Date Archives November 2015

we're weak without weekly words

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(adj.) characteristic of an orator or oratory; “oratorical prose”; “harangued his men in an oratorical way”- Robert Graves;
limpid :
(adj.) 1. (of language) transparently clear; easily understandable; “writes in a limpid style”; lucid; luculent; pellucid; crystal clear; perspicuous;  2. transmitting light; able to be seen through with clarity; “could see the sand on the bottom of the limpid pool”; crystalline; crystal clear; lucid; pellucid; transparent;  3. clear and bright; “limpid blue eyes”; liquid;
oscitance :
(n.) 1. an involuntary intake of breath through a wide open mouth; usually triggered by fatigue or boredom; yawn; yawning; oscitancy;  2. drowsiness and dullness manifested by yawning; oscitancy;
N.B: i know, i know, i have not made my weekly words post weekly. and no, i am not weak!

I'm not incidental to you!

 It seems the children were merely incidental to him. Perhaps there is someone in your life, you’re  convinced without a doubt in your heart (maybe in your household or among your friends),  that God’s hand is evident upon, do you presume that spiritually you are incidental to them in the scheme of life. You probably haven’t considered it.
 Could it be that when things are going to move spiritually, you have no stamina, no weight in the spirit world, so much that your movement would be as a result of the other person’s influence. Trust me, that is not preferable. It could be a positive or negative movement. 
Take a look at Job’s life. How could it be that the children had not wondered “oh! What is going on here? Our dad is the most influential man in the east, he fears God, he is respected. Why is my life all about the wealth he has amassed and the weekly parties we rotate? Why? Why don’t we live lives that are holy enough so there is no weekly ‘daddy’s kids consecration’ ” 
oh why didn’t they cry? How I wish they did.
This routine or cycle,  if you please, went on. They obliged him by coming for the consecration, not that it was totally unpalatable. 
Oh on that night,  they had made merry In their heart, with the first daughter saying “how is it that only you guys hold the parties and invite us. We daughters will throw the next one. I will make sure you all get drunk to your fill. What a man can do, a woman can do much better.” 
Are you supposed? don’t you know wealth usually makes a person more enlightened. Maybe it was at that stage that the feminist revolution was to be birthed. They took no thought for tomorrow. Daddy will pray for us. Well daddy’s life was about to change.
The devil had just left the presence of God plotting to plague Job further. Just till his faith will shrink and he will curse God.
If awakening feminist daughter 1 had just a bit of spiritual understanding. If she had developed a relationship with God. If she could be someone God will brag about, death wouldn’t have followed. 
She wouldn’t have been incidental to Job’s life on earth such as to be sacrificed. She would have been her own person, with a mandate to fulfil. Someone with spiritual weight and influence. Someone even the devil will have been interested in trying. 
Rather they all died because Job, who had spiritual weight, was going to have a change in his life. 

God, I want to grow more and more in you. I want to mean so much to you. I don’t want to be reckoned in the spiritual realm in relation to someone. I want to be close to you.

Jesus the son of God i believe in you

Its in releasing the reins
He says it and his word is true
The heathens rage
The rulers of the world gather
They all rose against the firstborn son too
The apostles prayed, faces upwards, believing
Immediate answer came
I know you are waiting for me
Just this release into your hands
Because you have said it and your word is true

building happiness

it’s in this flutter of a new life
this hope that springs to my mind
smelling of freshness
scenting rose
it’s where I place myself
never really having been
never waiting for it to show up
forming happiness from these jigsaw puzzle
never complete
it’s where I place myself