Let God be true And Your Feelings A Lie

Trying to get kids in routine requires diligence, I’m learning. If you are consistent, they’ll eventually become so too. If you aren’t, it’ll be hard to get them to pick up again after a halted routine.
I have been trying to get my seven year old and four year old cousins to say short prayers in the morning while they have their baths. I typically make them repeat after me, at least for now till they get used to it. I believe strongly that we have to give kids a consciousness of Jesus from childhood even the more now that the atheism movement seems to be growing rapidly .

So, the first and second days went quite well ; there was no restriction from them in any way. Around the third day, I think, I woke up late which means I bathed them late. I was unhappy about waking up late and  also about some other unresolved issues I was nursing in my mind. They were cranky too; didn’t want to wake up and all. As I started bathing the first one, I decided that I was too unsettled to make them say the prayers. But Just when I decided to close the matter in my heart, I remembered what God had been dealing with me on the past weeks. I remembered how He had pointed out in many ways that my feelings have too often been a hindrance to my relationship with Him, and I heard Him ask, “Do you want to transfer your issues to this innocent kid’s budding relationship with me?”

Immediately, I said the prayer with them.

But, I haven’t stopped thinking of how much I have missed just because I’ve let my feelings get in the way repeatedly. The times when I didn’t believe God still loved me because I hadn’t prayed in days. The times when I missed one day’s devotion and felt like God couldn’t lead me throughout that day. Even more often, the times when I faltered and felt that was the end of it, felt God had turned His back on me.

Like I could earn God by my goodness.

See, it is beautiful to connect with God, emotionally. But it is best to connect with your spirit. Many of us who are quite emotional have taken away the truth about God and replaced it with
emotional suggestions about who God is. We have brought down God to the level of a mere friend who is hurt and will not show up for us when we are not faithful. We have reduced God to a wavering being who we can make happy by our good deeds and so we shy away, thinking God is mad at us when we’ve been bad.

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Darling, let God and His word be true  And Your Feelings, a lie. When He sees you, He doesn’t see you for you, for what you are or are not, for your flaws or flawlessness, He sees Jesus. We have to get this truth. He sees Jesus who took our place, who is righteousness and whose righteousness we now have. So yes, the eyes of God are too holy to behold iniquity but when Abba sees you, He isn’t seeing iniquity, the blood of Jesus already took care of that. He sees you in Jesus, cleaned and perfected.

That we do not feel God is still with us after we have faltered doesn’t mean He isn’t. How good or how bad we’ve been is totally inconsequential. We could never earn the presence of Almighty Yahweh. If even we were the most moral and religious, Christianity would still be based on grace and nothing we’ve done.

We also need to grow from this feel – good idea we have about God and His presence. This idea we have that for God to be in our midst, we must feel a certain way and have some notable physical experience. I used to be there too, used to get bored of my prayer time when I didn’t feel like God’s presence was present. On some occasions, I’d stop the prayer entirely and think the reason I wasn’t ‘feeling’  God was because of a ‘sin’ I had committed.

But, let God be true And our Feelings a lie.

I will never leave you nor forsake you. That’s what He said. We better believe it. He is with us when we don’t feel He is, when our emotions tell us the opposite. He is with us when the Bible study seems Rhema-less, when the praying in the spirit seems powerless. He is with us when we can’t hear the soothing sound of His voice. He is with us till the end of times.

I am learning to get up and pray when I don’t feel like, to write a blog post when I don’t feel like. This Christianity,  it’s a journey of conforming to the image of Christ, of dieing to flesh, to our feelings completely. As I write this, God is still highlighting areas in my life where I must stop obeying my feelings. As you read, I believe God is doing the same to you too. Please heed Him. Let’s work with the Holy spirit till we truly live above our feelings.

God loves you so much !

MercyMax!!!

Relearning: Seek!

I still remember the first time I was told that what we call dry pepper is actually just fresh pepper that was dried out in the sun (Should have been obvious by the name, right?), that there was no special seed to plant dry pepper. I was about ten years old, naive and in shock. I would have argued, had it not been that I trusted the person who told me.

My Childhood was beautiful.

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Will You Let Me?

Hello beautiful people!

Aren’t you guys just as excited as I am for writing and publishing as at when due? Lol. We thank God for GRACE.

When the Holy spirit totally changes what you intended to write while you’re doing dishes, you know He’s about to teach you first then through you, teach others. Let’s get going people, I hope this blesses you as much as it did me.

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Winds And Flames Of Fire

This is the third time I’m attempting to write about this. Hopefully, this will be the last. The struggle to write about this goes a long way to show how unreal and distant this subject has been to me almost through out my life. And I’m quite sure it is the same with so many other Christians.

So, yeah, beautiful people, let’s talk about the ministry of angels today.

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FAILING FRIENDSHIPS

Discontentment is now your daily Bread. Like a ruminant, you chew on it, believe you have swallowed it, swallowed the elements that cause your dissatisfaction only to return to chewing it again.

You used to have it put together. You were once the hero in your small circle. Loved by the people around you , celebrated by more who didn’t even know you closely. Everyone and everything was at your Beck and call. Happiness was the lullaby that put you to bed every night.

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On Standards And Self-giving

There’s something I try to remember consciously as much as I can. It is that this earth is only a road and this road leads somewhere better for me. That this journey may be crooked but my end is a sure deal. It’s a certainty. No two ways about it. So when the storms rise and the sun refuses to shine, I try to remember that in the end, it isn’t the things that are done to us here that matter but the things we manage to get done here, the things we do to make the journey a bit easier for those around us.

However, when we are sunk in many personal issues and worries, it is so easy to forget all this. It is so easy to not remember that there are people around who need a relief off of their own burdens. Indeed, it’s unbelievable what extreme suffering can do to a person’s empathetic and sympathetic sides.

Some time ago, amidst having just so much not going smoothly in my own life, I saw myself gradually become a selfish, self-engrossed, only self seeking person. I didn’t as much bother about people’s issues. In fact, I didn’t want to hear of them. Because why should I care? Because were they there for me when I needed them? Because in this life, every man for himself and God for us all. Because my issues were just too much to add other people’s.

Writing this now reminds me also of the people I was led to reach out to but blatantly refused because ‘my own Christian life wasn’t yet set so how could I try to help someone?’ How could I intend to water a field when mine seemed withering? I had forgotten all I wrote in that first paragraph. I had forgotten that the container used to serve others always has remnants left over in it. I had forgotten that it is in watering, you get watered. That you are the best person to be that person you once needed to the one in need now. I had forgotten that it is more blessed to give than receive. That we are called to a life of laying one’s life down, one’s problems, one’s successes, one’s needs, all down for another’s. That we are called to love. Not as our senses deem fit. Not as our emotions allow us. But as Love loves.

Can we even take a moment to re-evaluate  our standard for this thing called love? Can we for a moment ask ourselves if it’s just a convenient four letter words that pops up in a conversation to make the other feel a certain way and maybe do a certain thing. What has happened to the other side of love? The other side where we give without counting the cost, knowing fully well that even if all we have at the end of the day are losses, we’ve gained because we, as unworthy as we are, have somewhat shared in the sufferings of Christ. We have somewhat shared in His love that wasn’t scared to give, wasn’t scared to pay sacrifices it never owed.

My Friend Eli said, we Kindle the fire of love and then turn away when the heat begins. I believe we do mostly because we have no idea how hot the heat could get after kindling the fire and some of us probably aren’t even aware that during the heat, love remains. That the heat is like an incubator that cultures love till it grows and consumes our entire beings. Till all we are is soaked in love and all we have is love and so all we can give is love. In its most unadulterated form.

Turning the tables a bit, a lot of us also have little or no idea what to expect from love. We are treated in dishonourable ways yet we keep our mouths shut because at the end of the day, those four letters, those three words are flung at our faces like they are the balm to our sore hearts and bruised souls. We are needy. We are empty. So we seek even the counterfeit of the original just so it could be as though…. Just so there’s something, someone in there. Just so the space isn’t vacant. Because we fear the vacancy more than we fear our hearts being occupied with pain, fear and sadness.

But thankfully, whether we are under loved or we under love, we all need one thing. We all need to know and grasp the standard for this thing called love. We all need to first, accept love from Love Himself so we know what Love is and what it isn’t. Then we need to learn of Him the right way to do this, learn of Him the way to love like He did.  He is the right standard for the Love we proclaim. Not our past experiences. Not how we’ve been treated . Not what our emotions suggest. Only Him and how He loved. The self – sacrificing, self –  giving way.

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As you ponder on that, Please Listen to my first released spoken word rendition by following the link below :

God loves you crazily.

MercyMax!!!