Good Morning My Loves

 We think we have all the time in the world.... To do all the different things we want to do. But reality will hit us like a ton of bricks someday, when we realize, we don't have time anymore. There is an old adage that says... make haste while the sun shines. Some, perhaps, take it as literal , while others choose it as not. There are those whose decision might be on par to middle ground. Redemption and glory, may seem insignificant to some.... But as you travel on this road called life, you will encounter many facets of timeless existence. The uncertainty of accepting what is ahead, will be the ultimate downfall of many. Time and tide waits on no man. What you can do today, do not put off for tomorrow. You do not know what the future holds for you. Be constant in season and out of season, as you emerge into the unknown... but confident of the newness of life in Jesus. Your life has been predestined for you. The road you walk upon was already prepared for your footprints. The sand...

 When you help others, God will help you. It is important to understand what the Scripture says and put it into practice. It is not how often you do something.... Rather it is the love and the thought and compassion that goes with it.  So much of our blessings lie deep within the portals of our giving. The Bible says quite clearly, that it is more blessed to give than to receive. Our giving speaks louder than words can ever say. It magnifies, beyond measure, the depth of the desires of the Lord, running through our veins. The act of compassion towards your brother or your sister, exemplifies the poetry of motion, that exudes love of Jesus, from you. Never let it be said, that you were not worthy of being your brother's keeper. The adage of Mercy is what births your heart and lavish untold favour upon you and the generations to come. Favour, well thought of, means being a mentor and portrays the deep significance of who you are and who you will become, as a child of God. Your l...

 This year was not the easiest. It was challenging. It was frustrating. It was joyous. It was overwhelming. It was sadness personified...... But throughout all the difficulties, God's M ercy kept me. His grace was always more than sufficient. His peace passed all my understanding.... and more importantly, I LIVED. The sound of the new dawn breaking, awoken me, every single morning. I stood up strong, in the midst of adversity and conquered every chapter of challenging circumstances. I overcame battle scars and took up my cross day by day and followed Jesus.  There were days, I couldn't make it. Days I hungered for a taste, of what was indeed good. Days I kept banging on desperation's door..... And days,  I struggled to keep my spiritual eyes open. I got kicked.... I got stabbed.... I was beaten.... I was lonely. But Mercy found me. Mercy filled me. Mercy willed me to rise.... and Mercy was my faith.  Though you see me fading, know that I am not invisible. Though you ...

 Everyday I take a leap of faith. I dig deep inside my inner self and emasculate the heart of compassion, as a carrier of God's anointing. There are moments I feel weak. There are moments I feel strong. There are moments I am inclined to lie down upon a bed of nails.  My life has been mapped out and touched by the divine favour of the Lord. Every footstep I make, though overwhelmingly appreciated, I am floundered by potholes and stones along the way. The gentleness of the P assion of the Christ, in me, seems intrinsic. It beautifies and purifies my soul and I stand in awe. Oftentimes, the redness in my eyes and the burning of unshed tears, leaves me wanting. I am in hunger, for the filling, of the Refresher's morning dew. For me to die is gain. Yet I must fulfill my purpose and go where I am sent. To do what I must. To accomplish the glory of what I await, in the by and by.

 Don't try to be something you are not.  Reading in the dark, won't be your potter's lot. If you think you can be, much better than me. Put your hands to the plow, so others might see. Wherever you go, may you walk with the Lord. In sickness or in health, let His love be your ward. In haste, as you rise, be faithful and wise. So your tree will bear fruits and not be your demise. Let your voice blow a trumpet and let it be heard. As the ears of the deaf, may consume every word. You are strong in your weakness and filled by God's grace. In tangible assets, a delight where you face. Mighty in battle, fearless and skilled. To rage war upon evil and take pride in the kill. Your uniqueness will build, a bridge, to be crossed. To determine your passion and to seek those who are lost. You are not me and I am not you. Yet both of us are branches, though we are but a few. What you can do, I might never do. But when we unite, heaven's gates will be our cue.

 God will use anybody and anything to be a blessing to His children. You may not always understand what or why something is happening... but not everything is for you to know. God's ways are not like our ways. His thoughts are not like our thoughts. He is no respecter of persons. He will bless who He wants to bless. He will use who He wants to use. And who are we to question God. When God blesses you, it is the answer to a prayer. You may not need the blessing immediately... but perhaps you will need it tomorrow. Perhaps it is not for you. Perhaps God will use you as the vessel, to transport the blessing to someone else.  Everything in life does not revolve around US. Rather, everything revolves around the Lord. He is the Master planner.... the Master mover..... the Master shaker. When Jesus says yes, who are we to say no. May we always cast aside self. May we strive to eradicate every unclean spirit of bondage, in Jesus name. That we may arise and take up our rightful place i...

 You put my broken pieces back together, when I feel I am falling apart. When I think I can't go on, you keep pushing me to the finishing line. On the days when I am weak and worn, mercy comes, to make me strong. Like a flood that fills my soul, I am guided to reach my goal. Though the sweetness of the morning dew, seems all placid on my lips..... every drop of heaven's kiss, reminds of my eternal bliss. At times I may be tied with chains, but grace keeps breaking down the pain. When peace escapes and I fall down, love surrounds me and I am not bound. Within, without, my comfort comes.... and feathers gently like a dove. My cross I carry on my back..... to follow Jesus, without slack.