TREASURES

There are those things we never want to let go off. It may not be gold but it is our little treasure. Like when I get a brand new set of headphones I pray it doesn’t ever get spoilt because I like my music. Music gives me pleasure.

We have a way of holding things dear out of fear. we don’t want to lose certain items or relationships because they mean so much to us.

What if what you held dear didn’t actually care? What if you held on to a hope that was bound to drown and you would be forgotten in a sea of forgetfulness. And if you held on to something of no worth at all it will crumble to dust in your care.

There are two things I would like to do better with, knowing the right thing to hold dear and who I can share those things with.

 If people don’t hold dear what you hold dear they will never understand what exactly your treasure is and they definitely won’t help you preserve it. If you have friends that hold you dear they will always find a way to stick around no matter how different you are. If they know you hold something dear for your sake they will hold it dear. They won’t slander you for your beliefs even if they disagree. 

There are some things that are so silly but God always still makes sure we get them when we ask.  I have worried about some things and God made a way  for me and  now, when I think back I realize how silly I have been, That’s because he is our friend. He knows what matters to us and hence it matters to Him. It mattered to Him when Abraham didn’t have a child and when Abraham was telling God his fears God told him not to worry because it was already in his plans. GOD CARES.

We are worth more to God than we could ever imagine. We are a treasure to Him because he gave up for us His only son. I have come to realize that these 2 things matter most our relationship with God and our purpose. On these two I pray we never compromise. In our search for all the good things in life, these two should not be missed. They define us. They define our worth. They make us treasure.

Mathew 7v6

‘’do not give to dogs, what is sacred; do nor throw your pearls to pigs. If you do , they may trample them under their feet ,and then turn and tear you to pieces.”

A SECOND LOOK

 

First glance

Nothing to admire

The same old me

 Wretched and distraught

 I still carry scars

Results of my troubled past

The issues in my life that keep surfacing now and then

My mind stays up pondering on them

Wishing that things had been different

Living in regret doubtful I will ever be free

From these tears that haunt me

Flashes of him, then me

Enter her

And I vanish into thin air

My breakdown could have killed me

Never had I been this traumatized

Not even my mother’s beatings caused me this kind of pain

And in the end it was a blame game

 He said   she said

The biggest challenge was to act perfectly fine

 To hide my tears from the world

And be strong

He always did say I needed to be strong

Funny

Look at this again

I went through pain

Yet I gained strength

 I was someone’s fool

But I learned wisdom

I stooped low

But now I stand tall

Flashbacks still come

But I no longer run

I am bracing the broken down girl

And realizing it has worked out for my good

God has use for the broken

He gives peace to the weary

And joy to the downcast

 If the tears roll down my cheeks

If my emotions want to sink me

If a voice tells me I am no good

I know in my heart

I have been redeemed

Set apart and honored

I may not see it yet

But God’s going to get me there

 Whatever you have been through

Whatever is happening

Take a second look

See God’s point of view

You are redeemed.

 

 

 

 

SLAVE OR FREE?

 There’s a strange tune in my head

It sounds familiar but I sense the peril

 Why does it also bring much thrill?

The idea of being in control doing whatever you want

But what does power mean

Is it just me or power ends up in slavery

To be one’s own boss is to be one’s own slave

To one’s own desire and cause one’s own demise

Does free will really give you a will

Or do we lie through our teeth to fit in

Even though we say we are free

 We say we do what we want

Is what we our hearts truly desire

 Or what another man requires

 Is it that desire  carries   fear

 Maybe a burden burden we all must bear

If it is could we please share.

In Christ we are made whole and free.

A SURE HOPE

 I never know where I will end up

But I have a sure hope

I don’t see what awaits me

But I have a sure hope

I don’t know where I am now

But I have a sure hope

I couldn’t tell why I cried then

 But I have a sure hope

I can’t explain why I smile

 But I have a sure hope

I have been told not to worry

Because I have a sure hope

I have been told I was set free

Because I have a sure hope

I have been told I am a conqueror

 Because I have a sure hope

I have been told a man died

To give me a sure hope

I would like you to join me

So we belong to  a sure hope.

JESUS LIVES IN BROOKLYN!!!!!

I was amazed when I chanced upon a book titled Jesus Doesn’t live in Brooklyn. For a minute I just wondered what exactly John Gallagher was trying to say then again they say you don’t judge a book by its cover so I actually got to reading it.

After the first chapter I learned that Brooklyn is a place of hopelessness and great demise. What God used Paul Wilson to do is amazing. The gradual growth of his faith and the final discovery of his purpose: to bring the love of God to the destitute to bring Jesus to the lost. The progression of a man in a God given direction leading to a world changing venture.

Metro ministries was born out of his obedience to what THE LORD laid on his heart. A ministry which brought joy to the children of Brooklyn and now is adapted in other parts of the world.  A bus went round every Saturday to pick these kids to and from the location. The creation of a haven where kids can feel love and forget whatever problems they had back at home, and understand the love of Jesus. The kids learn songs, play and receive exhortation from Pastor Paul. This did save some from street violence and delinquency giving them an alternative lifestyle.

The kind of patience and persistence Pastor Paul has shown is naturally unimaginable. I have had to babysit a few kids and I kept getting frustrated at their silly behavior. Pastor Paul however has been able to handle over one thousand kids all at the same time. He found something these kids like and nicknamed his ministry YOGIBEARSUNDAYSCHOOL. Yogi and his counterpart booboo are classic cartoon characters which are simply lovable and I remember them getting on the ranger’s nerves too.(those two were rightly matched)

Like every other venture metro ministries had its fair share of trouble. It almost died when they got evacuated from their initial location; a church .The kids had destroyed a pew and caused a clogging in the washroom. The displeasure of telling the kids they could no longer have their Saturday meetings was Paul’s.  A message came to him through another preacher when he was giving up. By a miracle he was able to pay for an old warehouse to refuel the ministry and this time God gave him sponsors which provided transport to convey the kids to the new location. People all over had begun to hear of this wonderful miracle and sent in donations to save the young people of Brooklyn. This time it was bigger than before over 2000 kids came every Saturday. Imagine over 2000 kids receiving the love of God and being drawn to Jesus! I am sure Jesus was very happy after all Paul was feeding His sheep.

Pastor Paul Wilson is one world changer who didn’t give up when they lost their initial meeting place but fought for what he believed that everyone can be saved.

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