Category: Monologue

EVERYDAYJESUS is more than a chocolate-box love story! (An update).

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What if it is not too late to love? What if finding happiness is more real than ideal? What if love and happiness is for now? What if you are not too old to change? What if you have a clean and fresh slate now to rewrite your story? What if God asks you to make your first ever wish now? What would that be, what would you want?

I would want a perfect smoothie blend of love and happiness and happiness over and over again. Listen, I would let God know how much I believe in finding love, happiness and my utopia before I die. I’ll let Him know too that for me, peace and serenity is not just a promise fulfilled only in a fairy nice chocolate box love story written by my ever fantasizing mind. I know that I am a product of my mind, and that my mind is the product of my experiences good and bad, and of my environment too.

I am the woman I am today because of all that my mind has picked up until today.

In other words, issues ranging from my choice of a pair of slippers, lipstick and beauty regimen to how I respond to a crisis, be it in a relationship or in sickness is within me and not without me. So if I am not happy about the woman I have become today, then I don’t have to change nothing but my mind. I simply have to renew my mind by reconditioning it with the right experience, and with the right environment, that way my mind changes, and if my mind changes, I am changed, and if I am changed, then I’d be happy. If I am not happy about my natural inclinations, my usual responses, my most normal choices, and even the outcomes of them, I know that I need not play the blame game but  spend my time getting the right experience and of course the right environment. And if you ask me what those are I’d say Love is. See, I believe in love. I believe in finding happiness. I believe in the dream of a woman… to be found out by her man.

I had always been in that place where a woman just dreams. I had dreamt severally about this imaginary man who would make me his woman and treat me like his queen. I was far from being perfect but I had my little long list. I needed a strong man and a real man to protect me, someone who would be faithful to me, and an able shoulder to cry on. I wanted my man to be someone who would just listen and comfort me, a man who would be a friend, a big brother I never had and the father I lost early. I needed a man who could and would provide all my needs and still consider my wants, a man who would just love me with or without makeups – I love looking good anyways. And of course I wanted a man who would be a gentleman for me and still not let me push him around. I wanted him handsome. He had to have a good sense of humor and an intelligence quotient that I could never match. My man had to be a very romantic lover whose words and kind gestures would make me tear up. I craved for a man whose gaze would be lovingly unbearable and who I know would enjoy watching me sleep. I wanted a soul mate. I longed for this man to come quickly, notice me as love stories go and take me along with him. Like the woman at the well I went from man to man hoping to find my man. Something seemed to be missing – I was never satisfied. None ever fit me like lock and key. I always left these men unsatisfied – I couldn’t really afford to be unhappy. The gap in my heart needed to be filled. I was that doughnut with a hole, I was thirsty.

At a point I thought I was asking for too much wanting all I wanted but thank God a man filled that void. When I wallowed in the emptiness within me, when my soul wasted away, I found love. I found love when I least expected to. I found love when I didn’t know He had always been there. I felt I had waited for too long not knowing that He was the one who had done all the waiting. He had wooed me on several occasions but I never took note of Him – oh how enduring is the love of my Galilean lover. I heard His lines but I never seemed to get it. “BELIEVE AND RECEIVE” He said, and when I accepted His proposal I came alive. Like the woman at the well, He knew me too well. He knew and saw all that I ever did yet He loved me. My Galilean lover is everything I ever craved in a man. His muscles were toned from carpentry, and His Words sharp enough to chase my accusers. He wrapped me in His love and I fear nothing. He is that gentleman who still never changes His mind.

He is Meekness and Majesty, Manhood and Deity, aka Velvet and Steel. You may argue any case with Him but be sure that He cannot be trapped by logic – He is Philosophy and Logic. Oh He is so romantic, His style of proposal top notch. His life the diamond ring – very costly and guess what He never sleeps, He never slumbers because He loves to watch me sleep. He is that perfect man for the perfect me – at least He said, and that is final! In His love letter, He told me that I am His righteousness and He is my right standing. I don’t have to impress Him – He loves me! Death cannot do us part because we live forever. With my Yeshua, I am never jealous or insecure because He is too intoxicated to dump me – besides He says “I will never leave you or abandon you”.

So for that reason, I am here to share my man. 

“But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name: who were born, not of blood, nor of the will of man, but of God.” -John 1:12-13.

“But whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into eternal Life.” -John 4:14.

On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out saying “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. “He who believes in Me as the Scriptures has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’’ -John 7: 37- 38.

 

By Favouromeje, 2016.   

EVERYDAYJESUS’ Worship 3 (an update)!

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Now it happened as they went that He entered a certain village; and a certain woman named Martha welcomed Him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who also sat at Jesus’ feet and heard His word. But Martha was distracted by much serving, and she approached Him and said, “Lord do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Therefore tell her to help me.” And Jesus answered and said to her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. “But one thing is needed and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken from her.”

Luke 10: 38-42(NKJV).

Home making is both a duty and a major hobby for me as a woman but then on the other hand lies a higher duty and calling which is worship. Sometimes while going about my woman functions diligently; it could be very easy to forget the place of worship – the better part. Worship for me, is a God consciousness in the very most mundane thing. It is to me like not just shuffling back and forth the Mary-Martha woman life, but running the ‘Mary and Martha Me’ skillfully at the very same time. The Truth is that Martha isn’t the wrong one, in fact nobody is. She didn’t know something I know now, LOL. Woman balance is worshiping in my most very common activities. If I realized that the Lord is right there with me, then I would involve Him in my home making, this to me is pure worship! Home making like every other thing is fun doing but when done with the consciousness that the Lord is right there with me, it becomes even rejuvenating and refreshing – worship actually is refreshing! If you ask me, I would tell you that as a woman, God is glorified when I do the home thoroughly because that is my God-given role being attended to very well, but then, God is even more glorified when I let Him help me with my chores because I let Him teach me by His Holy Spirit the best ways to do every single thing. Do you know that Abba Daddy could give one a snazzy elegant DIY on almost anything including a perfect haute cuisine, cordon bleu ‘how to make a good sauce for potatoes’? Well He has given me tones of ‘em, no kidding!

By Favouromeje, 2016

Dear Future Husband 2

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                                                                                                                    January 2, 2017.      

Dear Future Husband,

When I first decided to write to you, it was because I received a major vibration from my little heart!

I felt that you had already found me, but you are probably looking in places other than me, for how to win me.

My Bestest, I need you to know that I cannot be won by any man. No man has ever won my heart from the time I was created, made, and even until I knew my name.

I may have noticed and thought about some guys in the past, I’ve even stayed up late thinking about some of them but I can tell you by the air I draw every day that no man ever won me.

There is a Chinese proverb I guess, that says that a cowardly man never won a fair lady. That might have some truths in it, but it is not a complete bundle of truth. It is only fairly true when ‘Biology’ and ‘Chemistry’ were the only things that ruled the universe, but you know that has never been the case. I believe you know that we may not be able to keep up with singing the ‘Biology’ and ‘Chemistry’ song all year round, but that our Faith in God would keep us remain steadfast as Spirit beings even in our everyday ‘Biology’ and ‘Chemistry’ charged home.

Nevertheless, I am confident that you are not a coward before anything including any woman that says she is fairer to behold than Stephanie Del Valle of Puerto Rico. You’d effortlessly sweep her off her feet by the very air of your presence. This is simply because you are not being moved by a timid spirit but by the very Spirit that is both sound-minded and lion-bold.

I hope you know that I don’t flatter people, but that I feel a true sense of meaning and purpose, reminding you these things. Needless to say, I have never been smooth with being flattered myself!

Nevertheless, I want you to avoid the temptations of looking for smooth punch lines for wooing me because that would be completely unnecessary!

Dearest, you are not able, and you cannot win me, no matter how hard you tried, sorry!

You cannot win me because I am God’s gift to you. Gifts are not won, deserved, and gifts cannot be earned, that is why they are called gifts and not reward!

I am God’s gift to you, neither because you’ve been a Christian good young man, nor because your words are smoother than King Solomon’s, but because you are highly favored by the extravagant Grace of Yahweh Himself!

Therefore, if you have found yourself hidden in Christ, as I know you have, then you shouldn’t be racking your head with ‘sweet’ lines for buttering me up to yield myself to you, because my heart beats daily, tucked away in your heart already.

This is what I want you to do:

Please, listen to your heart, your own very spirit which is one with the Spirit whenever I am around you. Do not listen to your mind because it’ll always mess things up for you as long as I am the woman who remains your heart’s desire.

So, listen to your spirit and let that heart of yours receive signals from the Spirit as instructions for your mind to work with.

Whenever you decide to end your schemes of winning my heart as though it were a conquest, then you’d actually have me literally in your arms to keep. You know, I have been yours even before the world began. Father can testify to that truth, for He alone is true.

Even if my heart were to be a conquest for a few selected order of men, then I really need you to know that our Father had already won me for you a very long time ago! You had always been the winner even before you got enlisted.

Listen, the music your heart sings when it beats and the very simple words of your mouth are just all the lines that you ever needed. The heat from the laser gaze of your eyes could burn up my Jericho wall of defenses (even if there were any)! You don’t learn how to gaze, do you? It’s just there, right?

The way you’d search my heart when you listen to yours, is all that you ever needed, for I am already yours to keep. The very air of your presence makes me both self-conscious and free, and those are already winning lines for you!

Whenever you are being a good brother to the members of our family, I am left awestruck; and when you save situations like the Omnipotent save-the-day Himself, you don’t realize how my heart misses a beat and bows in worship of you, my Lord!

When I listen intently to you spill your insights, you do not realize how it’d be a slap on me, to call me your cheerleader because I know that I am an ardent ‘worshipper’ of you, my king.

Do not shudder and be uncomfortable my Lord, to receive my worship because I know that Father’s just fine with it!

Therefore, please do not learn cheap lines for me, or even try to cook up things for me at any moment you are with me because even though girls love sweet nothings, I personally live on you, and I know that you are not just something or someone.

You are you!

                                                                                                               Your own very,

Woman.

 

 

 

 

 

YOU REALY NEED TO SHOWER.

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Growing up I have learnt about God most effectively in pictures and over time I have come to believe that the things we see are a shadow of the spiritual things we don’t see (physically).
So one day I sat at home feeling very lazy, so lazy that I gave myself the ultimate excuse ‘I didn’t go anywhere today, I’m not dirty so I don’t need to wash’ but then again as a whiff of silly embarrassment flushed down my body I got up and ran to take a shower…
It got me thinking though, why do we really have a wash?
I mean if the only reason is to wash off the dust on our bodies from the day then we can avoid baths if we sit indoors away from dust and dirt right?

Okay picture this, pick a room, a very neat room and stay there, away from the dirt outside, don’t shower, don’t wash, just sit in the clean room. One day, two days, three days…

You will begin to stink.
The real dirt we physically wash off is from the inside. When you finally leave That room, you’d probably rush into the bathroom to have a wash with Water. A normal person does this atleast once daily. (unless of course your carrying out this experiment literally).
We are washed by the water of the Word daily. When we don’t, we begin to stink.

Extend the days and you’d probably choke on your fowl smell, so you see? You become the carcass that you really are, slowly but surely if you keep up with that act, just be there don’t wash up, dirt will be extremely obvious, you will decay eventually.
To not wash with the Word daily is to embrace corruption. Where there is no purification, there’s only one thing left, it’s antithesis… death.
The washing of the word transforms us. As we expose our lives to the cleansing refreshing waters of Christ the Living Word of God, we become Life eternal. This is the hope we have, that when you have a wash you will come out fresh, clean, feeling lighter we are cleansed.
So until 2 Corinthians 5:4 is fulfilled, keep Washing 🙂

2 Corinthians 5:4 : ‘…for we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened not for that we would be unclothed, but further clothed upon, that mortality may be swallowed up of Life. ‘
#GraceandPeace Family.

When I try to complain…

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Words well up from behind my eyes as I type
them without format, stanza or protocol. I simply
need to eradicate the stench of annoyance that
has built up from years of not flushing my
system properly of irritation.
The log of wood in my left eye has grown a
canopy that is the habitat for my patience and
perhaps, I have become a patient nursing the
promises of my Comforter as I watch my kin
shiver in a cold world.
I want to dump my conscience, having found it
has been conditioned by the same Miss
Information that hails from The knowledge of
Good and Evil. Since I’ve fallen off that family
tree, I want to leave that Local Government Area
behind, but…
How?
Lord You said if I left mother, father, sister,
brother and anything anyone for you I would
surely get more in return, but is this what you
meant? Should I really abandon these people to
their ways?
Yes?! I hear you saying ‘Yes’!!
Yes, why not Yes right? With one word, you solve
my dilemma and as usual where I’ve come to
sulk and pout, you suck me dry of depression
and pour out your peace. If I didn’t have you I
would surely have snapped like a twig
underneath a stampede.
Tomorrow I will have a smile for everyone, and
your words will crawl down the my heart only to
drip through my lips and ripples of joy and
praises will send waves of glory into eternity.
It is you, working in me, willing and doing your
thing. All they’ll see is you, while even I am
healed inside your startling power. My gratitude
is unspeakable but I know you know my
thoughts, so you know my expressions of worship
are merely outbursts of spirit pressure.
You are mine, and I am yours,
Your eternal Majesty;
The Lord of Light and Life,
The King of Heaven,
First Signatory of The Better Covenant,
Grand Architect of the Universe,
The Invisible Lord of Everything,
The Inventor of Music and Beauty,
The Chief Dispenser of Meaning,
The Author of Language and Progenitor of its
Diversity,
The Beginning The End,
The Boundary of Existence,
The Puzzle of Wisdom,
The Spirit of Truth,
The Way to Immortality,
The Conqueror of Death,
The Slayer of Nothingness,
My Father, Teacher, Healer, Provider, Shield,
Reward, Wisdom, Power, My God and Lord.
My Spirit, words must have been invented for
this very purpose, You!!!
You!!!
The Love,
The Inventor of Lovers,
You better prepare, because I’m coming home to
praise you like you imagined from the beginning
of the world; and you know… You know.

THE FACELESS FACE

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Shadows darken, not behind the door
Thickened clouds, I see a creature

Could it be what I think, sweat running down my legs, chill bumps charging my spine. I look Closely, It’s a man. Stuck firmly to the ground like the mahogany, his face an expression of terror, he must be pure evil. His legs widely apart and hands around his waist, like the giants that lived at the beginning of time, he sure looks like Goliath. With red hot eyes piercing through the farthest me, my soul ready to stroll. I knew immediately that I wasn’t getting through that door at least not with him standing at it’s post ready to strike whoever tried.

I drew close, slow but close

My mind, filled with thoughts of ‘what ifs’. What if he hit me badly that I’d never walk again, what if he’s death in person, what if he’s reality, my fate, my life unavoidable. It feels like he’s got an… an enchanted hold on me. I change my mind about going further. Back to where I was, I run as fast as I can just to make sure he never gets to me. I need this, I say to myself. I’ve got to go through that door,I’ve got to snap out of this hellhole.
It’s like chains holding me. Here I am, surrounded by four walls like forever, never been outside it, but here is the door to rescue, widely open to get through. Indecisive of what to do, standing in view is he, staring, ready to shred to pieces. Shred me to pieces. Confused, the devil or the red sea, which do I choose: return to Egypt, live with pain and regrets or be swallowed up by the red sea, which ever, I’d die eventually.
As I ponder, he waits. Suddenly I start to run, but this time towards him with an increased energy, praying for a miracle to defeat ‘the big man’. with my trembling body, I get to the door. Taken aback, I can’t seem to find him. Where had he leaped to. Not even the slightest evidence of his existence and there on the door was boldly written

For GOD HAS NOT GIVEN US THE SPIRIT OF FEAR BUT OF POWER AND OF LOVE, AND OF A SOUND MIND.

Fear, that’s what he is. We all encounter him once in a while most especially when we’d want to venture into something big, or start something new or do something different or when we’d want to get out of something or face a situation. He seems to be there but isn’t,and never will be there. He is the ‘big man’ we create in our heads as oppositions to break out . He is the faceless
face that beats a man to the ground. Go through the door, which is Christ Jesus.

~Michelle Okonicha

#EVERYDAYJESUS is our open secret

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Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?

Gird up now your loins like a man, and I will demand of you, and you declare to Me.

Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Declare to Me, if you have and know understanding.

Who determined the measures of the earth, if you know? Or who stretched the measuring line upon it?

Upon what were the foundations of it fastened, or who laid its cornerstone,

When the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

Or who shut up the sea with doors when it broke forth and issued out of the womb?—

When I made the clouds the garment of it, and thick darkness a swaddling band for it,

And marked for it My appointed boundary and set bars and doors,

And said, Thus far shall you come and no farther; and here shall your proud waves be stayed?

Have you commanded the morning since your days began and caused the dawn to know its place,

So that [light] may get hold of the corners of the earth and shake the wickedness [of night] out of it?

It is changed like clay into which a seal is pressed; and things stand out like a many-colored garment.

From the wicked their light is withheld, and their uplifted arm is broken.

Have you explored the springs of the sea? Or have you walked in the recesses of the deep?

Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the doors of deep darkness?

Have you comprehended the breadth of the earth? Tell Me, if you know it all.

Where is the way where light dwells? And as for darkness, where is its abode,

That you may conduct it to its home, and may know the paths to its house?

You must know, since you were born then! Or because you are so extremely old!

Have you entered the treasuries of the snow, or have you seen the treasuries of the hail,

Which I have reserved for the time of trouble, for the day of battle and war?

By what way is the light distributed, or the east wind spread over the earth?

Who has prepared a channel for the torrents of rain, or a path for the thunderbolt,

To cause it to rain on the uninhabited land [and] on the desert where no man lives,

To satisfy the waste and desolate ground and to cause the tender grass to spring forth?

Has the rain a father? Or who has begotten the drops of dew?

Out of whose womb came the ice? And the hoary frost of heaven, who has given it birth?

The waters are congealed like stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.

Can you bind the chains of [the cluster of stars called] Pleiades, or loose the cords of [the constellation] Orion?

Can you lead forth the signs of the zodiac in their season? Or can you guide [the stars of] the Bear with her young?

Do you know the ordinances of the heavens? Can you establish their rule upon the earth?

Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, so that an abundance of waters may cover you?

Can you send lightnings, that they may go and say to you, Here we are?

Who has put wisdom in the inward parts [or in the dark clouds]? Or who has given understanding to the mind [or to the meteor]?

Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the [water] bottles of the heavens

When [heat has caused] the dust to run into a mass and the clods to cleave fast together?

Can you hunt the prey for the lion? Or satisfy the appetite of the young lions

When they couch in their dens or lie in wait in their hiding place?

Who provides for the raven its prey when its young ones cry to God and wander about for lack of food?

The Gospel?

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That a preaching was very bitter does not make it the Truth. Truth may be bitter but THE TRUTH is not bitter .Jesus is THE TRUTH, and He is Sweet Jesus.

That a gospel is HARD does not make it THE GOSPEL. I know that THE GOSPEL is a yoke, but a very EASY one. Jesus is THE GOSPEL.

That a teaching leaves people crying and weeping does not make it THE GOSPEL, they might have been crying because it left them feeling worse. C’mon THE GOSPEL is The Good News and good news leaves us leaping with joy and feeling better.

THE GOSPEL is THE TRUTH that sets free!

That your gospel is so complicated and theological does not make it THE GOSPEL. You could be making all those up because THE GOSPEL is way too simple that it is too good to be true so that believing it is a big problem.

THE GOSPEL is “it is Finished, Believe and Receive!