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Completeness

This is a lovely follow up from yesterday’s post from My Utmost. Do enjoy.


Completeness

Whenever anything begins to disintegrate your life with Jesus Christ, turn to Him at once and ask Him to establish rest. Never allow anything to remain which is making the dis-peace.

Jealously guard your rest with the Lord. If there’s anything bothering your heart, especially at the time of prayer, check it before it wrecks you. Don’t take your rest with the Lord for granted, it is your divine right as a child of God!

Take every element of disintegration as something to wrestle against, and not to suffer. Say — “Lord, prove Thy consciousness in me,” and self-consciousness will go and He will be all in all. Beware of allowing self-consciousness to continue because by slow degrees it will awaken self-pity, and self-pity is Satanic.

“Well, I am not understood; this is a thing they ought to apologize for; that is a point I really must have cleared up.” Leave others alone and ask the Lord to give you Christ-consciousness, and He will poise you until the completeness is absolute.

I like how yesterday’s devotional spoke about looking onto Christ as a remedy from focusing on our own selves, and this one speaks about Christ consciousness as a remedy for when we want to compare ourselves to others, or when they say things to us which are unkind. We must always remember that people will be people. Always. They may hurt your feelings and make you upset. They may belittle you and underestimate you. They may plot against you and betray you.

The key to your own happiness is in your hands. It depends on you to decide that against all odds, you will remain joyful. Do not give in to self-pity. Plug into the Lord, He is your one source of joy and peace. The world cannot give that to you!

The complete life is the life of a child. When I am consciously conscious, there is something wrong. It is the sick man who knows what health is. The child of God is not conscious of the will of God because he is the will of God. When there has been the slightest deviation from the will of God, we begin to ask — “What is Thy will?” A child of God never prays to be conscious that God answers prayer, he is so restfully certain that God always does answer prayer.

Hmmm. This makes me think. All the times when I’ve called out to Lord asking Him for His will have been born out of something less than perfect unity with the Lord. Whenever I feel fear and confusion creeping up in my spirit, there’s something wrong. I’m beginning to deviate from perfect communion with the Lord. When we’re walking with the Lord, it becomes redundant to ask Him for His opinion on things because we have such perfect oneness that our thoughts become His thoughts, and His thoughts, our thoughts.

This is the beauty of the relationship and oneness which the Lord desires to share with us. Oh Lord, please give us the grace to yield to you- wholly and fully!

If we try to overcome self-consciousness by any commonsense method, we will develop it tremendously. Jesus says, “Come unto Me and I will give you rest,” i.e., Christ-consciousness will take the place of self-consciousness. Wherever Jesus comes He establishes rest, the rest of the perfection of activity that is never conscious of itself.

I wish I had something as profound to say about this bit but that’s it really. Whenever we rely on Jesus, He brings all things under His control and He gives us the rest that we all so desperately need, whether we realize it or not.


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Why am I so self-conscious?

Thank you very much for your well wishes from my previous post! I do feel much better and the cold is rolling over. When I spoke with my mother over the phone yesterday, she reminded me that the Word of God is an antibiotic that cleanses our bodies and our minds. She said that as I go to church and listen to the word of God, His word will penetrate my entire being and bring wholeness to my body (and mind, of course). Can I get an amen?

Here’s a devotional from My Utmost, and it’s spot on about some of the issues I’ve been dealing with recently. As always, my own thoughts are in italics. Do enjoy!


The Sin of Self-Consciousness

God means us to live a fully-orbed life in Christ Jesus, but there are times when that life is attacked from the outside, and we tumble into a way of introspection which we thought had gone. Self-consciousness is the first thing that will upset the completeness of the life in God, and self-consciousness continually produces wrestling.

Like everything in life (well, except God) introspection has its good and bad sides. It brings self-awareness, which in turn enables us to build stronger personal and interpersonal skills. Introspection creates confidence and emotional intelligence. It also leads to success in life because when we know ourselves, we’re able to conduct an honest analysis of our Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, and Threats SWOT). We know what we like, what we’re good at, what we dislike and what we’re not so good at. And that’s great. With this knowledge, we also are able to improve our personal performance and direct our energy.

But there’s a downside. When introspection is not well directed, it results in self-consciousness, which is what I’m learning from this devotional today. When we’re self-conscious, we pick at all our flaws and we’re hard on ourselves. We live our lives through the eyes of other people, who may not even love and appreciate us. We rely on the world’s rubric for everything and we measure ourselves against an absurd standard.

Self-consciousness is not sin; it may be produced by a nervous temperament or by a sudden dumping down into new circumstances. It is never God’s will that we should be anything less than absolutely complete in Him. Anything that disturbs rest in Him must be cured at once, and it is not cured by being ignored, but by coming to Jesus Christ. If we come to Him and ask Him to produce Christ-consciousness, He will always do it until we learn to abide in Him.

Hmmm. The antidote to self-consciousness is absolute Christ consciousness. When our eyes stay on Jesus, nothing, not even ourselves can stop us from greatness. When our eyes rest on Jesus, there’s no room for guilt, disgrace, shame, and brokenness. We are made whole in Jesus, and when we look to Him, we receive our healing like the Israelites did when they looked up to the serpent in Numbers 21. When we look up to Jesus, our weaknesses do not matter because we understand that we function by His strength in us, and when we are weak, then He is strong.

God’s will is that we should at all times, be one with Him. He has created us to have dominion, and to command divine authority over our circumstances. He has made us to excel and to prosper. He has designed us to have absolute and complete unity with Him. That’s why Jesus sent the Holy Spirit- the paraclete, the comforter and the counselor. He’s our companion and our friend. We are created to have a perfectly symbiotic relationship with the Holy Spirit.

When we’re not receiving from God and allowing His spirit to fill us up, we leave a space in our minds and spirit for the devil to work. And boy is he creative! The devil is one master planner. When he has his eyes set on bringing you down, nothing in this world, EXCEPT GOD, can protect you. The devil is a sweet talker and a scammer. He will feed lies and nonsense to your mind, and guess what, when you’re being introspective without allowing Jesus to wash you over and heal you over, the devil will have a perfect repository for his shenanigans.

Never allow the dividing up of your life in Christ to remain without facing it. Beware of leakage, of the dividing up of your life by the influence of friends or of circumstances; beware of anything that is going to split up your oneness with Him and make you see yourself separately. Nothing is so important as to keep right spiritually. The great solution is the simple one — “Come unto Me.” The depth of our reality, intellectually, morally and spiritually, is tested by these words. In every degree in which we are not real, we will dispute rather than come.


That’s it for today friends! May the Lord bless and keep us all in His love!

Featured image from here. 

My body, my sanctuary.

I actually am not sure if your body is your sanctuary. Shouldn’t your sanctuary be somewhere a little more spiritual and not physical? Oh well, I don’t know. But I have the worst common cold I’ve had in awhile. My nose is congested and I promise you, I’m only breathing with about 40% of my nostrils now so I feel short of breath. Sorry, not sorry for the too much information, but as the throbbing in my head continues and my right eye is tearing up from the pressure, I cannot but think about happier times when I wasn’t sick or feeling so weak.

In the spirit of the Olympics in Rio, I have this short (not-so-poetic) ode to the human body. It’s amazing what shapes and forms our bodies can take. In the very early days of this blog, I published a short piece I had written in honor of my body. It was beautiful, if I can say so myself. I had an absolutely lovely time writing it, and it made me appreciate myself and all that I represent even more.🙂🙂🙂

For the past few days, the world has witnessed athletes from all over the world compete in diverse sports in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. We have seen the athletes who gladly and openly flaunt their belief in God (hello Dibaba sisters!) the ones who are badly behaved (side-eyeing you Lochte), and the ones much younger than we are, but rich and talented enough to buy us and our entire villages. Basically, everyone younger than you. :p

One thing that has kept stirring in my mind is the beauty of the human body. With how far we’ve come in medicine and technology, I can only wonder how much more of our bodies is yet to be explored. How much more powerful, and flexible, and irresistible our bodies can be.

I always have been fascinated by the human body. And a lot of it is not sexual. You know the way a lot of people cannot see a burning hot, scantily clad male or female and immediately want to jump in bed with them? Nah, that’s not me. I’m much more sapiosexual- attracted to minds and brains of people than physical. But I digress, when I see a human form, I immediately think about art. I think about how much we can do in dance and gymnastics, in athletics and sports. I think of how much weight we can lift with our body parts, I think of how fast we can run sometimes despite nature.

Did you know that technically, Usain Bolt is too tall to be a good runner? Apparently, when you’re taller, balance is more difficult for you than for a shorter person. (Am I right or wrong? Lol, please let me know lest I spread lies on this blog haha) So it should be rather difficult for him to hurl himself forward against the wind and on such long legs. But look at what he’s been able to do. Bolt is being called the fastest man alive. And yeah, please don’t say there’s some kid somewhere who’s faster then he is, because we don’t know said kid. Sad but true.

I think about Simone Biles and her precision, her body strength and her flexibility. Wow. But that’s not even the tip of the iceberg. Humans, we are wonderful creatures. Even without our minds, our bodies alone are spectacular. We indeed are fearfully and wonderfully made!

So as I sit here with a headache, congested nose, and extreme exhaustion, I cheer myself up knowing that my God is a healer, and that soon, I’ll be bouncing and floating around.

I remind myself that the Lord who created my body and the bodies of all the other wonderful athletes in the world neither sleeps nor slumbers.

Finally, I remind myself that I am beautiful. I may not be as athletically talented as Bolt or Biles, but I am special, and I am beautiful.

Till next time, enjoy your sound health and if like me you’re not feeling great, please get well soon.❤


Featured image from here.

Music and Love.

I never really began to listen to music until I got into A’Levels. I had heard songs, and while I could tell you who was making waves, music never was a private experience for me. But since it became so personal and integral to my wellbeing, my love and appreciation for good music has grown tremendously. Music has inspired my worship sessions with the Lord, my poetry, and even my appreciation for prose.

Some music evokes the sights, sounds and smells of places. For instance, Asa’s Bed of Stone album reminds me of walking up the small hill leading up to the house where I lived in Washington D.C. last summer, the beautiful frangipani trees painting the sidewalk with their purple flowers.

One particular song on the album, Situation, makes me think very much of Teju Cole’s Open City, my favorite book from last summer. There was one evening after work, when I was riding the D.C. metro to Silver Springs where I lived. I had Situation playing in my ears, while I was reading Open City. I think I was on the part of the novel where the protagonist travelled to Europe, and had a most revealing and intriguing conversation with a coffee seller. Yup. I remember that detail also haha.

Here is Asa’s most recent music video (at least according to my research haha). It’s also from the Bed of Stone album.

 

Summertime is for me, one of the most lovely times of the year. Because I don’t have assignments and papers deadlines looming over me, I indulge in my favorite pastimes: reading and writing. Also, while I’m generally an extrovert, my hobbies demand a certain amount of solitude so although there always are a lot of people and events and places to be in the summer, I always rediscover my introvert streak, which I adore!

That long preamble really is to introduce you to some of the music that has been rocking my life. As this summer draws to a close, I cannot help but think about the passing of time and the various seasons of life. This is the last summer when I’ll technically have a summer holiday, at least until I head to Law School. This is the last summer before I graduate university and officially become a full adult, and become completely responsible for everything that concerns me. Wow. How time has flown by, but more importantly, how faithful God has been!

Anyway, if you came here because of the title, Music and Love, I apologize but there was nothing deeper in that title than the fact that music makes me think- about my life, my journey, my hobbies, and myself. And it makes me fall in love with myself. Because the more I think about these things, the more overwhelmed I am with how far I’ve come, the more grateful I am, and the more in love with myself I am.

May we always have better days ahead of us!

This is my favorite music video from Adekunle Gold so far. Actually, I’m quite torn between this one and Pick Up, but oh well.

 

So this summer, I have been enjoying Adekunle Gold’s debut album Gold, and Brymo’s Klitoris. I know, I know, Klitoris is not exactly the best title to give to a commercial album, and although I listened to the album out of curiosity, I must say that I have completely and utterly fallen in love with it. It’s simply magnificent. There’s something so soothing about Brymo’s voice that although I do not understand Yoruba at all, I still love to listen to him. It definitely has been the highlight of the latter part of my summer.

If you’re in search of good music, please give Brymo and Adekunle Gold a listen. For my non-Nigerian readers, these are two young musicians who are making waves in the “alternative” Nigerian music scene that is saturated with the so-called “afro-pop,” or “afro-beats” genre.

Till next time, please do your soul a favor a listen to some good music. Let me leave you with a song I love with Brymo’s album. 

 


Featured image from here.

A different kind of thanksgiving.

Today I’m very low on energy. Partially because I haven’t had lunch, and partially because I just want to sleep. I know, I know, we really shouldn’t be skipping meals. But oh well, sometimes I’m badly behaved. I’m sitting here at my desk wondering where the summer has gone to. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was lamenting not having an internship? Then I finally got one? And then I completed my first internship of the summer. And I began this current one? Wow. Oh how faithful my God has been!

*warning- long post ahead, but I promise you, it’s well worth a read*

Notwithstanding, I’ve learned a few things this year, and a few quick lessons this summer. I feel inspired to share some of them.

This year, I finally began to believe that I am smart, although my GPA may tell a different story haha. I have finally begun to love and appreciate my ability to write. I now love the fact that I can read a complex and lengthy document (in great time) and summarize and explain it in very simple language, without losing its essence. I can make complex and sophisticated arguments about diverse topics. I can write a really long paper, while sustaining a given thesis, and wow you with both my argument and writing haha.

If you’ve been following my growth over the years (or through this blog), you’ll know why this is such a big deal to me.

I don’t know, but writing is something that I think about very much. I love the art of writing, and I love how writing makes me feel. This explains why my blog means so much to me, and why when all I want to do is sleep, you’ll find my hunched over my computer putting posts together- editing and re-editing, until I have a decent piece of work to present!

2016 was the year that I finally began to believe that I too, could excel in school. I had lived most of my secondary school years (2005-2011) in the bottom half (or quarter, or 10%) of my class, and although I did well in A’Levels, I really could have done better if I was more hard-working and diligent. I had internalized the belief that I couldn’t perform above a given measure so much that I didn’t even try.

I focused instead on my faith, and although I made leaps and bounds spiritually, I erroneously believed that I had to sacrifice excellent grades for the other.

My bible was not the reason why I didn’t study hard enough, fear was. I often was so afraid to try and fail that I wouldn’t try at all. Rather than spend adequate time writing a paper or studying for exams, I would spend my time reading my bible. While this is inherently not bad (it’s commendable), I sacrificed excellence at the altar of fear, which disguised itself as desire to grow in my faith.

At the beginning of this year, my one prayer point was for God to give me the spirit of gratitude. I definitely have mentioned that here on the blog, and it’s a wonder that despite everything, I am beyond grateful. It’s the best feeling. Gratitude has made me realize that even when I thought all hope was lost, God was there with me all along.

Gratitude has made me realize this truth which I share with you- God wants us to be successful in all endeavors- academic, financial, and otherwise. God doesn’t want us to come with Him in fear and trembling all the time, but for our devotion to be motivated by pure love.

And even when we fail, God is still there. He corrects our wrongs. He takes us to schools which we do not deserve. He gives us friends that love us despite everything. He shows us our wrongs and teaches us how to improve.

I remember my mother once told me about how my little brother, Miko learned to ride a bicycle. In our former house, we had a large expanse of land in the backyard, where my brother was learning to ride his bicycle. After trying and failing several times, he started to cry. But he continued to try. My mother heard him crying from the other side of the house and came to check out what was wrong with him. When she saw the scene, I can bet that she was laughing with her mischievous self! Anyway, she held the bicycle- one hand on the front stem, and the second hand on the back carried. She held the bicycle, running all around until Miko was riding by himself.

When she told me this story, she was laughing and teasing Miko, as she frequently teases all of us. But that story has remained in my heart for a long time. And it always reminds me of God. You know, He’s the parent who will share a laugh with you (or at you), but still encourage you not to get so frustrated at a difficult situation. Then He will hold your hands (or your bicycle) until you become a skilled rider.

Now let me tell you why I wrote this post- school starts in less than a month and I’m getting anxious. I’ve never had a full blown panic attack (or at least one that I’ve recognized as such), but I’m pretty close to one right now. I want to do really well in school. I want to graduate with an excellent result. My parents have worked too hard for me to not do exceedingly well in school. God has been too faithful for me to not give Him an excellent result as my thanksgiving offering.

But as I think about school, and what excellence demands, I get scared. Can I do it? Can I sustain the diligence that is required to finish well? Can I sacrifice my love for silly shows to spend more time at my computer, writing, re-writing, and editing my papers until all my work is excellent? Will I resist the temptation of a few more minutes of sleep to be punctual to all my classes and to meet all deadlines?

Of course, of course, God can do it. But I don’t want to stand in His way. Laziness stands against God’s will for us. Dis-obedience stands against God’s best for us. Will I be consistent in my work? Will I sustain my focus and motivation? Will I pull through?

In all these thoughts, there’s one thing that I want God to know- I will put in my best work, if He promises to be by my side. If He gives me favor, I’ll give Him a reason to be proud of me. If He holds my hand through the fire that is academic work. I will continue to praise His name on this blog, and in my life.

I just want to be a excellent student. And although I know that to finish school with excellent grades, you kinda have to start building from day one, I promise that once God gives me another chance to pay my GPA debt (as a good friend once said), I’ll do my best to make Him proud.

Haha, this is a classic example of what you shouldn’t do- not give your best through your first one (or two) years in university then begin to beg God for second chances on the eve of your senior year. Some of us are bad gang, you can do better haha! Don’t be like me please, take your life more seriously from day one!

Anyway, I am hopeful, to be honest! I thought I could not discover and sustain a passion, but God has proven to me that when I obey Him, He will fuel my enthusiasm and enable me to perform above my expectations. Case in point- this blog. Although I started the blog about a year and a half ago, it’s really been God all along, and the past six months have seen a more consistent and focused Alheri.

Oh well, as usual, stay tuned because this will only end in praise for God. He who began the good work in me will certainly bring it to completion. That one thing is certain.

Fun fact- I started this blog post not knowing exactly what I wanted to say. Hence, the random mention of the fact that I haven’t had lunch and that I’m sitting at my desk low on energy. But oh well, they always say to do it afraid, and the Lord will supply. This God even supplies blog posts hahaha!

You cannot put me down

I wrote this poem one day while sitting on the subway (train) heading somewhere. Amidst the cacophony around me, there was this still voice whispering inspiration inside my head. As feisty as the poem reads, nothing spectacular happened. It’s not shade to anyone. I was just feeling extra empowered hence, I wrote a poem for everyone who truly believes that they are magic. Because, YOU.ARE.MAGIC.

For the fun of it, I’ll share the unedited piece, and then tomorrow (hopefully) I’ll share an updated version with all my edits and revisions. And yes, this below, is just the raw version. 

Enjoy, and please, please, leave your feedback.

stars

You cannot put me down

You may come at me with daggers in your eyes

Sickles in your hands

But you cannot put me down

I am the stars whispering to the Sahara

I am the cool calm breeze on the mountain peak after a day of hiking

I am a glass of cold water to the menial laborer

I am a the reward for all things beautiful, all things sparkling

I am magic

Constellations and galaxies converging in one.

A unique dance in infinity

I existed I exist I will continue to exist

I am a mothers prayer and a fathers leap for joy

I am generations of black women singing

I am the ra ta ta of the commanding African drum

I am the spices of Arabia meets the opulence of solomons palace

I am gold and silver and everything special.

Soft whispers in your sick bed

Your mothers gentle hands rubbing and kissing the cold out of your chest

Your girlfriends voice at midnight that makes you rise to the occasion

A home cooked meal after a hard day at work

That is who I am

Begotten after the I Am

Magic- this huge inexplicable unfashionable ball of light and love and power


See y’all tomorrow with a (hopefully) better version of this poem. I think I should rename is Magic. What do you think?

Featured image from giphy.

There are those days.

This one is about the in-betweeners. Those of us who simply cannot decide where we belong and what we want to do. Those who cannot be boxed. It’s also about days. The in-between days. When we’re neither deliriously happy, nor painfully sad. The days when we could be better, but the emotional peace and other little victories keep us grateful.

Days like today. When a work of fiction makes us notice the present- the smell of exposed garbage and pee in NY, our heart beat, the flowers in full bloom. This very moment in time which we’ll never get back again. This very moment when we’re ridiculously in love with the human mind- its diverse capacity and inexplicable beauty.

This day when we’ll appreciate fiction, and the power to wield the pen. We will appreciate that power to make sense and articulately convey thoughts, which we crave intensely. Let no one deceive you, we’re obsessed with those can make us feel their feelings, and emote their emotions. Those who take us on a journey into their minds, and leave us shattered, whole, or yearning. We’re jealous of those who have mastered this sacred art, and secretly condescending towards those who cannot appreciate it.Art

Today is one of those in-between days. Days which remind us that we ourselves, are in-betweeners. We love and appreciate art, have a penchant for the performance, but also have very strong leaning towards less (or more) abstract things. We have a streak that’s interested in law, and politics, and governance.

We remind ourselves that some of our greatest artists have also been political commentators, and political prisoners- Chris Abani, Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe. We will remind ourselves that one can appreciate, adore and love art without being a creator of art. You can be a connoisseur of art without being a creator.

There are days when you’re not physically strong enough to express the joy that bursting inside of you because it’s given and giving much, more than you ever can imagine. There are days when your spirit and your mind align and all your faculties are present to soak up beauty. There are days when you want to be fed. You want to be nurtured. Challenged. Pruned.

That’s what good art does.

As I sit in my Manhattan office this afternoon, I’m stealing glances at Teju Cole’s latest book- “Known and Strange Things,” and it’s making me deliriously happy. This afternoon during my lunch break, a friend and I visited a Barnes and Noble bookstore close to the office. It, too, made me deliriously happy.

Today started out as an in-between day. I was neither excited nor upset. I just wanted to make it through the day and head home for a nap. But as I began to read the magic that are Teju Cole’s words, and as I walked through the aisles and aisles of books at the bookstore, my happiness grew into this big fat ball that engulfed me and made me fall in love all over again with art. With expression, with creation, with love.

The best days are the ones where you don’t have the physical energy for adulting, but the small redemptions of life come your way and remind you why life is beautiful. Because, Teju Cole. And because, art.

This is the end of these ramblings.

I’m attending a free event tonight where Teju Cole will be reading and speaking about his new book. In my mind, I’m so excited, I’m doing cart-wheels. But physically, I want to sleep.

Here’s to a wonderful evening.

Till I come by again, please find something that makes you deliriously happy even when your physical faculties want to shut down and head to bed!


Featured image from here.

 

Different ways of hearing from God (guest post)

Please forgive my little hiatus. I usually blog on Fridays, Sundays and Mondays, but this past weekend I wasn’t able to. I took a very necessary trip for my church pastor’s 40th birthday weekend. I’m really glad I went because he was happy that we all came to honor him.

And honestly, even if he wasn’t, I’d still be more than glad that I went because the bible says to honor the prophets/ pastors/ priests/ men/women of God in your midst, and I felt particularly strongly about making an appearance at the party. Oh the blessings I’ve racked up for myself haha.

Present

1 Timothy 5:17-20 – Let the elders that rule well be counted worthy of double honor, especially they who labour in the word and doctrine.”

A very good friend of mine (who I haven’t even seen in about five years) sent me this message. I really like how interactive the piece is, and I encourage you to please leave a comment after reading. Without further ado, please enjoy!


Different ways of hearing from God.

This entire year has a year of discovery and experiencing God in my life in different capacities. I had periods when I had to trust what He was doing, periods when I had to lean on him for strength and other periods when I couldn’t believe how blessed I was.

The times when I had to lean on God for strength were the most fascinating experiences to me. You see, I have heard people say things like “God told me to apply for this job” or “God directed me to go here” or “God told me to speak/not speak to her” or “God told me not to worry about this particular issue” etc. And I always wondered how these things could happen. Did the message appear to them in a dream? Did they fall into a trance? Did the Holy Spirit speak directly to their hearing while they did regular everyday things? And so on.

So this year, at the times when I made a conscious effort to lean on God for strength, I read the bible more than ever. Sometimes I’d go to sleep praying about a particular situation and wake up very early in the morning reading a passage (that I picked at random) relating to that particular situation.

On a particular day, several unconnected channels, for example, a Christian blog I follow, a sermon in church and my devotional, all touched on a topic I have been thinking about. Just as I began to wonder if the first word could be connected to my situation, another comes up in a different form. As if God was undoubtedly telling me something and before that day ended, I happened to read Luke 12:47

Luke 12:47

“And a servant who knows what the master wants, but isn’t prepared and doesn’t carry out those instructions would be severely punished.”

On another occasion, a was at a church event and a lady I had never seen before walked up to me and told me “Read Jeremiah 29:11, it will help you through what is happening right now.”

Jeremiah 29:11

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope”

Before I could call the lady back and talk to her about why she had approached me, someone else had taken her away. The strange thing is the next time I saw her, she didn’t seem to remember me or our previous encounter.

Although all these things have happened, I still struggle to understand and listen for the Holy Spirit when I’m in a tough situation. I am currently trusting God concerning a situation and I am hoping to share my testimony here later this month. Meanwhile, I wonder if people could also share some ways when they feel like the Holy Spirit has spoken to them concerning a situation.


Images from giphy.

Value never begs

Last night, I read something about self worth and value and the phrase “value never begs” jumped at me. I thought I would forget the phrase when I woke up this morning, but I didn’t. Hence, I wrote a poem about it. Enjoy!


 

Sunrise win


Value Never Begs


For time

It is eternal, immemorial

The moon kissing the sea

Sloppy wet or unforeseen kisses


Forceful, yet gentle

Sky and water dance to gravity’s single drum beat

Night after night after night

 

Value never begs

 

For space

It is ethereal, delicate

Suffocating, overbearing

Yin and yang

At once at odds

Yet stunningly perfect together


The good and the bad

The dove and the vulture

Peace and cadavers

Decay and tranquility

 

Value never begs

 

For memory

The cocktail of posterity

And decadence

Doors whose keys you’ve lost 

Never to return


Pristine sights, your mother’s cheekbones

Delirious beauty

Stored in your heart’s pockets of happiness

Compartments upon compartments

Small doses administered in each heartbeat

 

Value never begs

 

For the future

Sashaysing through life, content in the now

A compelling aura, a quiet confidence

The tick tock of the clock


The cool blue of dawn

The copper yellow of dusk

Orange brown leaves in November

Buds springing with new life in April

 

When value beckons

Lay your sword at her feet

Wear your heart on your sleeve

Submit to her charm

 

She visits but once in a blue moon

Inviting, enchanting, compelling


Never begging.


Image from here. 

 

Pendulum

pendulum

 

Pendulum


Back and forth, back and forth

Neither here, neither there

Oscillating life


A wisp of smoke

Night and day, night and day

The perfect cocktail

Sweet vinegar


The joy of life

The life in joy

Boundless energy

Exciting possibilities


The fear in darkness

The darkness in fear

Swallowing dreams, dashing hopes

Joy and sorrow


One here, the other not too far away

Your daily guests


Life is all about balance, they say

Don’t be too happy

Don’t be too sad

Lest you fall

And bruise your knee


You’re a pendulum

One moment sad, one moment joyful

Don’t feel too deeply

Never stay too long

Oscillate

 


I’ve been dealing with horrible insomnia. So this poem came to me in the middle of the night.
I hope you enjoyed it!

Featured image from giphy.