Some people love you for what you got, stop giving and they’re lost. Some love you for who you know, stop connecting and they’re gone. Some love you for where you can take them, stop leading and they stop being fun. Some others love you for what you are, lose that position and you lose their respect. The ones that you can count on are they that love you for ‘you’ and whether for good or bad they are just few. But surely time will show them through.
So don’t change for people to like you. Instead be you and stick with the people that like the real you.
I am sorry.. I am no superman, I just happened to like the S in my name. I ain’t the saviour of humanity, I have no claims to divinity. I’ve been helpless a countless times, and even out of words that rhymes. Letting His Spirit to lead me through, Is my bet to make it through the blues. So now it’s that time to stop and pray that however this life is to play, We will stand firm and learn, His nearness is our only greatness.
We witch hunt the sent ones & wonder why they rebel.
We bury our wounded soldiers & wonder why we lost them.
We crucify those that we don’t understand & wonder why they are insane.
Paint your dream in colour
And while some collect the nails & prepare the next coffin, the rest shall choose to live with those who share our values. The values of not breaking a bruised reed, and not snuffing out a smouldering wick.
To access His hands, we need grace. To access His heart: we need mercy and favour. The end goal is and should always be His heart. His friendship. Everything else is in vain.
After the eathquake, came the fire and the wind then came the still small voice.
Wait for the voice. Find it in His heart. The friendship with Jesus quietens our soul.
#Lyrics of the week #Hillsong “Lead me to the cross Where Your love poured out Bring me to my knees Lord I lay me down Rid me of myself I belong to You Lead me, lead me to the cross To your heart To your heart Lead me to your heart Lead me to your heart”
Think about it…the freedom to choose whatever in the garden is what got the first man Adam to be slaves of what they chose in the first place.
This little wonder called ‘curiosity’ caused us to invent many great things but it’s also the curiosity that killed the cat.
The ‘power to reason’ is also the power used to reason out of the right reasoning.
Instead of enjoying what’s given, we crave for more. In desire to grapple more, we let go of what’s in the hand. Discontentment shoots us in the foot. And being disgruntled we pull the pin out of the hand grenade while we stare at it with great intent.
Alas, what an unsatisfiable gluttonous beast we become until we discover the joy of surrendering to the creator we are made to take delight in.
Dear Lord Jesus, Your further nearness is my birthday wish! Your grace, mercy and favour is my identity. If you don’t hold me up, I’ll fall. If you don’t see me through, I’ll fail. If you give up on me, I’m destroyed. You are my rock, my strength and my shield. You are my only reward I seek. You are my world that I live for. You are my oxygen I breathe in. May the day my heart stops beating for you, be the day I die. Yours forever, Me.