Ladies, This is for you...

 I was prompted to post this poem after a discussion with a colleague about God, living in holiness and what people think.

31 TO BE EXACT
And God said...
it was not good for man to be alone so he created YOU.
But somewhere along the line
Someone changed your perspective, shifted you view...
Like Eve.
You listen to the wrong voice..
And took a tasty bite of deception..
Now your stomach's upset cause you spirit won't digest it.
No longer the woman who walks in the confidence of ultimate artistic design
Submit your name change will call you COMPROMISE.
This is what happens when the Gospel is according to..
whoever is at the top of your playlist, and the media has become your Bible..
Searching scriptures of magazine to be told you are dancing lead in Satan's Recital.
But you are not her. And she is not you.
Cause we are called to so much more than
MAKE-UP, HAIR, CLOTHES and SHOES..
And dropping it like it's hot..
Even if we're able to.
We are women of a different status... 31 to be exact.
We are CONTENT..
With not looking like anyone else because we know our differences are not a reason to be jealous
but God's FINGER PRINT.
We don't run around talking about how there are no good men.
We know if we apply half as much effort on the inside as we do on the out..
we'll stop drawing the wrong attention.
SLOW to speak
QUICK to listen
Receiving intervention from a higher dimension
seeking purpose, watching our God given vision come to fruition.
Never forgetting..
that we have been forgiven much
So we eat, we live, we breathe, we give..
we even sweat love.
Always ready to hear from the women with silver hair.
Seeds have been sown.
And their wisdom saturates our soul, clipping that dead ends for growth.
You'll find us always promoting unity, serving in our communities..
Using our gifts and talents as an "All glory to God" opportunity.
Wake up in the morning with the grind for the most high on our minds
Constantly being refined to be exact of our architects design
We have no hearts.
So where's the answer before the question?
Any man who wants our heart will go to Christ knowing its in his possession.
Yes, we are beautiful.
And barefoot in the kitchen of grace
pregnant with purpose, baked into praise, Jesus is who we craved.
Awaiting to come to full term so we can deliver back what has been deposited
Knowing good will one day, we all will be audited
Mercy gives us second chance so we ain't receive what we ought to get.
We needed an intervention.
CHRIST came to do LOST PREVENTION.
On the cross he was stretch and fully extended
And we are given an extension.
Hear me. An extension.
Hear me.
Cause this price was worth far more than your finest Indian remy
I know we can change the things that we don't like all for a simple cost.
But botox, lipo, and implants aint got nothin' on what was accomplished on that cross.
Cause you can't implant yourself a new spirit,
Or lipo suck away your sin,
You can't lock band your addiction,
and you can't botox away your depression.
WE ALL NEED HIM.
It's time to change your status.
31 to be exact.
Don't be afraid of what's abstract LET THE SPIRIT OF GOD BE WHAT ATTRACTS.
We are women of a different status.
This world we will impact.
We are women of a different status.
Proverbs 31 women to be exact.

I am indebted to Janet, IKZ for this.

Prayer

Lord, I need you, Jesus

I need you to forgive me; I need you in my life, God.

 

I have never known a father’s love, no peace to find in my heart

And I don’t even know if you’re above

I heard a man the other day saying that you died to save us all

And that Jesus was the only way

But I’ve done so much wrong

Lord I know I have sinned

How do I get up from here?

Is this where I begin?

I am going to start with a simple honest prayer

Forgive me Oh Lord 

I know that you’re alive

Because I see you everywhere

Lord, I’m sorry

Forgive me, God

I’ll never bow to another god again

How I’m sorry

Forgive me, God

Please be my God from within

Help me, Lord.

Lord I’m sorry. Forgive me God

I didn’t mean to do it

Lord I’m sorry

Forgive me, God, I didn’t mean to do it God

I need you in my life God.

We Are All Equal In God's Eyes

I passed through a recreational park sometime last week. It was a cool and chilly morning, the sun had not come up to pave way for the beautiful day it was supposed to be. There were very few people in the park.

From far, I could hear the voice of a young boy singing praise songs. His voice was coming from the direction I was walking towards. It did not take long before I got to see his face. He was about 9 years old. He had a chiselled-angular smiley face, shaggy hair and a button nose. He seemed to have spent his night at that particular spot. I could see that was freezing but still happy… he was clapping and singing joyfully as if his life depended on it. He was disabled. He could not walk. 

That evening, I used same route on my way home. The boy was at the same spot I had left him, only that this time, he was sleepy after spending a long day in the scorching hot sun. He was struggling to keep awake; his head would go as low as 2 inches to the ground.  

As I walked past him, many thoughts ran through my mind:

• God does care about all of us, equally, regardless of where we are in life.
• We are all equal in the eyes of God, from that boy in the park to the World Bank president, to Bill Gates. We are all equal… and God doesn’t love any one much more than the other… God loves Uhuru Kenyatta (my president) in the same magnitude as he loves that boy and in the same way that He loves me.

Isn’t that deep?

Public Service

I have lost in the debate with myself on whether or not this should appear in my blog.

I need to make some things clear before starting out on this post’s agenda. 

First, thanks to all of you that have been faithful to this blog. I am humbled by your continued support. Second, I take your views and ideas seriously, and that is why am writing this. I acknowledge that much of the information in this blog is personal and it is after much thought that I disclose any information. I will continue updating it, with everything that I think is OK to be disclosed to the public. If I omit any information or implement some of your requests, then the theme of my blog will be defeated.
I recently went through a drastic change in my life. I left a GREAT career to serve the public. I don’t regret it whatsoever.
My service to the public began on a high note: Paramilitary training. In the next few months, I will be sharing my experience at a military camp.

This is what I wrote in my journal on day 2 at the camp:

It is 1940hrs and today is the second day of my training. I am very tired and almost every part of my body is aching… I can barely write properly. It has been two days of strenuous exercises. All I can think about is resting and sleeping.
We are supposed to wake up at 0300hrs every day for the morning run. It is the toughest part of the training.
Honestly, all I think of when am in the camp is nothing. I live every moment at a time, and pray about it as it comes.
Oh God, please give me the grace to go through this to the end. I will always tell people of your grace if you help me out on this one. Please help me so that I may be in good health, strong and successful in this course. I love you God, in Jesus’ Name, Amen.

As I reminisce about the cold mornings and the morning run, one of our physical training instructors, Corporal (CPL) Makokha, comes into mind.  Every day at 0300 hrs, we would have a mini-parade where our physical count would be done (I will give details about these mini-parades in another post. At that time, I felt like CPL Makokha was a rough, lethal, merciless and a ruthless trainer (*sorry, that’s exactly what I felt at that particular time).
 He would make us run all the way uphill, in the dark, on the rocks, whether you fall into pot-holes or not, he didn’t care … you simply had to run. “Nani huyo anatembea, wewe…wewe!… nani huyo anatembea” (Who’s that walking, you… you!... who’s that walking) were the words he would say every day. I didn’t like him so much at that time. 

I need to stop typing, duty calls. I will continue with more stories from the camp in the near future.

Photo of CPL Makokha and I on a walk-rehearsal day (OBMS):

Watch out for more paramilitary stories.