Overcoming fear and accepting God’s hand through the trials.
I’m not new to this suffering. Neither is Jesus. Lately so much has been happening … riots, floods, missile launches, dirty politics…. my own weaknesses and imperfection. It’s so easy to give up and question God, like He doesn’t know what He is doing, like He is not the author and vindicator of everything that is good, like he didn’t make me fearful and wonderful to fulfill His true divine purposes for my life.
The world might raise me to hate who I am because the canal mind cannot begin to understand or discern who I was made to be. I am better than what anyone can guess or calculate about me, because the manufacturer of my soul, God, is the only one who can rate my beauty, my worth and my potential. I am made to work for His divine purpose and His heavenly Kingdom. Forget this fallen world. Remembering God in these last days will make a difference.
For the director of music. Of David.
1 In the Lord I take refuge.
How then can you say to me:
“Flee like a bird to your mountain.
2 For look, the wicked bend their bows;
they set their arrows against the strings
to shoot from the shadows
at the upright in heart.
3 When the foundations are being destroyed,
what can the righteous do?”
4 The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord is on his heavenly throne.
He observes everyone on earth;
his eyes examine them.
5 The Lord examines the righteous,
but the wicked, those who love violence,
he hates with a passion.
6 On the wicked he will rain
fiery coals and burning sulfur;
a scorching wind will be their lot.
7 For the Lord is righteous,
he loves justice;
the upright will see his face.
An army of synchronized musicians.
Sometimes this kind of peace makes me want to remove my wig and be free 🙂
A harmonized wilderness.
Jesus, every day with you is a symphony waiting to be heard.
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, but 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 day I drowned in the swimming pool, when the whole unsupervised class, even the devil, thought I was good and dead.
But no! That was just my 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.
No harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For He will command His angels concerning you. – Psalm 91:4:10-11.
Coming soon…. By God’s grace.