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Good Morning

 

Good Morning

On my way to work this morning, I took a moment to observe the sky, I allowed my eyes to take in every object before me, I enjoyed the peace within me, that quietness that comes with salvation, I acknowledged it. I admired the beauty of creation, surrounded by tall buildings and a construction site in my background, I was and am grateful to be alive.

I walked through the office door of my workplace and I took my time to really notice those who were already at work. I didn’t greet them all, but I wished them all a blessed day, as I desire for myself and within me I smiled. My reflection on God’s goodness this morning, did not permit me to murmur under my breath against people, to spend my time living in a bubble of fear and pride. I found, the more grateful I was, the more I could appreciate all that God had placed around me, the more I could see His fingers working everyday miracles in my life.

I bless the name of my heavenly Father, and I boast of His faithfulness, His goodness, even within me – my confidence is rooted in His sovereignty.

 

Psalm 92:1 + 2

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High.

To show forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night.

 

And I won’t be afraid that this feeling might be short-lived, and what if tomorrow I don’t feel this way, or my morning isn’t so smooth? I put my trust in my Father, that He will remind me once again of the beauty of the life, He alone has granted me to enjoy.

 

With all sincerity, I say to you, have a blessed day

 

Peace & Love

Made in His Image

Made in His image

Made in His image

Rightly so, as children of God we desire to look like our heavenly Father. All too often I understand the frustration when we fall short.

 

As one of three children, I remember how jealous I became when a family friend visited and said my sister resembled my Mum more than I did. She was clearly mistaken. The competition was never-ending between my Sister and I, to resemble our parents.
“You have your Dad’s eyes”, they would say. “You are a carbon-copy of your Mum!”
They were so passionate and sure of their observations. They enjoyed making the comparison and I enjoyed being reminded of my roots, where I came from.

Identity is a complex thing.

Whilst reading daily devotionals about what it means to be Set Apart – to be Holy, I recognised my strong desire to be like my heavenly Father and God’s even stronger desire, expressed in His word, for us to be like Him.

Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy

1 Peter 1:16

As the devotional revealed to me:

The more time I spend with my Father, the more I seek Him – to learn Christ, to know Christ – the more I will look like Christ. The fruit of the Spirit of God can be borne in my behaviour, my character, my lifestyle and the condition of my heart.  My journey in Christ isn’t hopeless.

 

It amuses us when we see the resemblance developing between a married couple. They may have the same mannerisms or finish each other’s sentences. The similarities that become apparent between two good friends – two peas in a pod – so that one might be mistaken for the other. Likewise, a growing relationship with God is the avenue to looking more like Him.

 

Being Set Apart may not be easy, and yes it is a daily exercise and a continued goal, passing days, passing months, years and decades.

But how delightful it is to look like my Father,
A display of His splendor,
To be refined by His manifested love for me,
Created in His image, formed in His likeness.

 

The more we spend time with God, the more we are conformed to the image of Christ, the more we can be Holy and Set Apart like Christ.

For whom He did foreknow, He also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren.

Romans 8:29

My prayer is that Lord, Your love for us will not allow us to weary of seeking You and spending time with You. Teach us to delight in You Lord, so that we will look more and more like our Lord and personal Saviour Christ Jesus. So that we will be conformed to the image of Christ, just like You intended in Jesus name amen.

 

Peace & Love

Spokenword Sunday – LOVE video

Video version of the love poem, let me know your responses guys x

Love is often misrepresented in our failed and disruptive relationships, there is only one true and consistent representation of love and this is revealed to us in God, in his sacrificing of his only Son in order to pay the debt for our sins – John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. – you may have heard this verse a few times, or read it just as often. But we should ask God to enlighten our spirits and teach our hearts just how great, powerful and enduring His love for us is,  and ask God to teach us how to truly love, that we may not try to receive it or demand it from men/boys and women/girls who are unable to offer God’s perfect love. Amen in Jesus name

May God bless you and meet you at your point of need in Jesus name amen. x

Spokenword Sunday – Love

he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not-1He loves me

He loves me not

He loves me

He loves me not so much that he can say those three words

But I know he must

Cah, the way he looks at me, could be mistaken for lust

But I see the truth in those lies and I hope one day to find the prize hidden in all these disappointments

I know I can make a difference,

I see so much potential in you, though you have no prospects

You talk down to me and I’m the one tryna bring you up to my level,

In my fairy-tale you’re the handsome, teary eyed guy in the suit that lifts my veil.

Actually, I’m pretty sure that I’m too good for you, and maybe I’ll just move on to your friend or two,

But I’m afraid things won’t work out with them,

And I might get paranoid and start thinking I was right when I said Its me and not you.

If you like it then you should have put a ring on it,but I’m dangerously in love and I’ll countdown till your love’s on top so we can be together till the end of time, don’t be the best thing I never had.

Seems like Beyonce’s just as confused as I am.

But God is not a God of confusion, so who is really the source of this vision?

The one I could have made up, I was so desperate for love.

The thirst has created a bunch of zombie wifeys

Weaved out, high heeled to breaking point and tired of celebrating valentines but no anniversaries

Saying no thank you to the bread of life and never-ending well of water spring

Yes please, I’ll have the heartbreak, abuse and unwanted pregnancies.

Sad but true that some people choose to play this game,

Single and ready to mingle, it’s a shame…

But he’ll change, I know he’ll change.

No surprise when things stay the same…

You should know that you’re worth more than rubies

A product of the creator’s design

You deserve more than empty apologies.

I pray as women of God, we seek the patience to wait,

Like Rebekah, Rachel , Hannah, Ruth

Whether He loves me or he love me not

I know one truth

God loves me more

Spokenword Sunday – Pleasing God

Psalm 1:1-6

I’m pleased because of how your 1st class degree in biomedical science,

Hasn’t stopped you from being an usher,

How you raise you head high, directing others to the altar.

I’m pleased because of how you fear no evil in my name,

And rebuke demons through my grace.

You don’t shudder, when darkness lurks,

A child of light, my Father does unimaginable works.

I’m pleased by your ability to sit quietly,

Even when you think that you are right,

Better still when you know you are.

I’m pleased with you, for the persecution you took for my name’s sake

The odd stares and the empty sympathising from the lost,

The shaking of heads, as they carry sins weight.

I’m pleased because you turned down that six figure salary,

Because they asked you to dishonour the Sabbath,

You said “everyday is holy, but you should understand, Sunday is like Father’s day to me”.

I’m please because you’re slow to speak and slow to anger,

I’m pleased when you say “na thanks”, to the most sort after invitation to the party of the year.

I’m pleased because you didn’t approach Brother A,

Despite your craving emotions,

Even if he did smile at you a little longer than the others.

I’m pleased because you respected Sister B, all the way to the altar,

Abstaining and patiently waiting, without falter.

I’m pleased with your boldness among those who believe the least,

You boast about your God and shame the beast.

And your humility among those who believe the most,

Humble servant of Lord of hosts.

I’m pleased with you for giving up your favourite tv show,

Fasting, and putting your body under control

I’m pleased by how little the pride you acquire, and how great your gratefulness for my grace and sacrifice,

That I admire.

And when my father sends me, on the day of judgement,

I will know you, and I will speak merrily of you,

Because I’m so pleased with you.

Amen