TESTIMONY TIME, Blessings time!!!

Yesterday was certainly a day in my life, I pray to God not to forget or take for granted as time would soon eclipse it into the archives of past memories.

"Next, with a standing ovation, please, let us welcome our leaders of tomorrow, Nursery Two, for their presentation", said the MC of the occasion.
  Little pupils could be seen walking onto the stage, some timidly, some confidently, while some nonchalantly...This was the graduation ceremony of these pupils, with happy parents beaming with smiles.

The atmosphere was a happy one filled with occasional giggles here and there caused by the presentations from the children.
  Unfortunately, It was short-lived for me, as I had another appointment for 2pm, It was ten minutes to 2.
With a determined but unhappy push, I let myself out of the ceremony, out to the roads, straight for my next appointment.

Some minutes before 6pm, checking through my bag, I realised I had no suitable transport fare.
  So, the only money I had on me was this 100 naira note terribly torn on the sides and cellotaped in an outrageous manner, that it would take God for the conductor not to insult you and give you back....then, to worsen the case, I learnt that the tee fare was 150 naira.
  Already, I knew my fate, I needed a free ride, but how, and from who?

So, I looked up to heaven and told the Lord of my situation, I also told him that I did not want to beg any bus conductor and I wanted to go home in style.

Few minutes after 6pm, I am walking along the walkway leading to my departure bus-stop, dressed up in clothes that created this sophisticated look, also known as "The Ajebutter look", even though, on my insides, It was a different story entirely and you know why....

When, I got to the bus stop, I went straight into the first available bus. The bus started moving (and then, as if, the conductor was waiting for me), I heard," Who will collect this money, You better collect your money", the conductor was talking to a lady on the first row.

I was on the last row, I looked to my left, the man eating groundnut had paid, then, to my right, the conductor collected #500 naira from the man beside me. I am still wondering what to do when a fight breaks out with the conductor, the driver and other passengers.
  Sharply, I humbly turn to the man on my right,"Sir, please, my money is not good too,Please, can you pay for me?"...

The fight settles, the conductor turns to me, two seconds pass,"Take her fare from my change",says the man on my right.
"Ah, Thank you sir", this must be a dream, so I sit still through out the ride, so as not to break out of this dream, if it is one.
  This is Lagos, free fare, 150 naira, where?

I was expecting to hear,"Okay sister, let me have your number", Nothing! I occasionally make glances to my right but He's using his earpieces, Nothing, No request.

As I drop drown, I am still asking myself if it's a dream.
"Sister, sister, where?", the motorcyclists are shouting for attention, it's not a dream and this is when I realise my breathing just returned to normal.
This is a MIRACLE.

"God, you are great and everything written about you is great"... This is the song that has been playing through my mind till now (I told God I would share the Testimony, I hope it blesses your soul...)
  Don't you think God is great and a little faith can move mountains?

"That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life..Can all your worries add a single hour to your life?

And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you.

Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.

Howbeit this kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting." Matt. 6:25-30,17:20-21(NLT, NIV, KJV)

Your Identity!!!!

She needs your help desperately... Who?

She's your mother and she's also mine...
She's the soil for our Growth...
She's the space for our Expansion...
She's the steps to our Elevation..
She's the propeller behind our Inventions
She's the pride of our Hearts...

She's been beaten so hard by the sun,
Trespassed by men with ugly hearts,
Connived against, by deceiving suitors
Trampled upon, not once, not twice, by selfish souls, who care less for her welfare,

Adversities seem to pick her up as a toy,
Crack expensive jokes at the expense of her health,
Choke her with its chains of misery till her strenght is almost gone and she's no more fun,
Then, leave her to tend to her wounds and when she's fast recovering, comes back to play with her again

However, in the midst of all these... She stands tall with pride,
When she speaks, the others run for cover,
The hard beatings of the sun has turned her into a black beauty,
She can be seen a thousand miles away...

Yes, her heart has been broken several times, she has lost count,
but that did not change the nurture of a mother that she carries or the simple nod of approval of a father that she gives her children..

Unfortunately, at the moment, She's under attack,
An ambush is being set up for her,
She has no idea..and She desperately needs your help.

Without her, you have no identity,
You may run so far to avoid the troubles or calamities about to befall her,
But remember, a girrafe can not wash away his spots,
And a mother's call has the strongest link to the heart of her child...

"What can I do to help?" You ask me,
"Pray for her, Ask the Lord to arise on her behalf and fight for her
Let the sleeping Church wake up and pray,
Let intercessors like Daniel of Old, Esther, Ezra, Nehemiah arise and pray for her"

Who is this lady, you are curious to know...
Let your curiosity be filled to the brim and ask no more..
She's Nigeria, Our Motherland....

"Pray for peace in Jerusalem(Nigeria).
May all who love this city prosper."
Psalms 122:6,NLT

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PRAISE! PRAISE!! PRAISE!!!

FIRST LOVE!!!

It was a worship session, the whole place was jam-packed, from the first floor to the last floor. The entrance to this great, massive hall was blocked by a large number of people, some even took to the stairs, while some sat, others stood.

The stage was filled with colourful stage lights moving in different directions causing dramatic effects on whosoever was on stage.
  Gigantic screens could be seen, some, even plastered into the walls.
The sound systems were on point, you would feel like you could sing with the heavenly host, as every sound emanating from them was clear and strong.

As it seemed, we were all caught up in worship, when she walked past. The scent tracing her every step made anyone she passed, look to her direction.
  She was dressed in a fully embroidered clear turquoise blue gown(I think it must be silk), with her hair flowing down, She looked like an angel.

Still gaping at her beauty(wondering how God decided to make some people so beautiful, almost perfect), I looked around and noticed I was not the only one entranced.
  Yet, with all the attention, it seemed like she was oblivion to it. She raised her hands and joined in the worship session (Omg!!!! Her voice was sleek, like a bird, so beautiful).

"Well, I didn't come here because of her", I chided myself and got back to worshipping. I can't say how long the worship took but at some point, the atmosphere was getting charged, you could tell that the Holy Spirit was around.
  Some people started wailing, sobbing some shouting, some crying profusely and that was when I heard a loud thud not far from my position.

Ehn! I was a little disturbed by the sound, so, I opened my eyes to find the cause...

Our fine lady was shaking(*in my mind, Holy ghost, come upon me too) but then, the shaking didn't stop, instead, it became more violent(*Na wa o, the Spirit's hold must be strong on her).
   Then, her body started making cracking sounds like she was in excruciating pain (This can not be the Holy Spirit), then, white foam started pouring from her mouth.

Omo mhen, you need to see the speed at which men and women of every stature you can think of, started jumping seats; in less than 5secs, the whole row was empty.

People were shouting for help, some were taking her pictures(can you imagine?), some were calling her demon possessed, it was TERRIBLE.
  The medics rushed in and took her out on a stretcher, it was an embarrassing and shameful occurrence(I can't imagine her pain).....

"Write this letter to the angel of the church in Ephesus.
   I know all the things you do. I have seen your hard work and your patient endurance.
   But I have this complaint against you:
You walked away from your first love—Why?..." Rev. 2:1-4 NLT, MSG

Come with me and let me explain some things to you..
  Our fine lady is the Church(that is, The body of Christ, i.e, You & Me) while the onlookers is the World.

These days, the Church has been caught(continuously) in the mold of raising hands in worship, wearing the latest fashions, caring little for our soul which has been filled with worms and dirt, slowly eating away our inside making us into an institution of rules & words that carry no power or life.

From the outside, when people see us, they see us "skalaboshing" (i.e, Speaking in tongues) yet, with no positive or re-generated effect on our attitudes or character.
  The most holy of men are the most cankerous of men.

Jesus is calling out to his betrothed wife: The Church, to come back to her first love;
Let our hearts be filled once again with the Joy of Salvation that has grown cold overtime;
Let our lips be filled with songs coming out from a heart of worship and gratitude to the Lord Most High.
Let our lives be filled with light that we may show men the direction to the Ultimate Light: JESUS.

Jesus is calling out to YOU and to ME and He says:
"My Love, return back to your first love, let's have a relationship, deeper than religion, richer than the teachings of men; full of light, love, understanding, trust, sincere hearts....."

He Says: Let's go back to the beginning, My Love....Shalom!