to words what my heart was trying to shape for this post. 
It Is indeed a season of fulfillment of prophecy… the word that was spoken through the prophets of old and recorded in the bible, from Genesis to Micah and the books between, was fulfilled in this season with the birth of Jesus… the word became flesh and dwelt among us(kjv0... the word became flesh and blood and moved into the neighborhood(msg) John 1:14... who wouldn’t be excited when such a prophecy is fulfilled? That gives me butterflies in my belly. It causes me to rejoice… because it’s a season where my prophecies are fulfilled as well. Jesus coming changed everything for me, and for you. Circumstances and situations have no power to bury this truth.
Joy to the world, in His coming, was the beginning of the process for the perfect sacrifice for my redemption… “Because Jesus was conceived supernaturally without human intervention, His blood was divine, holy and untainted by human sin! And that’s why it was perfectly qualified and perfectly able to wash away every sin of mankind when it was shed at the cross.” Joseph Prince

The joy of the Lord is my strength(Nehemiah 8:10)… because He has come, You and I have Joy and this joy is our strength. Our strength to stare down opposition and shadows that try to cover us.
Because he has come… We will rejoice in the Lord always (Philippians 4:4) even when life doesn’t seem to give us reasons to. We will hold on to the ultimate reason; Christ was born, and through His birth, to the cross, in his death, burial and resurrection, we have eternal life. We have a perfect sacrifice speaking for us. We have salvation and in this salvation is hope… hope in the promise of the cross. In this salvation is all access that qualifies us to be called a son of God. That assures us that just as much as God loves Jesus, we are loved…

Joy to the world because as we have received or will receive Christ, not just into the world but into our lives, according to Ephesians 1:3-11….
We are blessed with every blessing… the minute we connect with him 
We are chosen in Him. 
We are holy, blameless and loved.
We are adopted into His family.
We are accepted in the beloved
We are forgiven… and certainly not licensed to sin in this forgiveness, this grace… rather in the total forgiveness, love and grace and our understanding of His complete undiluted forgiveness and extravagant grace; we are empowered to live above sin.  
We have wisdom; we have all knowledge (There’s so much left untapped because we don’t use the gift of the Holy Spirit as much as we should) 
We Know God's will, because His Spirit is in us.
We are joint heirs with Christ.
All things are ours.
God has invested Himself in us.
We cant be separated from the love of God... ever!

That’s a reason to rejoice. To live in Joy, and with all the points listed in Ephesians 1, there’s even more to rejoice about even in the face of the lies and evil reports the devil tries to throw at us.
Like Herod tried to kill the baby Jesus/the prophecy that was fulfilled, but was unable to even with all his efforts, the devil can’t kill our individual prophecy, as much as he tries … no matter how long it takes, or how far fetched it looks, in the words of Juanita Bynum “the prophecy is still alive” Be encouraged knowing, it can't and wouldn't be killed. be encouraged by the fulfillment of this prophecy that God does not and cannot lie... His word will surely come to pass in your life... the key? Keep your eyes fixed on the slain lamb... the sacrifice of Jesus, His finished work... the blood covenant. Look to the cross and walk in the fulfillment of Gods word concerning you.
So, joy to you... the King is come indeed!

Thursday, December 22, 2016

The First Noel...


The First Noel, the Angels did say

Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay

In fields where they lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winter's night that was so deep.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel

Born is the King of Israel!

                                            The First Noel

The shepherds were going about their own business… watching their flocks on that night when suddenly they saw a host of angels. They encountered something that must have been such a spectacular sight, with a message that changed the world. And with that announcement, they hurried to see for themselves what they had been told
As the angel choir withdrew into heaven, the sheepherders talked it over. “Let’s get over to Bethlehem as fast as we can and see for ourselves what God has revealed to us.” They left, running, and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in the manger. Seeing was believing. They told everyone they met what the angels had said about this child. All who heard the sheepherders were impressed. Luke 2:15-18(msg)

Those shepherds must have been men of great faith… after all the experience of angels doing a praise break (now that’s a sight I’d be triple triple delighted to see, an angelic praise break… it must have been such a sight for the shepherds) they were given the news of the birth of a king… its one thing to get revelation in the presence of God, in an atmosphere where the glory is glaring… in church, in the place of worship or your private fellowship with God… its one thing to get the message, the word in the light of Gods tangible presence... from your pastor etc. It illuminates through you. It lights up your body and your heart is enlarged, you are refreshed and ready for battle… and its another thing to keep the faith after the thrill and excitement of the moment wears out. When the atmosphere isn’t as dense as it was. When the worship music stops and you move away through life, on your way to Bethlehem to see the word, like the shepherds… its one thing, and its one thing to see the word in flesh… because sometimes, most times, it doesn’t always manifest as it is. It comes as a speck, a tiny seed that transforms into something bigger with time… into the promise you’ve been handed.

Those were men of faith to go to Bethlehem and not in the finest inn or home, but in the room where animals were kept, not in a crib, but on a manger where animal food was served… they saw a baby there and they recognized the king in him, not by sight, but by the word spoken to them. They held on to that word to be true even when the surrounding situation was dodgy. I mean we hear from God sometimes, but we still find ourselves in a place of doubt…
They didn’t let their doubt stop their worship… they worshiped the king even when He didn’t look like one. They worshiped Him when he was just a baby in a manger. Even if they questioned when logic slowly seeped in, even when they could convince themselves that maybe they dreamed the angelic hosts rejoicing… they still worshiped, and they didn’t stop there, they went about telling everyone the word concerning the child in a manger. Their conviction must have been so strong, strong enough for the bible to record that those who heard the bizarre news through them were impressed.

You see, God gives us words… and this words manifest in form of seeds, but we refuse to look at this seed, and we ignore them sometimes, because they don’t look like the picture God has shown you. When a baby first forms in its mother’s womb, it looks nothing like a baby. He’s not giving you a full-blown ‘adult’ dream when you haven’t birth it. And sometimes the birthing wouldn’t be where and how you want it to be, it will be in a manger… but don’t be so short sighted, that you fail to recognize the king you have birth becomes it doesn’t come in or from the package you expect.

For who hath despised the day of small things?...(Zechariah 4:10)
Don’t despise the days of small things… when you see the word manifest as a child in a manger… rejoice, worship God for fulfilling His word, and let it grow into the bigger picture that was shown. Don’t kill the vision before it manifests fully because it’s delivered in a different package than what you imagined.Elijah's servant saw the cloud as small as a mans fist and it was enough for Elijah to confidently send a message to the king to get up and going, for he knew he had been answered. (1 Kings 18:43-45)

Also, the shepherds story showed me that we can’t continue despising people because of where they are from (tribe, race, social status)… the shepherds bowed and worshiped the baby Jesus as King, even though Christ was in a manger… in the same grade as they were. But they knew what they heard, and were not fazed by what they saw. Do not despise a person’s journey, you don’t know the king that is seething and preparing for a manifestation that would change. The world.. In the lady who makes your hair, the guy who washes your car, the cab guy who picks you up, the nanny you employed… anyone, everyone. Show respect to those you meet even if they don’t look like the kings you mingle with or hope to dine with. You never know who’s king tomorrow with a vision/mandate that would bless your life.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Little Drummer Boy...

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I am a poor boy too

Pa rum pum pum pum

I have no gift to bring

Pa rum pum pum pum

That's fit to give our King

Pa rum pum pum pum,

rum pum pum pum,

rum pum pum pum

Shall I play for you

Pa rum pum pum pum

On my drum

                       Little Drummer Boy

Of course we know this is more fiction than biblical, but it’ll serve its purpose as it's packed with so much goodness.
The little drummer boy is a charming little boy. The magis/wise men called him to come along with them to see the newborn king… but he was a poor boy in the midst of those taking the finest gifts to present to the baby King… what could a poor boy possibly bring that would be worthy in the midst of the finest gifts of frankincense, gold and myrrh?
He looked at himself, surely he couldn’t afford any finely gift, he couldn’t even afford his most prized treasure, his drum… he made it himself, from scarps and hand downs he gathered.
While he pondered on this, a light bulb of wisdom hit this young lad, he didn’t turn back, he didn’t look at what was tagged his short coming to stop him from coming before the king… he had no gift in the worlds eye, and even in his own eyes that looked worthy… but what he could do, what he had, he offered to give to the king… the rhythm of his drum. He’d rather give that than give nothing…
And that was all he needed. What he had in his hands… and it was such a worthy gift.

I played my drum for Him
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him
Pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum

He didn’t just play the drum, he played his best… Some of us turn away from going to the King/serving the King because we feel we have no gift to give… but sweetie, you really do have a gift to bring like the little drummer boy. Its all about what’s in your hand… any other thing is a bonus.
What are you worshiping the king with? It could be your leadership skills, your organizational skills, your cooking skills, your writing, your speaking, your singing skills… you have something in your hand that’s fit to give the king, if only you would yield and stop thinking hard about it.
You love to play the flute, then play on in service and worship to him…
There’s something about your gift making room for you… it’ll never make that room, if you never decide to yield and use what is in your hand.
How would we sing a carol about you years later if you never yield? :) joke!
But seriously… there’s so much in you waiting for you to manifest, waiting to be manifested through you to bring glory to the King of kings… and the beauty of it is, when you glorify the King with what you have, the world hears about you… look how we sing about that drummer boy… fictional though he is, but down in history he’s gone.

Play your drum… well proverbially speaking… I mean, play your gift, I mean stir your gift, dust it out and enjoy serving it to the king in worship and watch how far He takes it. You’ve got to start the car if you want it to move… maybe all your prayers have been answered and Gods been waiting for you for ages to just start it so he can move it, remember faith without works is dead,
Do you in service, and watch Him do Him in the miraculous. Good God.
What’s in your hand is important to the world, the world around you and most especially to your God… it’s a worthy gift to give the King, by serving humanity.

This brings the parable of the talent (Matthew 25:14-30) to mind, the ones who had five and two talents respectively could pass as those who called the drummer boy to come along as they held their finest gifts, and the one with one talent could pass for the drummer boy… only, he didn’t bury the talent, he went along and played that one talent the best he could and caused the king to smile at him.

So what if others have more talents/gifting than you… play your one, the best you can and watch it thrive.


 

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Away in a Manger...


Away in a manger
No crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down his sweet head
The stars in the sky
Look down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
                                 Away in a Manger

In a barn… that’s where the treasure of heaven was born. In a place that smelled of animals… and he was laid in a manger as a crib. I wouldn’t chose to be born or have my child that way even as a ‘mere’ human… talk less of being God Himself, but He did. And then He filled up Nazareth as His state of origin on all those forms… Nazareth, the town that was despised as worth nothing… a disciple is quoted as saying “can anything good come out of Nazareth?”(John 1:46)

I’m glad He did… out of all the choices of palaces and wealth… He chose this washed out, unconventional and quite ridiculous way to make an entrance… A King of all kings, born in a barn, lay in a manger.
He was born in the lowliest of circumstances to show that in the lowliest of circumstances we find our selves in, He’s ready to come there and save us… no situation is too lowly for Him to intervene… to save or to deliver us from.
Because He did that, today, no matter how lowly we feel, we can welcome Him in… we are accepted as we are. No matter how messed up we feel, no matter how dirty our past choices make us feel. It doesn’t matter if we’ve never lied, or we breathe on lies. It doesn’t matter if we live in palaces or are homeless… however we are, He’s ready to come into our lives with no conditions and when He does, He transforms.

The manger, that lowly ol’ place became a destination place even to this day… people travel from all over the world to visit and stand in awe at what it stands for.
Wise men came with vast riches from far away countries, went through the king’s palace to bow at the King this manger held and present their treasures to Him. Glory came upon that barn... that manger, and it has gone down in history.

“Out of the eater came something to eat,
And out of the strong came something sweet.
Judges 14:14
Out of something bitter, something sweet has come. Are you having a barn and manger experience? Are you so despised that people think nothing good can come out of you? Has the year been so ugly, dirty and unworthy for you that you conclude nothing good can ever come out of all you’ve been through? Can anything good come out of Nazareth?
Has your life been through so many backstreets of life, slept in alleys of depression and picked out food of truth from the trashcans of people’s judgment and rejection?
You, then my love are just the perfect landing for the King of glory. Jesus isn’t such a snob that He ignores you and fixes His attention on just those in the palace, on those on the mountains… He isn’t so out of touch that He wants nothing to do with those in the valley, those who are lost, struggling, in pain, those who it’s been concluded nothing good can ever come out of…. Remember, He came to the world in a mere barn (most likely smelling of animal dung), through a plain girl in Nazareth, a town seen as worth nothing… He laid His royal body in the manger that housed animal feed. You can’t be so bad… and even if you were, He’s willing to come and dwell in you… to dwell in your situation… to dwell in your dreams, your purpose, your life, your marriage… and your hopes…. And when He does… out of that bitterness is something so sweet emerging.

The barn became a center of attraction because heavens glory dwelled within it.
You will become the center of attraction because the glory of heaven has dwelt in you.
The wise men of the world are seeking you out and bringing gifts to you because they have seen what you hold within you. What the Christ in you has equipped you with.
All men seek Jesus (Mark 1:37) and they see Him in you… you are taken from the valley to the mountain top, and your light, the light of the King that has come is shinning in and on you and men are glorifying your Father I heaven, like the shepherds saw the glory in that barn and bowed before it glorifying the heavenly Father for the treasure the barn carried.
God is good. He loves you… He hasn’t forgotten you. Call on Him and He will hear you… your location or your shortcomings isn’t enough to keep Him at bay.
You weren’t born to remain in the backstreet, especially those who already have Christ in them… you can’t remain an ordinary barn or manger when Christ is in you… rise up from where you are. Allow Him to be who He is in you… yield to Him and shine baby shine.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Silent Night...

Silent night, holy night…. Christ the savior is born….
                                                                                     Silent Night.

I love the silent night hymn…
Loads of adjectives describe a silent night; a night that is dead, sullen, inaudible, awful, deathlike, solemn, tongue tied, hushed, and mute... but Christ was born right in the midst of that silence and darkness, to bring light and hope to the world.As much as we called it a silent night... O, what a Holy night it turned out to be.

We go through silent nights sometimes… But when we do, when we face the silence life throws at us, when its not only silent, but dark… that’s not the moment to loose hope, to fade into the darkness and be weighed down by it. that’s the time to rejoice, because the silence of the darkness is the perfect time for Christ to come. For His light to show forth in our lives and the sound of rejoicing to burst forth at the joy He brings. It's a Holy night for you.

What’s silent in your life right now? The world has cast a silent night spell in various ways… from wars and rumors of wars, terrorism and financial crisis enough to marinate a blend of hopelessness and despair in the hearts of all men… including believers. What silent night situation has left you inaudible, unable to respond to life and the questions of your worth and ability to survive, that has left you deathlike… moving through as a living dead, looking alive on the outside but so dead in hopelessness on the inside?
Whatever it is, however deep that you can’t even express yourself… now is the time to rejoice, because Christ the savior is born into that silence. Rejoice because the King is among you, He lives in you… He paid the perfect price for your light to shine ever bright, through the darkness of the world. He paid the price by coming down to earth on that silent dark night… so that you can overcome every other dark silent night that comes.

Rejoice, because Christ the savior is here for you, the darkness is your assurance that your light has come, so rejoice… see Christ in the midst of it and rise up from the ashes.
How do you rejoice? How do you see Christ the King that was born for you? By meditating on His goodness and His love for you.
"For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
You can’t perish, you are not allowed to perish in the deep silence of the night, because God loves you so much and Christ has come for you. See His love and break the silence in your voice of  rejoicing… praise and worship and you’ll rise in the brightness of the morning glory.

“For the LORD is good. His unfailing love continues forever, and his faithfulness continues to each generation” Psalm 100:5
His unfailing love for you continues forever… it does not stop… it is a continuous flow, like a river and it goes beyond forever… to eternity. Nothing can separate you from that love, and that’s your assurance that surely He’s got you in the dark and He will not leave you or forsake you there.

Meditate on the blood sacrifice on that cross that qualifies you for a life of eternal light, not just in heaven beyond but here on earth.
Christ was born in the silence of the night, to give you a voice of rejoicing in the light of His Glory all the days of your life.
Cheer up, He was born so no silent night can ever shut you up and make you inaudible… speak out the love of God for you… nothing can separate you from that love… see that love… and see it with the eyes of a trusting child and see that indeed your Father is there for you and you have conquered the world and life and all the darkness it throws your way. You are victorious and you are full of life. You have jubilee in the midst of the recession. You hear of evil and even if you dwell in the midst of it all, it cannot and will not drown you in it’s darkness. You are walking in fire, but its not consuming you and you are walking through it (Isaiah 43:2)… and you don’t even smell of smoke, you don’t smell like what you’ve been through, because light drowns out every darkness. …
The righteous person may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all;
he protects all his bones, not one of them will be broken. Psalm 34:19-20
It says God delivers you from all the troubles… all the dark nights and when he does, not one of your bones will scale through broken… he protects it all… meaning, no scars… you don’t smell of the smoke, of the darkness. You come out into the light scot-free.

Silent night? Well that’s perfect for the light to come... it's a Holy night!

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
                                                           O, Holy Night.

On Christmas and Carols...


It’s Christmas again…
I really don’t care about the arguments of Christ not been born in December… what’s important is we as Christians have picked a time to celebrate His birth and the world adheres to it… because everyone gets in the Spirit of this beautiful season, and good cheer is truly shared even by those who don’t believe in Christ.
I attended the Hillsong Carols and I’m thankful for all the things it represents. I love it that they haven't taken the Christ out of the carols in the midst of all the production, and it hasn't stopped more 'unchurched' people from flooding to Wembley every year. So much excellence without loosing the essence. They keep raising the bar and showing that church doesn’t mean sloppy in all things but prayers. I attend Hillsong when I’m in London and all I can say is I’m so proud of the standard the set when it comes to doing church, not just in music and worship and service, but in planting Christ and His love in the hearts of all who come in…


We followed the wise men as they followed the starts in a humorous path to the manger where the baby Jesus laid, and on that path was beautiful carols retention’s. One of my favorites amongst the many favorites was drummer boy… I loved how Juliet sprinkled some spicy Yoruba spin on all that sweet sauce….
So, the essence of this post is to introduce the new series I’ll be doing in the five days leading to Christmas. I’m going to be picking different carols and doing a post of hope I draw out from each of the beautifully written hymns. I pray it’ll be a blessing and an encouragement to everyone who reads.

Photocredit: Hillsong London Facebook.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

On Trees and Winter... Growth and Pain... and Rest!




The leaves of a tree provide it with nutrients from sunlight. In the winter on a warm day, the leaves may try to continue the process of providing nutrients, called photosynthesis. Because the process requires water, if the weather gets cold again, the leaves are frozen on the branches, causing them to die. Therefore, the trees would be stuck with dead leaves in the spring, which would lead to the tree's death. Instead, trees become dormant in the winter by pushing off their leaves. They grow a new set in the spring. In tropical climates, trees shed their leaves during the dry season for similar reasons; they would die on the tree.  Source

I’ve learnt not be deceived by this tree… its just winter anyway…. It shed its leaves… it looks dry and dead. But deep inside, it’s brewing, restoring, getting ready to burst forth with fruitfulness… in its season. It’s growing out of the old into the new by shedding. If a tree doesn’t shed its leaves in the winter, it would be stuck with the dead leaves when the new season, which is spring, comes, and that leads to its death.

I’ve seen too many trees blossom to be deceived by one that has shed off in winter. Growth is uncomfortable. It requires leaving the old, the familiar, the snug and coming out with a new… the process isn’t that great I tell you.
It struck me looking at this tree, because I kind of feel that way sometimes; dried out on the outside, like I’m dealing with so many things that have led to a shedding. In this season, I have dealt with grief and I’m dealing with brewing some new things in my life… preparing for a new season of birthing and it’s only right that the shedding happens in my life.
So much growth is happening… I have been so consumed by the outside, the struggle of leaving the comfort of the old in this growth process, and the cold but bitter sweet embrace of the winter blues of grief, that on the outside it seems I’m loosing everything… because I’m holding on to things I should let go off, like pain, like the old… because I fear the growth, the answered prayer… the responsibility of this life that I’m called to that is beyond myself. I get so lost in the outside, that I want to walk away from it all… just open the door and keep walking into oblivion… because it seems too much, this growth, this responsibility, this life… I don’t want to write anymore… I don't want to plan another worship meeting... I don't want to be asked what I plan on doing with my life... I don't want to be looked up to... I don't want the expectations on me... I don't want to present any picture... I don’t want to feel responsible for things I have no control over… I don’t want to say its okay even as much as I know it is, because I cant explain how I know it is. 

Do you feel that way sometimes, that you’re called to something bigger than you and you just cant deal when you look at it from your human perspective… when you see the dream as a dream you dreamed and not one given? Does it feel overwhelming sometimes? When the answered prayers start manifesting and you’re not sure what to do with it… if maybe you prayed amiss, if maybe God as perfect as He is must have mixed things up a bit… aren’t you too messed up for such perfection to be brewing in your heart? But that’s God isn’t it? The best of all, for the worst of all… the least qualified, just to show us how its not about what we can or have done, its all about His grace, His call and His desire to use you.
Am I ready for the new? Is this what I really want. It makes me feel exposed to the elements, just like the tree standing bare and exposed to the cold winter winds. I feel naked, all my leaves fallen; naked enough to be vulnerable enough for fear and doubt to creep in and question my identity, my call, and my purpose…. my abilities.

It gets overwhelming, and so I spend time praying… and in this place of prayer,
I am awakened to my righteousness, awakened to the reality that’s superior to what my mind has painted and hung on the wall of my heart as a prized painting, an art collectors delight… I am awakened in prayers to look inwards at what is brewing. I am given a feast of truth, so much deeper than what my eyes see… I am given a feast of assurance of my security in His righteousness… in His love and a stamp of authentication saying my life is Gods Himself, it isn’t about my ability… In prayer I am given the picture of this tree that has been bared and exposed, this tree that has shed it’s leaves but isn’t done with life, because all these is just a preparation for its transition into a new season of fruitfulness, where the new life within it burst forth and it becomes green and beautiful again and bears fruits and stands out for the world to see.

Growth and change is certain… some change for the worse, but here, it is progressive. The righteous shine brighter and brighter to perfection… that’s what Gods word my ultimate life filter tells me… thus even when it feels the leaves have fallen and I am standing stark naked, exposed to the elements, it’s a progressive path for me, one more step into perfection. And yes, sometimes going higher is scary, but it only is if you look at the elements making you shed your leaves and forget to know that what you’re comfortable with has to be stripped off for new birth to come… that’s why we shouldn’t look outside, we should look inside at all the words we have heard… at the truth painted in our heart, at the fruitfulness coming together and ready to perfectly spring forth in spring and bloom for the world to see… to beautify the world with the glory bursting forth from within.

Learn to see the outside that looks forlorn and drab as a winter ravaged tree with the filter of Gods word… I mean we see almost everything in filters thanks to social media… If I can filter a picture, then I can filter what my eyes see… thus it may look like that tree on the outside, but the word says I am like a tree planted by the rivers…. Blossoming in all season, even if it doesn’t look it to natural eyes, I am blossoming , bursting forth from the inside… I am growing, that’s why I’m shedding, that’s why to you I look dried out, but if you use the filter of Gods word and truth, you will sense my truth, that it’s a new season coming, and something spectacular is about to happen.


Change has come, and I’m embracing it.
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