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.

Why Do We Get Discouraged?

Nehemiah teaches us that there are usually four reasons for discouragement --

First, we get fatigued -- We're human beings and it is only natural that we get tired. You cannot burn the candle at both ends. So if you're discouraged, it may be you just need a vacation!

Second, we get frustrated -- Nehemiah says there was so much rubble all around that it was getting in the way of rebuilding the wall.

Think of the rubble as the trivial things that waste your time and energy, those things that prevent you from accomplishing what God has called you to do. If you are discouraged, you may need to clear away some of the rubble in your life.

Third, we think we've failed -- Nehemiah's people were unable to finish their task as quickly as originally planned and so their confidence collapsed.

Do you give in to self-pity? Do you start blaming other people? Do you start complaining that the task is impossible? Instead, refocus on God's intentions and start moving again?

Fourth, we give in to fear -- Fear will destroy your life if you let it. But you can choose to resist the discouragement that comes from fear.

Pray, "God help me get my eyes off the problem - off the circumstances - and keep my eyes on you."

- Rick Warren.

Don’t Be Dust-Conscious

Luke 13:11

"And behold, there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and was bent over and could in no way raise herself up."

Imagine being bowed over for 18 years. All you would see is the dust on the ground. That was the predicament of the woman in Luke 13. Dust was all her eyes fell on, all the time, everywhere she went, until she became dust-conscious. Thank God she finally saw the beautiful feet of Jesus, who brought her good news and raised her up.

Now, dust is the devil’s food. The Bible tells us that God cursed the devil to eat dust all the days of his life. (Genesis 3:14) Dust represents death. (Genesis 3:19) The devil wants you to be like him — to fall flat on your belly, crawl and eat dust. To eat dust is to feed on your shortcomings and lack, until you constantly feel that there is so much in your life that you need to clean up. You may not be physically bowed over, but like the woman, you become dust-conscious and life every day is a struggle.

Having a dust-consciousness also affects the way you see others. You look at people’s faults all the time. You point out their shortcomings and rake up their past failures. When you are dust-conscious, you find your relationships robbed of peace and joy.

And if you, like the woman, keep looking at the dust, before long, that inward position of dust-consciousness becomes so entrenched that you become the devil’s food because dust is what he eats. God’s Word describes him as being like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. (1 Peter 5:8)

If you don’t want to be devoured by him, then lift your eyes above the dust! Instead of looking at your failures, look to Christ who has delivered you from every defeat. See yourself the way God sees you — righteous and holy in Christ. (Colossians 3:12; 2 Corinthians 5:21) You are not dust because you are not in and of the flesh — you are in and of the Spirit. (Romans 8:9)

The more you realize who you are in Christ, the more you will straighten up and walk the way God sees you — a new creation with His authority, power and overcoming Spirit! 

 

Courtesy of Joseph Prince

Apologies

To all men,

I sincerely apologize for being a bad girl. I have repeatedly rebelled against all of you, continuously said terrible things about you and actively discouraged women from getting involved with you (verbally and on this blog). Am sorry. I hope am forgiven.

I particularly apologize to Jose, Pius, Isaac, Mohammed, my grandpa and my biological dad for all the unreasonable moments from me that you had to bear with. 

I acknowledge that marriage is an institution created by God for two people, a man and a woman. It should be respected. I respect it. I apologize to all people that I misled on the importance of marriage.

Please don't misunderstand me; no, I am not getting married, neither have I gotten into a relationship with anyone. God has been speaking to me about this lately and I felt obligated to put up this post.

Finally, I wish all of you a happy fathers' day. Special appreciation goes to my dad, Mr. Mbugua, for taking care of me and for disciplining me.

Start Using Your Measure Of Faith

Romans 12:3

… God has dealt to each one a measure of faith.

As children of God, we should never say, “I don’t have any faith.” To say this is to say that God is a liar because His Word already tells us that “God has dealt to each one a measure of faith”.

Why then does the faith of some seem to be stronger than others?

Well, faith is like muscles. We are all born with a measure of muscles. But some of us develop our muscles better than others. Bodybuilders, for example, exercise their muscles very regularly to make them grow bigger and stronger.

Likewise, your measure of faith grows when you feed and use it. Each time you hear or read God’s Word, you are feeding your faith. When you confess God’s Word and expect good things to happen to you, you are using it. And the more you use it, the more your faith grows.

So use your faith. You could start with headaches, for example. When you have a headache, instead of always running straight for your painkillers, use your faith. Ask God for healing, and trust and thank Him for the healing.

Now, don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with taking medicine. And if you have to go to the doctor, don’t feel condemned either. Just start using your faith at a level you are comfortable with. If you need to go to the doctor, then go in faith, praying, “Abba Father, I am going to the doctor. I am asking You in Jesus’ name to give the doctor wisdom to give me an accurate diagnosis. My trust is not in him but in You.”

And when you take your medicine, don’t just pop in the pills. In faith, say, “Lord, sanctify this medicine,” then take it. This is because some medicines have negative side effects. So when you ask God to sanctify it, He blesses that medicine. And what will be developing in you, growing bigger and possessing your body until it is too widespread, is divine health!

Beloved, you have been given a measure of faith. Start using it, believing that it is this measure of your faith that causes you to draw from the inexhaustible power of a faithful and loving God!

Thought For The Day
Your measure of faith grows when you feed and use it. 

Courtesy of Joseph Prince