My Life – An Errand From God to God

Where are you today? Do like being there? Would you prefer being somewhere else? Are ‘they’ treating you right? Would you wish they treated you, just a little bit better. I was thinking just the same of the place I was. But I have a Loving, Powerful, Gentle, Awesome and EXTREMELY WISE HEAVENLY FATHER.  His Words…they make sense out of what may seem senseless today. What if..just what if…my being where I am today, is a matter of life and death for someone…someone I am too self-focused to see right now?

Just so that THEY would KNOW FOR SURE that GOD IS PRESENT where you are, God may send YOU through humanly unconventional means, sometimes as a slave – well, almost. His Way may be humbling even ‘horrendous’ but I do myself well to remember that the entirety of my life is an errand from God to someone/people and then back to Him with fruit, that they may KNOW He cares about them and their situation. Your/my ‘small’ voice raised in love and truth may unsettle kings and kingdoms to turn their focus back to God. May He open my eyes to Who needs Him this day, that I may send them to Him, for the breakthrough that they need. Hear this, my prayer, Heavenly Father. Amen.

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“The Syrians had gone out in bands and had brought away captive out of the land of Israel a little maid, and she waited on Naaman’s wife. She said to her mistress, Would that my lord were with the prophet who is in Samaria! For he would heal him of his leprosy. [Naaman] went in and told his king, Thus and thus said the maid from Israel…

And he brought the letter to the king of Israel. It said, When this letter comes to you, I will with it have sent to you my servant Naaman, that you may cure him of leprosy.When the king of Israel read the letter, he rent his clothes and said, Am I God, to kill and to make alive, that this man sends to me to heal a man of his leprosy? Just consider and see how he is seeking a quarrel with me. When Elisha the man of God heard that the king of Israel had rent his clothes, he sent to the king, asking, Why have you rent your clothes? Let Naaman come now to me and he shall know that there is a prophet in Israel…

Then he went down and dipped himself seven times in the Jordan, as the man of God had said, and his flesh was restored like that of a little child, and he was clean. Then Naaman returned to the man of God, he and all his company, and stood before him. He said, Behold, now I know that there is no God in all the earth but in Israel.”
1 Kings 5

The Forgotten Unforgetable

Its been a hard week and am tired. And yet I am strangely energized. As I sat listening to God, I heard a voice say ‘go read Exodus 3’. I had been thinking about God hardening Pharaoh’s heart and setting him up for his eventual fall, as He delivered His people, so I thought Exodus 3 was about that. But God is not predictable. He had a new lesson to teach me.

The scene is set, a former prince, sits forgotten in the wilderness of Midian. A wilderness that had accepted him as its own, and even provided him with family. He sits as a son, tending his father-in-laws flock. Self-exiled, murderer, rejected by his natural and first adoptive people. Its interesting to note that God did not run out of options in terms of providing another family to accept Moses, take him as their own. He sits and then sees a sight and goes to investigate it, and we are told that God noticed that he noticed, and therefore spoke to him. Of cause God already knew Moses would.

Moses probably wanted to forget his name and his people. Something that is bound to happen when we are disappointed with our birth family and nation. But God had a purpose for all this, and time came for this old man to manifest His growth and maturity in relation to God. it was time to go back, and be the answer that those who had turned their backs on him last time he did them a favor, needed. ‘Why isn’t it someone else’ responsibility LORD – someone who is more favorably disposed towards them? Someone they hold in regard? Why me? I am forgotten – and if anyone remembers me, its probably not really a pleasant memory.”

There may be times when you and I feel hunted down, hidden or forgotten. When God speaks a Wondrous Word to us, we wonder if He has the wrong address, or if it could be possible, that just this once, the All Knowing, All Wise, Almighty God could make a mistake with us. Worse, you have so forgotten where God had you before, and with that, your own ‘name’. I thank God that He NEVER forgets His Name, and our ‘namelessness‘ is irrelevant to where He is taking us, and what He will do with us, in His time. The TRUTH and FACT that He is with us, gives us all we need for the journey. Your wilderness experience has a timing, held in The Hand of Him Who is Above the Law He created – and is Holy – APART from us. Let us go with His Thoughts…that is the only way, we will get anywhere. Look what He did with Moses – the forgotten became UNFORGETTABLE.

Shalom

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“And Moses said to God, Who am I, that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?…And God said to Moses, I Am Who I Am and What I Am, and I Will Be What I Will Be; and He said, You shall say this to the Israelites: I Am has sent me to you!”
Exodus 3

Travelling A Cut Away From the Norm

This morning, I was trying to get from one end of Nairobi, to another, using a short-cut – which sometimes, as in this case, refers to an un-finished road branching away from the main tarmac road that presumably has all the traffic. I noticed that the car in front of us had sped on and we kept catching up with the dust it left in its wake. I could not see the one behind me, but one must have been there, at a distant, catching up with ‘our’ dust. And then there were the vehicles on the opposite lane…with their dust. Most times, from my vantage point on the back seat, I could not see the way ahead. The driver was calm, I was not. He gently reassured me that nothing bad would happen to us, that was not meant to happen, as he could see the road ahead.

It struck me then, that life’s like that. Especially when you take the road less traveled; there is usually someone who did it before, and sometimes…they blow ‘dust’ on your face. Then there are those who are travelling the opposite direction – these also affect your progress, by the amount of dust they may blow on your line of vision. It all depends on WHO is behind the wheel of your life, how well they know the road you are on, and your comfort at any one time on your ability to trust them to get you ‘there’ safely.

Like Job of old I declare today, that “But He knows the way that I take [He has concern for it, appreciates, and pays attention to it]. When He has tried me, I shall come forth as refined gold [pure and luminous]. My foot has held fast to His steps; His ways have I kept and not turned aside.” 23:10-11

and I adopted Carrie Underwood’s prayer ” Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
‘Cause I can’t do this on my own
I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
Just save me from this road I’m on
Jesus, take the wheel”

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My Miracles

The last two days have been some of the lowest I have gone through in my life as a Mom. I had hoped to be able to send my children to college, but it did not work out that way. God remains Good, and on top of this and the other circumstances in my life. My daughter has been really down over this, and more discouraged than I have even known her to be – please pray for her, when she comes to your mind. Leroy on the other hand, has been down with Malaria and Typhoid and up as Mami’s helper in spite of this. He lost his place in college last year due to arrears. God remains Good, and on top of this and other circumstances in our lives. I don’t really know if am over this, I am not sure since there is an ache in my throat, in my belly and somewhere in my chest as I move around. Feeling unable to provide for your child – even the basics, is something I would not wish for someone who has hurt me badly. But that’s not what this post is about. Its a happy heartache post.

So spent yesterday standing on my knees, crying out to God in every way I knew how to…to spare my children from this one…but He allowed for it to happen and having walked with God for a long time, I know He comes in a cloud sometimes -in the best of times. I asked God for a miracle and He blessed me with one. Last night, I went into my daughter’s room to pray with her, because she is at a point where she is not able to pray anymore. She had spent the day with my brother and my dear sister in love Irene, but once home, the gloom of her circumstances just basically descended on her. So, I listen, I talked, I prayed, and then I listened and put of her lights and went to the living room to pray with my Guys. Leroy went first, and I steeled my heart waiting for a complaint…

“Our Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for this day. Thank You providing for us food to eat, a place to stay and water. We are grateful. Please, I want to pray for the teachers. Please let them be paid their money so that they can go back to school and teach the other children. Please also look after the doctors and nurses so that they can go back to work in the hospitals so that people do not have to die anymore. I bless this prayer in Jesus Name, Amen.

I am blessed to be a mother, I am blessed to be their mother, for better of for worse. So, the day that began with a drizzle of tears, ended with a waterfall. A child had led me, a child I had borne, had taught me that there were big issues also, outside our house. I learnt, Humbled. Keep us in your prayers…Keep us still in your prayers. We will walk God’s itinerary, and grow how He would have us grow, Because He knows the way, He is The Way, and that Way is Good. Shalom.

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Waiting for a miracle

I have seen a lot of those lately. Friends around me, rising out of impossible situations, and yet each time I find myself on the verge of a miracle, I balk. I worry…i.e. I sin, by fighting that refusal to believe that God really is Powerful and that He does care about me and mine.

My daughter has been fasting for the last 13 days. Knowing that I had been out of work a lot, and that finances just are not tying in, she and I prayed, waited, and then believed  God for a place in a Christian University in Kenya. Yes, the cost was high, yes those that had promised to stand by us, abandoned ship as soon as they saw the invoice, but that did not dampen our faith that this is God wants for her. She is to report tomorrow, and she does not even have a suitcase to put her things into, the transport to get there, let alone the fees…and all the logistical costs. I had asked God to open up Monday for me to take her. And He has. Its just that…how long does it take God to perform a miracle? It does not help that her older brother has been out of school since October due to fee arrears. In their anger, more than once, they have said to me, that I am not a good mother. I believe them.

Baby boy is unwell, Malaria and Typoid, in his room. At least  God provided for him to go to the lab, and for treatments. He will also heal him. Baby girl is weeping in her room. She fasts until tomorrow – and we had known that this was a special indication of God’s favor. So tonight, my heart breaks over my children. For despite my shortcomings, aside from God, there is no one I love as I do them, and my not being able to provide…How long does it take God to move and change one’s circumstances? Please hold my babies tonight, encourage them and come through for them.

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