the reality of actually surrendering it all. When I finally trust and obey.
This is where life begins when one chooses to break out of a cell, but life has been painted with walls.. so you try to break out of this hell… you throw yourselves at the doors that won’t open, then you fall on your knees asking for help. You might never feel like you are a perfect pearl, or that you were made to do something worth keeping, something that would bless nations. You finally break out of that shell that was suffocating your dreams and run off with it, till you reach the brink of the ship. Do you jump? Or walk the plank. There are more sharks on the other side and the pirates, your persecutors are coming so you have to think fast. That’s when a bloody nailed hand comes in, Jesus reaches out. Will you believe in your life of obstacles or would you believe in Him? To live, we must die, to die to this world, we must be born again. Believe in Him. Jeremiah 31:3. Believe in Him and you will walk on stormy seas.
The devil is a liar.
Servant of God.
How could I have forgotten?
Those chains. I was broken out of those chains long ago. It was the enemy who tried to convince me that I was blind. That lack of knowledge tried to present itself in my life as a weakness. I cannot afford to be afraid.
Why should I doubt? Why should my hair fall out whenever I expose it to the world. Why is it that the thoughts of trying to belong has long kept me from being the warrior, the king, the strong mother, the powerful servant of God I was meant to be? I am not of this world, so I need to stop killing myself just to belong. I cannot afford to be afraid.
– Nyameba and Father.
Romans 12:1-8. Proverbs 3:5:23-26.
I remember the first time I was dead. I thought I had never seen angels or experienced them before, even when men of God ministered to me that there were armies of celestial beings guiding and following me. I always thought, “I haven’t seen them in my life.” But no, I saw them, that one day, drowned in the swimming pool, when the whole unsupervised class, even the devil, thought I was good and dead. But no, that was just the first baptism. I was saved, carried through the tunnel of reversing clocks, by an angel instead. I was barely 4 years old, but that scene keeps replaying in my head. It’s like they had been sent to retrieve me from a different dimension of my past, for I was meant to be alive to share this one day. That day, someone saved my life, and it wasn’t my teacher.
Psalm 91:4:10-11. No harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For He will command His angels concerning you.
Coming soon…. By God’s grace.