Posted in #IGspeaks, Life, Purpose

Truly loved by Him

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l have got to go back!
It’s been a while! Everything seems the same, or maybe it’s just me who’s changed.The path is just as I remember, turfs of grass, I have a feeling that if I look closely I would see the imprint of my feet here.

My heart beats with anticipation, there is almost a desperate yearning in my heart. I hear my heart thud with every step. “Please let it be there”, I pray quietly as I hurry along; half running, half walking…

I see it, a smile and a sob burst through simultaneously and then I see Him, waiting and watching. This time I run and I don’t stop till I get to him.

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I am home again, he kisses my face and wipes my eyes. My heart blooms drinking in his ĺove like water on parched ground.I needed living water so I went back to the well, the place we first met.

You are the Potter
You are Living Water
You are more than enough
So pour yourself in me.
You are all I need.

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Find your well
Get back to Him
He is waiting
He waited for me and I am loved.

 

Posted in #IGspeaks, Life

The chore called Laundry

llI am looking for a laundry basket, something nice that matches my wall. Useful but fashionable. I know I should wash but I just don’t have the time! Besides, that’s why someone came up with the brilliant idea of laundry houses! Laundry is a chore but someone has to do it!

I am reminded as I reluctantly take on the task of washing that I am a finished product of a specific type of washing; picked out of the miry clay and sorted so that the colours don’t run and mix.
My label was checked before I was put in the machine of testing- is she too fragile? Should she be hand-washed or is there a set temperature to her fabric? Laundry is a chore but The Master does it!

He takes his time to pick up, sort out and promises that he would not lay on me more than my fabric can handle. I am cleansed by the precious blood He shed. No detergent is more effective and efficient. Though your sins be as dark as scarlet and red as crimson… when He is done, they are as white as snow and soft as wool.

He finishes the job, sealing me with His Spirit. I am ready for anything, fresh and scented with the perfume of praise. My fragrance permeates my world. Laundry is a chore but I am willing to join in.

laudnryI am a co-labourer, washed by the blood, purified constantly by the washing of the Word daily. Baptized and sealed with His Spirit

I remember how filthy my self righteousness was and it is nothing compared to who I am becoming. So, I tell others come. Come and meet a man who specializes in the business of laundering souls. No stain is too hard, no fabric too fragile. He plunges into the cold of our lives, not minding the season and gently cleans us up!

What a Ģod!

He Knows. He made us all so He knows how best to handle us. Washing will never be the same again.

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Posted in #IGspeaks, Life

Jesus has you covered

Duvets, blankets, sweaters and jackets.

They may be stylish but they have a simple function. Cover, hide and protect from the cold. Imagine the discomfort you feel on a cold night without a blanket- eyes shut, you grope around until you touch the familiar warmth of your duvet.

What do you do when the cold hands of life touch your life, finances and your relationships? Do you grope and shiver through the cold or do you get a covering?

See, Jesus covers! “When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to a rock that’s higher than I!
Jesus is the Rock!”

 

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Carry a God-consciousness. Be aware of His never failing love. When your heart’s heat wanes and the cold of disappointment and discontent creeps in, wrap yourself in the warmth of God’s embrace. Breathe in His love and be comforted, exhale the weight that burdens you.

Be aware, God is a shield for you, A refuge and a hiding place. See, it’s okay to hide sometimes from your phone, the ever tugging emotions, the burden of ministry and hide under the covers of His grace.

Snuggle and curl into his vast greatness. He is your glory, my glory and the lifter of our head. Bask in the sunlight of His fullness, in the brightness of his Promises.

Rest! Your Redeemer lives.
Relax! Enjoy the security of your shortcomings covered
Jesus has you covered!

 

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Posted in #IGspeaks, Love, Values

The right sound; God’s Sound

I love sounds!
The trickle of water , the patter of little feet, the giggle of excited teenage girls, a melody, a harmony or that chord that resonates with you in the middle of a song.

Sounds are not always pleasant though! There is the thud of your heart when you receive a distress call from a loved one or the scream of grief or the deafening silence of a stillborn child.

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I love a particular sound , the sound of nails pounding above the din of a bloodthirsty crowd, piercing into the hands and feet of a Man who changed the world,my world forever.

The sound of redemption!
The sound of grace!
The sound of hope!
The sound of freedom!

Change the settings of your sound. Tune your ears to a world of wisdom.
He who has an ear, let him hear!

The sounds of ancient words
I am with you always!
The sound of reassurance!
I will ñever leave you nor forsake you.
The sound of victory!
You have overcome by the blood of the Lamb.
The sound of pure passionate love!
I have called you by name and you are mine.

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Listen to the sound, follow the rhythm, dance to the beat of the sound of heaven.

“How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
in a believer’s ear
it soothes his sorrows
Heals his wounds and drives away his fears”

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Posted in Life, Love

He Awaits You

maxresdefaultl have got to go back!
It’s been a while! Everything seems the same or maybe it’s just me who’s changed.

The path is just as I remember- turfs of grass and all. I have a feeling that if I look closely I would see the imprint of my feet here.

My heart beats with anticipation, there is almost a desperate yearning in my heart. I hear my heart thud with every step. “Please let it be there”, I pray quietly as I hurry along, half running, half walking…

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watching. This time I run and I don’t stop till I get to Him.

I am home again. He kisses my face and wipes my eyes. My heart blooms drinking in His ĺove like water on parched ground. I needed living water so I went back to the well, the place where we first met.

He is the Potter
He is Living Water
He is more than enough
So pour yourself in me.
You are all I need.

Find your well
Get back to Him
He is waiting
He waited for me and I am loved.