We finished our 21day fast in our church and getting back into diet has become a burden. My appetite seems lost. It was beautiful to be floating in the boat of fellowship, carried by the clouds of prayer and worship with God’s people.
While I catch some air, I let my thoughts loose. One wise man (or a women) said, “..choose your battles carefully”.
You can stop an external force but you can’t fight an internal conflict. You defend someone from what they want to be saved. But you can’t fight them of what they crave. If someone needs convincing to stay back in your life, church, business then you’d probably end up having to convince them every day for the rest of your life.
What you fight to keep won’t stay long unless you keep fighting for it. One day the clipped wings are going to grow back. A decision that requires convincing is absent of who they are naturally and what they want normally therefore any attempt otherwise fail.
There’s very few things in life that’s worth fighting for the rest of your life. Before you get into the fight, think through of it’s worth in the light of eternity. Otherwise you are fighting to lose – guaranteed.
So it is in our walk with God. Consistency with God is not found in starving of sin, nor striving after God, but a product of becoming who you were created to be. Ponder that.
Now back to enjoying my chicken salad! The kind of greens my mother only wished I ate when I was a child! #choice
#ramblings #unedited #grammarpolicegoaway
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.
S is for Shyju
We demonize our own & wonder why we lose them.
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
“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”