HEALING BROKEN HEARTS AND WOUNDED SOULS

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I’m not ashamed to be weak

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What are you doing here … (write your name in the space)

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Prophet Elijah had just show cased the power of God and the anointing on his life by challenging and then killing the prophets of Baal as proof of the fact that his own God, the Almighty is the only true God.

When Queen Jezebel their spiritual leader hears of it she promises to reduce Elijah to the same fate. The prophet runs for his dear life and hides himself far away from the city. He is depressed and suicidal. He wants to end it all.

What a paradoxical reaction just after the Mount Carmel demonstration of God’s power.

God comes to him and asks him a very simple but profound question;

“What are you doing here Elijah?”

Has God now changed? Has He ceased to be the same God who answers by fire?

Today this same God is asking some of us; “what are you doing here my daughter/ my son?

What are you doing in that depression, talented young lady?

What are you doing in that suicide idealization, gifted young man?

What are you doing in that sickness and infirmity, daughter of the Most High?

What are you doing in that fear and uncertainty, wise old leader?

Have you forgotten how I showed up for you in the past?

Have you forgotten how we broke protocol in the past?

What are you doing here Elijah?

That city is bigger than your neighborhood

The neighborhood where you live and it’s reality should not define the way we see the entire city.

We have to get beyond our individual reality to properly appreciate life as a whole.

  • You were born in a palace; life is not just about living in palaces.
  • You got hurt by a woman; all women are not “hurters”.
  • You got jilted by the man you love; all men don’t jilt ladies.
  • You’ve been smiling since the day you were born; someone near you needs you in their life to give them their first smile in life.
  • A yellow-skinned man raped your daughter. All yellow-skinned men are not rapists.
  • You’ve lived in affluence all your life; some of your neighbors live on less than a dollar a day.

May our hearts be bigger than our personal experiences.

Let’s be open-minded; let’s look beyond our individual reality and we’ll find a lot of people we can help, and we’ll make the world a better place.

I don’t want to be like you mum!

Featured image What will you do if your own child looked at you in the face and made that kind of a statement? Will you consider them rude, ungrateful and mean? It might be they are rebellious and wanting to have their own way in life, or it might just be a call for you to take a deeper look at things you have ignored for so long. A better and more objective approach to such a statement will be to ask yourself a few questions.

  • Have I done something negatively outrageous of recent?
  • Has she discovered something I have been trying to hide from her?
  • Does the life I live inspire her to be proud to be my daughter?

The truth is that our children go through every bit of pain, trauma and stress we face in life. You could try to hide it as best as you can but the signs are always there. You might not say a word about it but they can read it on your face. Things are not working out between mum and dad. Mum has been crying in her bedroom. Dad has started staying out late at night again. Mum has become very sad and anxious ever since that lady moved into the neighborhood. Take a closer look. You might think your kid is shielded from the mess in your life whereas she’s really part of it, savoring every piece with you. That child might be hurting more than you are. You have a deeper understanding of the things that are going on in your life but she doesn’t. All she sees is the pain and stress on your face and she really want to help but doesn’t know how. When she says she doesn’t want to be like you, she is not trying to belittle or humiliate you. It is a cry for help. She is scared to death of having to live the same kind of life you live. Rather than get angry with them do something about yourself and give that innocent one a chance to live a different kind of life; to be happy. Get some help, even if it’s just for the sake of that child.

There is always a Jethro in your wilderness

The night is too dark; the sun is extremely hot; the pain is excruciating; the loneliness is unbearable. Lord, where are you? Didn’t you tell me You love me and that You will supply all of my needs according to Your riches in glory? What is happening to me now? What will I tell my girlfriend Monday morning? That my God, for some reason has dumped me?

Ever been there? Yes. I bet you have. We have all gone through situations which made us to begin to doubt God and jabber. We begin to wonder whether we had done well to trust Him.

I can tell you that many a times I have had to repent of my jabbering when I finally realize how stupid it was for me to doubt God. Our God will turn nasty things into creative miracles. Over and over He has given me fresh water in the wilderness at a time I thought “It’s over. I’m undone.” Then I have had to look back and say, “O Lord, how could I have ever doubted you?”

The encounter between Moses and the priest of Midian is recorded in Exodus chapter 2. Moses had taken on himself to save the Jews at a time when God had not yet prepared or anointed him for that task. He ended up killing an Egyptian and then fled to the wilderness to hide from Pharaoh’s wrath. There he met Jethro who lodged him, fed him and employed him. Moses later married his daughter. That was great comfort wasn’t it?

This story came back to me powerfully the other day because of something that happened to me. I was completely broke, but I was expecting some money from someone who owed me a fair sum. In fact my situation was so stark that I had to trek for about three kilometers just to collect the said money. It was very sunny and hot; it was uncomfortable to say the least.

But then, God showed up. He did not send someone to pick me up in his car. He did not provide me the money for transportation. He decided to give me a good chunk of inspiration as I walked the streets. I just kept getting powerful thought that required me writing them on pieces of paper. Good enough I always move around with writing material because I usually receive inspiration sometimes in the most unlikely places.
On this journey, I kept stopping at people’s verandas, doorsteps and car boots to write down inspired thoughts that came to my mind. Before I knew it I wasn’t feeling the heat any longer. I was keener on getting the next revelation and inspiration. The proof of it is this article you are reading now.
At the end of the journey I found myself thanking God for inspiration rather than complaining about poverty or the extreme heat.
I don’t know what kind of heat you are dealing with now. Is it poverty, loneliness, divorce, disease, persecution…? I can assure you that if you will just take time off to search in that wilderness you will discover some gold hidden in the mud.

Allow your loneliness to draw you closer to God.

If someone divorced you, remind yourself that you were surviving on your own before they came along any way.

Let that disease cause you to get a revelation of God as the great healer.

When you are persecuted for your faith or for defending the truth, comfort yourself with these thoughts, “God Himself was, and is still being persecuted on a daily basis.”

I have learned to always expect something good in the worst of situations. Put God to the test and He will confirm His covenant with you. “For He has said, I will never leave you, nor forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5b).
Whenever I find myself in a challenging situation, my first reaction is to ask God to show me what He is doing in my life. When He chooses to be silent, it could be an indication that He wants me to get closer to Him and just sit there and savor His presence.

I know I am a child of God, His Majesty’s darling daughter. He will never allow me go through pain for no good reason. That is why I’m not ashamed to ask Him to help me see the rose that is hidden behind the thorns. My God is not like Shakespeare’s gods. “As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport” (King Lear).

IT’S YOURS FOR THE ASKING

IT’S YOURS FOR THE ASKING

Daughter, why are you in such a mess?

Lord, that is all I managed to get

Better still, I deserve all this stress

For long ago I messed up so bad.

No my child, you deserve better

And know I keep no record of mess

Once you cry to me for help.

Son, you are so high on drugs.

Lord, Daddy left and mummy fell to drinking

I feel so lonely all the time

Oh, if I had some loving father

To tell of pleasant times and weather.

Come into my arms sweet little thing

And be loved of a father who cares indeed.

Why are you so worried my beloved?

Lord, I staked it all, I lost it all

I gave in much, I got but little

I lost the hope, I lost the joy.

Believe, believe, sweet gentle lady

And you will see my joy in the morning

Then you will bear my glory to many.

What ails thee my dear dear friend?

Lord, you gave me work to do

I tried but couldn’t make it through

Where are the checks and where are the cheers?

It was never by might or power

Without me you will labor without favor

And rest assured, all I have is yours for the asking.

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