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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
You Only Live Once
How many people here have heard that saying?
Who doesn’t know what the acronym YOLO represents?
You only live once
You only live once
It came to me as I was watching some inspiring Christian poetry
I realised how the devil really works
How he can take a strong warning and distort it into the end of every joke
The excuse for every foolish and selfish act
Who benefits from your yolo-ing?
Don’t you know that there is only one beneficiary to sin, the devil,
He gains another soul in hell
Do we even listen to the things that come out of our mouths?
Christ told us, this is what defiles a man
You only live once
Do you understand what that means,
That means that if the floor were to separate and swallow us all,
No clubbing tomorrow,
You won’t have the opportunity to complain about your weight
Or the fact that your new iphone five, causing suicides in China,
Selling at prices enough to feed villages in Africa,
You won’t be able to worry about who is or is not whatsapping you
where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth
And I guess I’m a hypocrite because my phone cost me over £400
How ironic that I should struggle to pay my rent some months and carry the value in the palm of my hand.
You only live once,
Try weed, try drugs, have sex with him and her too
Do whatever you want to do because you only live once
Tattoo only God can judge me
Just to show how daring and creative you can be
But only God can judge you and don’t worry he will
You’ll have the opportunity to explain to him why you felt so strongly about judgement that you needed to permanently mark it on the walls of his temple
Cause our body is his temple
We don’t even think about what those four letters mean
If you’re given the grace to understand then please understand
Yes its true this body only survives one life time, but your spirit is eternal
It would have been better for some if they hadn’t been born because by being born you’ve enter a contract forever
You’ll always be in existence
I’m not saying yolo-ing is wrong, I yolo often
Saying things I don’t want to say because of human fear, that I know I have to say because of God because I’ll only live on this earth once
I won’t have the opportunity to come back and do things the right way having learned of hell
The guy you spent half of your teenage years chasing, the image you almost killed yourself for,
They won’t matter once death comes
Is it me or does it seem sensible to utilize this life on earth, that we only have to live once, to do things that will save us from burning for eternity
In fact I am mostly talking to myself here
Because I know I’ve ended a stupid decision with the word YOLO!
Do you know how many people have taken some drug just once and died, they know the true meaning of YOLO
Said the wrong thing and been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had life snatched away from them
You Only Live Once
‘God’s word is alive and working and is sharper than a double-edged sword. It cuts all the way into us, where the soul and spirit are joined, to the center of our joints and bones. And it judges the thoughts and feelings in our hearts. Nothing in all the world can be hidden from God. Everything is clear and lies open before him, and to him we must explain the way we have lived.’ Hebrews 4:12 – 13 (WEB)
Have mercy on me Father,
For my flesh hungers for destruction,
Battle ah go between the spirit and the flesh
Today one wins, yesterday the other prevailed
Meaningless are the battles, so long as the war is God’s
Redeemer fight for me, because I fear I am too weak
I ask and plead for strength
Because this loneliness is one never experienced before
And my flesh cries out in desolation
My spirit whimpers, as I lust and want
Not as wanting itself would want
What paradox am I, what contradiction
That God the creator of love’s love should not be enough?
So I wipe away my tears again
I repent again
And I prepare for battle again, because so long as we are on this earth,
The flesh will persist in trying
So the spirit likewise must not surrender
Pray watchfully , do not sleep
Only to wake up in sin.
I’ll take your slander in my stride
I won’t crumble inside
No, there won’t be shrapnel for you to keep a souvenir
And I was a fool in lust
I will be humble in love
How sweet was the bitter tasting sin?
A snare misconstrued for a smile
I’ll just go home this time
No, when you return I won’t be nervously waiting
No soldier waits idly for battle,
No man waits for death
I’m putting on my armour,
How will I die when I serve the living word?