Flaming Whispers!
Apr 5, 2017
The flames of my words can burn sometimes.
I lose all focus.
The tension becomes too much.
So I speak without thinking.
A woman with many words. Sharpe with her tongue.
My conscious screams, BE PATIENT!
but my flaws has already been undone.
BE QUICK TO HEAR and slow to speak!
The INTAKE is better than the outtake --are the melodies that play silently in the mist of the chaos.
The INTAKE is better than the outtake --are the melodies that play silently in the mist of the chaos.
The whispers of my words are the silent cries from within.
I'm learning that flames of my words can hurt.
They can cut deep.
but my intentions are good .
I'm learning that flames of my words can hurt.
They can cut deep.
but my intentions are good .
for the sake of love,
N
Speak to Your Mountains
Feb 17, 2017
And Ruth the Moabitess said unto Naomi, Let me now go to the
field, and glean ears of corn after him in whose sight I shall find grace. And
she said unto her, Go, my daughter. (Ruth 2:2-KJV)
I found myself in the book of Ruth, a book that I’ve read quite a
few times already. My mind was thinking, Why am I here again, I’ve already read
this. I was led to chapter 2 verse 2 specifically. I couldn’t get it out of my
mind the entire day. Only later did I realize that God kept emphasizing that
Ruth boldly spoke that she would go into Boaz’s field, and she would find
grace in his sight, and Naomi encouraged her. Ruth didn’t question
whether Boaz would accept her to enter his field. The King James Version, says Let
me now go to the field, and glean ears of corn after him in whose sight I
shall find grace. She boldly declared that she would find
favour, and she went.
This reminds me why we ought to come boldly, with authority to the throne of grace, and speak that which we want to see fulfilled. Our words are spirit and life. When we find ourselves in particular seasons, face-to-face with challenges, our words should be that of victory spoken in the authority of Christ. It doesn’t help to build mountains that we will need to move again.
This reminds me why we ought to come boldly, with authority to the throne of grace, and speak that which we want to see fulfilled. Our words are spirit and life. When we find ourselves in particular seasons, face-to-face with challenges, our words should be that of victory spoken in the authority of Christ. It doesn’t help to build mountains that we will need to move again.
Moreover, as Ruth worked in the field, Boaz spotted her, inquired of her,
and extended to her grace. He told her not to go glean in another field but to stay
close to where the other women were; he extended a hedge of protection on her
from the ardor of other men. Additionally, if she were in need of water,
refreshment or rest, it was available to her (Ruth 2:3,8-9). That’s grace!
The lesson I take from this is that, wherever you are, and
whatever you have been entrusted to do, speak life, speak victory, let the
words of your mouth command the blessings of God so that God will grace you
with those blessings as you are faithfully gleaning the field. That thing
that you want is right in front of you. Don’t do yourself a disservice by
speaking words of doubt, destruction or death. Speak life and let God honour
you; you may end up not having to work all fields, but only need to work one,
and in that one, you will get a lot of perks you never thought possible.
Just as Jesus assured his disciples that if they have faith, and do not doubt, they can say to the mountain "be you cast into the sea" and it will be done (Matthew 21:21) you can speak to the mountains in your life, and see your circumstances change.
for the sake of love,
Chenai
for the sake of love,
Chenai
Seeds of Change
Jan 10, 2017
Glory awaits for those who seek for it. For those whose heart are in condition for change. Who receive the truth and allow the truth to penetrate in their lives. As I sit here and stare into space, my notebook candidly lays on my lap. The naked pages untouched. I think about all the things I want to do, should do and have to do. The dream of illuminating my goals cloud my head, directly blinding me from all the things I'm going through. The turbulence of my faith shakes me. It plasters itself between the neurons firing in my brain and in hindsight the image of the invisible God becomes what I fear to know.
In the glory of His presence. I question my very existence and the change I want to see in myself. I barely budge, as I lay in awe of His splendour. I'm shaken of what it exposes of me. How frail I am as a being. It saddens me to know that the change I want to be has raptured me to realize that I'm nothing short of human. Deception hugs me tightly and the journey awakens my soul. In a split second I see the image of tiny seeds gathered, being planted.
A mirrored vision, of a farmer who, joyfully, gathers his seeds becomes what is known; he loosely carries the seeds and is carelessly swayed as the seeds fall along the path he walks on. The intense hunger of the birds unashamedly gathers the seeds of her frail faith and eats it up. The farmer continues to plant and her soul takes a liking to the soil, as it softens her heart, she becomes naive to the whispers of the enemy. Drenched in lies, the seeds of her heart viciously hits the shallow concrete of reality. It stunts her growth. The sun biologically rises but the lack of her root results in her slowly falling away and being destroyed.
The calamity of life gets the best of her, deceitful tongues manipulate her. The lies planted in her heart are hypocritical examples of love and worldly affection. Weakened to the echoes of the estranged, the voice of the GREAT one is faintly tuned out. Crippled by the judgement of others and the persecution of pain, she lays broken and unyoked. As the soil of her heart rejects the truth, it weeds to vain pursuits. Giving up, she blindly patches up her open wounds of vulnerability to the pleasures of the world.
As the farmer continued to plant, some of her seeds fall on good ground and heart become deeply rooted in the soil. She bears the fruit of life and the words received penetrate deeply within her. Rooted, her foundation unshaken, she continued to bear good fruit. In her understanding, the gardner prunes her and cuts off any branch that does not produce fruit. She becomes more fruitful as she relies on the vine, the tender whispers of His word remind her, "Remain in me and I will remain in you "| John 15:4|. Good soil, produces many crops, however "no branch can bear fruit by itself, it must be deeply rooted in the vine " | John 15:4|. Her heart openly receives the truth, as she continues to use the words to bear fruit. In doing so, she grows and change becomes necessary.
In hindsight, I envied the seed that fought through it. She set all her goals to push through, not to give up. She allowed the word of God to be planted in her heart. She lured her mind to cut off the lies, the burdens and to destroy the pleasures, her flesh craved intensely for. I watched her go through the nights where tears rushed vigorously down her face and onto her pillow, but on those nights she silently whispered a prayer to the Lord of lords to help her get it right. She recited and memorized the eloquence of scripture "a righteous man falls seven times but I will rise again " | Proverbs 24: 16|. The power of the saviour redemption for her life reminded her not to give up. Change was necessary, growth was important, however, if she lost the sense of her reality she would remain the same person--she refused to become. From time to time sin knocked on her door but daily grace whispered to her heart, I love you and forgive you, come back to me and be the change you earnestly long for.
The new year puts us in great spirits of setting fresh new goals. However, the Gospel of Jesus Christ is what will stimulate real change in our lives. I used the Parable of the Sower | Matthew 13:19-24|
and personified the seed(s), to give us a sense of the truth in which occurs when we fall and become slaves to the lies and the deceptions of the world. True change occurs when our hearts receive the word of God, and in spite of what comes our way, we allow the word to be the foundation in which we live. Life gets hard, things don't always go as planned. We set goals and sometimes, unfortunately, things occur and we are unable to complete them. I want this post to encourage you to set goals and make new year resolutions, but also to remind you that if things don't work out as you planned; you will diligently be the seed that fell on good soil, who received the word of God and pushed through regardless of what is going on. I prompt you to look to Christ, for in him the change we want to be are the seeds of his word that we plant in our hearts.
Reminder: For his Glory, but for your Good!
for the sake of love,
Has the Church Failed ?
Dec 4, 2016
One of my Facebook friends posted a status about the body of Christ not checking on one another like we are called to do.
A couple of years ago me and some members of my church at the time got into an awkward misunderstanding. In the heat of the moment I decided that the best thing for me was to leave the church. If I could avoid all the unnecessary drama and just do me somewhere else, my heart would be settled. In that season I felt hurt and betrayed. Although, I humanly made the conscious effort to leave the church apart of me wanted someone to call and ask if I was okay and if they could pray for me and settle the matter at hand. Many unhealthy thoughts paced my mind about the body in that period of time. I would sit in my room cry and ask God why ? I doubted God loves for me because the lack of love the church showed towards me. I thought about walking away from the faith and doing my own thing countless of times. I felt like the very people that were supposed to rise up and pray for me rejected me and it hurt.
I say this to say,
The church is a place for the sick, the broken hearted and the needy. Yes we live busy lives. Yes the church is run by flawed people, but that is not an excuse. We are called to carry each others burdens and to pray for one another. I'm not writing this to offend or put anyone on blast. This post is for us a christians to become more aware of the role we play in other believers lives and the church. The phrase, "out sight out and of mind" should not be the role we play as a body. So if you haven't seen someone in a while shoot them a message and check up on them. Surely, you never know what they are going through and how much your message or call can impact their day.
Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up!
Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
for the sake of love,
THE HEM OF HIS GARMENT
Nov 3, 2016
The truth of the matter is :
Fear has stifled me from submitting my burdens at the throne.
I'm restless. I've tried to do things on my own. I have believed in the false realities of fear. As it masquerade itself against my heart. My identity is replaced it's deception with anxiety. It smuggles me like a mass murderer ready to do the crime. I've given into the idea that this is the end-- there is no hope for the future. In the words of an african mother, " I am finished" is all I can seem to pull out from what is going on around me. Yet, I've built walls of deception in which I've dug up wells that can no longer hold water. As my heart beats violently and my palms get sweaty, I close my eyes and envision the woman who was subject to bleeding for twelve years |Mark 5:25-34; Matthew 9:20-22 ; Luke 8:43-48|. I mirrored her life with my reality and aligned her grief with mine. Multiple physicians, yet no one could help, let alone her situation grew worse. I silently sympathize with her. I understood the frustration she felt, each time another physician turned her down.
Twelve years of rejection, being mocked and perhaps countless thoughts of doubt. Things remained the same. In her agony, she was cursed by many and isolated from society. Visions of people chanting "unclean!, unclean! " formed in my mind as this woman carried on with her burdens all "alone" trying to figure out the next step. Uncertain, I imagined her cries of sorrow grew worse, and for the remaining twelve years she put her hope in men who were trained to know the mechanics of the body; yet lacked the understanding of what was actually going on with her. I could easily sympathize with this woman's grief, but I realized something much more significant-- the contrast in our personalities. The difference between this woman and I, was her faith. She set her heart on the power of Jesus and his ability to heal her from the touch of his garment. I on the other hand, have failed to trust in Jesus with certain areas of my life. The doubt in my heart and mind has resulted in fear .
Fear cripples us and robs christians of their ultimate joy in Christ. As I sit here and write I'm crippled by the simple fact that, I will not be able to execute the post correctly. The negative thoughts of not being good enough, smart enough has resulted in constant doubt of believing that God doesn't care or will help me. Lies to distract me from experiencing joy in my Savior. The joy in believing that God is my provider, helper, healer and source of comfort. When we allow these false realities to entrap us, we give power to the lies that goes against Gods word and promises for us | 2 Corinthians 1:20|. I learned a valuable lesson from this woman: "our choices to step in faith should be pursued in boldness when we know the one thing we are pursing--Jesus".
The odds was against this woman,
1. she approached Jesus at one of the peaks of his ministry, while surrounded by a crowed of people
2. her bleeding was considered unclean, she was not to touch or be touched
Yet, she heard about a man named Jesus and believed in the face of all that was around her.
I sit here in awe of her experience. It put things into perspective that, Jesus knows our lives and has the ability to free us from all our sufferings. So whether we are struggling with sexual sin, depression, negative thoughts or bleeding for twelve years. Theres a man who can heal you. The cool thing about him is, he takes a broken person meets them at the well, and changes their lives to sin no more. However the ultimate choice is ours, so will we believe? or will we let the fake facade of fear rob us of finding ultimate joy in him? As I dig up my own wells of self-doubt, I know my faith in trusting in Jesus fills them up. I know he can do all things. I'm reminded that each time I start to get anxious or filled with doubt I can hear him tenderly whispering in my ear, " Take heart daughter", " your faith has healed you" |Matthew 9:22|.
And He said to them, "Because of the littleness of your faith; for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you. | Matthew 17:20|
for the sake of Love,
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