trapped in the kitchen

tittle sounds interesting right? well, the other title I considered was "God refused to answer me", how does that sound ?
Any-ways I'll let you decide on the title you prefer after reading, not like it's anything important though.

Okay, so this lovely Sunday evening, after procrastinating on getting up to make dinner like I always do, I finally got up and entered the place - kitchen. Once I was done with the first part of my cooking, I decided to take a break and come do the periodic checks, you know. Then I got to the door that had been acting up for a while. It's one that you have to pull towards yourself to open it, and sometimes it gets stuck somewhat, requiring more force as you pull. So I did the needful, pulled harder, and that's when the handle came off - I was trapped !
Someone had to help me push it form the other side, and I think I was the only one at home, I wanted to go back to my laptop to continue whatever I was doing, but It wasn't the end of the world. :-)
So what do we do when In a tight spot, we pray. "We gotta pray just to make it today" remember that song?

So I prayed - that someone should need to come to the kitchen, and mixed it with faith for good measure.
And then I waited, and waited and waited a bit more, my food finished cooking I served it, ate and no one came  and then I waited again - God refused to answer me. My prayer wasn't a pointless one mind you, he's answered few like those before :-)
I think it was about 3 hours later, I decided to do something, so I got a fork drove it between the door and the frame, and somehow depressed the lock so the door could open, and it took all of 40 seconds, and I had been there for 3 hours !
I was a bit happy and immediately started thinking, hmm, so I could handle this myself all the while, and I sat there praying pointlessly. smh.. I could hear the message loud and clear "God won't step In, when you are supposed to act." And of-course the lesson became more valuable when the door locked on me a few more times, I knew what to do straight away, If someone had come to help me the first time, I wouldn't have known I could handle it.

This might sound a very trivial scenario to you, but then lesson I learnt is not as lame as my story. Of-course the lesson is not terribly deep to the wisdom of Solomon proportions, but I do know, It's a very important one for anyone who will make good use of their time and life. I paid for that lesson with 2.5 whole hours (deducting time spent eating) out of the 24 for that day.

There's also other times when you actually need to wait for God's intervention.

God help us all.

the room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird."Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given,""Jokes I Have Laughed At."

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.

Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked"TV Shows I Have Watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.When I came to a file marked"Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. 

One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore"People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room.. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. 

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16

If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I Shared the Gospel With" file just got bigger, how about yours?

i believe you

The most heart warming thing one of my friends says to me, when we are talking is "I believe you". I think next to someone professing love, this is the sweetest thing I could possibly be told.
I probably should tell this friend this, as I have not done so yet, but it got me thinking there must be something about this statement that would touch God's heart, just the way it always touches mine. I am minded of the "without faith it's impossible to please God" verse (Heb 11:6) - 


" But without faith it is impossible to please and be satisfactory to Him. For whoever would come near to God must [necessarily] believe that God exists and that He is the rewarder of those who earnestly and diligently seek Him [out]"

You guys know when we ourselves mention something twice, it's must be of some importance, when we mention it thrice, then it's critical that the warning/instruction be adhered to.


You won't even be a Jesus Christ follower in the first place if you didn't believe God. Is that possible? I think not.


Yeah, the work comes when we have to believe His word just like that, we are the smart generation, and believing God's word with not enough physical evidence seems dumb almost all the time or let's just say all the time. We want to see how it all lines up and our analysis should at least make some sense. Well, If we look at the faith hall of fame in Hebrews chapter 11, those guys didn't rely in physical evidence from God to believe Him. That's the same way my friend believes what I say, without seeing into my mind. I think thats because of the relationship that we have had, which means we need to keep our relationship with God alive, not running-on-life-support-alive, but proper bubbly alive. Not to say there are no life support times, but that should not be the modus operandi.  


I bet God gets a mighty heart-throbbing feeling when we choose to believe Him, when we actually have not evidence to hold on to.
His Word is Enough Evidence.

not a random ..

A friend asked me to shed some light and this is what the holy spirit gave me as I sought for some clarity. I thought I knew what the verse means, but I never paused to think about it. 

John 15:16
You have not chosen Me, but I have chosen you and ordained you that you should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain; that whatever you shall ask of the Father in My name, He may give it to you. 

From a little research, I found out that at the time and in thier culture, young men always chose who the wanted as their master and mentor, I'm sure the disciples knew as well that they were not the ones that chose Jesus, but I believe He highlighted it to get a message across. 
So he chose them and ordained( empowered, authorized them) to go to work. What work? The one he started.Putting humanity back on the front burner, and putting the devil on the back foot. This Is about living a victorious life as a Christian.

 And a victorious christian must and will live a life filled with/made up off the fruit of the spirit. Imagine a Christian with no patience..what happens when God says wait .. He'll take it upon himself to mess things up. e.g King Saul. Imagine a Christian with no love, that's just unthinkable. 
Galatians 5:22
But the fruit of the Spirit is: love, joy, peace, long-suffering, kindness, goodness, faith,
23 meekness, self-control; against such things there is no law.
we've seen christians lacking self control and one of the fruit listed here.. but in those situations we all frown at them because we expected better. 

It is in bearing this fruit of the spirit that we are supposed to reach out to the unbelievers, evangelism is involved, but even without evangelism, Our light should shine before all men, that they will see and give glory to our God in heaven (Matt 5:16) and for those who are unbelievers they should see and want to know how we live a life of love, self control, patience, kindness and all. 
After bearing this fruit.. It ought to remain, i.e living a spirit filled life is constant and ongoing for it's then alone our victory is assured. What's the point of being kind to a co-worker and being nasty the following week. 

I know some people are demon-controlled, but it's no excuse. :)

So He has called us to a responsible lifestyle and a life of a growing relationship with Himself. And we have enough grace available to do this. 

Heb 4:16 So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.

peace n love

from the inside out..

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I thought I told that we won't stop

We being Me, Myself and I. LoL

Thanks people for the awards, the hello's and the quietness.
The end of last year was quite hectic and a bit of this year as well, but God has been good.
His faithfulness has always blown me away and He's not about to take a breather.

Hope you guys are doing good
I hope to share some of what I have learnt in subsequent posts.

See you around :)