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Heyyyyyyy ! I am V OF THE MOST HIGH GOD. Welcome to the Yielded Center. Through my reflections on faith, my meditations on scripture and intimacy with Holy Spirit, l aim to inspire my readers to cultivate an authentic transformative walk with God. We yield by living a spirit led life.
Do you desire this? Then keep showing up here and let’s get practical.
And hey, God loves you. đź’ž [ We laugh and love here]
We are launching a book tomorrow family!! And I’m so excited!!! The details on the launch are on the poster below.
Get ready to hear from some amazing speakers! They’ll be sharing on powerful topics such as:
Is time ever on our side?
Time travel
Do you remember the 90s and 2000s? Etcetera
Just a quick one today. Let’s talk about your health. Are you really taking care of yourself?
Are you eating well? Resting enough? Honouring your body, or quietly abusing your days of good health? Because here’s the truth: the consequences of neglect will always show up eventually.
Your body is the vessel God has given you to function on this earth. You can’t ignore it and expect it to keep carrying you without protest. If your long-term plan is to become a ghost, well… that mission will fail. You want to work for the Lord, right?
You want to serve, move, create, build, travel, preach abi? Then take care of the vessel. Your body can turn on you if you keep treating it like it doesn’t matter. I hope you know this. So rest. Eat wisely. Slow down if you need to. Steward your health with intention, your calling depends on it.
It is foolish to overwork the body and still expect it to function at its best. The flesh is fragile. It’s not built to run on neglect.And truthfully? A lot of these healing prayers were constantly praying could’ve been avoided if we just drank water. (I’m preaching to myself too. And yes, I’m serious.) We are trying to bind and cast what wisdom should’ve managed.
You eat all the junk in the world, never rest, never pause to breathe, and then say, “I want to win souls across the nations.” Okay but how, exactly? The devil is watching you. He’s not just looking for one door he’s studying your habits. He’s observing how you rest. And if he sees an opening, he’ll introduce some convenient little disease. And because of the lifestyle you’ve chosen, it will be “justified” , in the sense that if you tell someone who’s been sleeping around that they have an STD they won’t jump off the seat. Something in them knows the result is from a lifestyle.
Listen you don’t please God by abusing the body He wants to use.. “I’m Apostle Paul.” Eh okay. All I’m saying is this: Be wise in your dealings. Don’t sabotage your destiny with poor stewardship of your health.
Kudiwanashe Lilian Mutambirwa, also known as Lilly Nashe, is a born-again believer who has dedicated her life to spreading the message of God’s love and transformation. A marketing manager by profession, she is also a Christian influencer and motivational speaker. Her ministry focuses on empowering the youth, young adults, and women.
With over seven years of experience as a motivational speaker, Lilian has had the privilege of addressing diverse audiences at schools, corporate events, churches, and children’s camps, where she serves as a camp counsellor . Her messages are anchored under the belief of Romans 12:2, that after an encounter of Jesus Christ, true transformation begins with a renewed mind. Lilian’s future aspiration is to become an author, with a focus on books that explore Christian life and marriage. Her proposed works aim to navigate themes relevant to believers, such as single life, waiting on God’s promises, and standing firm in faith, as encouraged in Jude 1:3. Through her endeavors, she shares her personal testimony—a story of transformation through God’s love. This experience has become the cornerstone of her purpose: to introduce people to the love of God and her urgent message about the soon-coming King.
I was in the middle of a forest, surrounded by young voices crying, singing, and praising. I heard the call, “If you want to give your life to Christ, raise your hand and invite Him in,” and so my hand was raised. With a face full of tears, a running nose, and a racing heart, I invited Him in. Moments later, I was led to a riverbed; there I publicly professed my faith as a bold 12-year-old girl. I was at peace. But years later, things changed. No, I changed. No longer was I a child; I now reasoned differently. The reality of life and its struggles, passions, and desires roared loudly. My home was no longer the same; pain, blood, and anger were frequent visitors. But I tried to soldier on until I couldn’t. The joy of the world enticed me, and with no one to report back to, I answered that call. For twelve months, I found a lodging place in the heart of my desires. Never truly feeling convicted, because I’m not that bad, right? It’s just one occasional drink, accompanied by an occasional puff of flavoured air, as I lay in the arms of a lover I knew my God did not know. The only thing I couldn’t do was ignore the reality of my consequences, the wages of sin and my guaranteed destination. And so there I was, again. With a face full of tears, nose running, and a heart racing, this time alone in my room on a random afternoon. I wept because no longer did I know what peace felt like; I hadn’t felt conviction in months, so I wept, “Help me, please Lord, help me,” and He answered me…
The day I got saved, I was so broken; my heart was heavy, and my life had no direction. According to the flesh, I had no reason to leave the world, but God knew my destiny—the calling over my life was greater than any pleasure this world could offer. The day I gave my life to Christ, the love a good man gave me was no longer good, because how can something good lead you to a guaranteed death? The day I gave my life to God, I encountered Love, true love. A love so real it died on the cross for everything I had done; a blood so powerful it broke every stronghold the enemy had over my family; a Love so kind it removed every feeling of condemnation within me. God’s love changed my life and rewrote my story. The day I got saved, all of heaven rejoiced, and now I rejoice daily, because Love changed my life the day I got saved.
• Do you have a role model? How do they inspire you?
l don’t have a role model other than Jesus.
The life of Christ is my reference point for everything I face. I admire many people and find their lives beautiful, but my only true role model has always been Jesus Christ.
A lot of what I want to do is still under construction and prayer, but I urge you to stay connected. My first book, podcast and Youtube channel relaunch are just some exciting things I hope to share with you all very very soon. I love you!
I’m so excited to share that this weekend, I’ll be launching my book “A Thing Called Time” and you’re invited to celebrate with me online via Zoom! 🎉
This isn’t my first book, but it’s the first published one so I’d love for you to , my wonderful readers, to be part of this joyful moment. It’s a free event, open to everyone, so feel free to invite your friends. Let’s come together and praise the Lord for the great things He has done! It’ll be a relaxed evening, so grab your coffee, get comfy, and join us from wherever you are. All the Zoom details are below. And yes all info on how to get your copy of the book will be shared at the event.
I recently watched a film that I believe every Christian should too. It’s powerful, insightful, and very timely. I’ve linked it just below please check it out when you get the chance.
For your praise and worship time today, here are two song suggestions I’ve been loving links are included as well!
If you have any questions about the book launch, feel free to drop a comment, send a DM, or reach out via email. Hope to see you there!
The person who hurt you the most… finally says, “I’m sorry.”
Not defensively. Not to clear their conscience. But truly genuinely sorry. They admit to the lies. The slander. The gossip. The abuse. All of it. They don’t deny it. They don’t gaslight you with “I didn’t do that.” Instead, they look you in the eye and say, “I was wrong. I hurt you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
How would that make you feel? To be acknowledged. To be believed. To be validated in your pain. To finally hear the words that your heart waited so long for. Would it break you? Heal you ?Free you? Or maybe… a bit of all three. I guess that’s what so many of us are waiting for, to finally begin healing. To get the closure we never received. To close that chapter. To feel like we can start living again. We’re waiting for someone to say, “I’m sorry.” Waiting for someone to own what they did, to acknowledge the pain they caused, so we can finally exhale and let go.
And in some ways, we’re not wrong for wanting that. Because when there’s no apology, the wound doesn’t fully close. It lingers. It stings. It stays open in quiet, subtle ways. And I always tell people, no one gets to decide whether they hurt someone or not. The person who was hurt gets to name that pain. Because at the end of the day, we can’t fully know how someone else feels. We’re not in their body. We only know our own.
So maybe that’s what we’re all really waiting for: an apology. A real one. But here’s the hard part how long have you been waiting? Some people have waited ten years. Some have waited their whole lives. Some never got it, not even on a deathbed. Especially in some of our homes, where “I’m sorry” is treated like weakness or something unfamiliar. In many African households, apologies can feel like foreign language.
And so, some people will wait forever. And they’ll never hear those words. So the question becomes: what do you want to do with that reality? The 50/50 chance. The gray area. Do you wait? Do you confront? Do you release it for your own peace, even if they never say sorry? This is where healing becomes a choice. Not easy. Not clean. But yours to make.
I want you to ask yourself something real today: Would you still choose to forgive if the apology never came? Yesterday, we spoke about forgiving ourselves. We reflected on what it means to look in the mirror and say, “I’m sorry Vanessa, for the things I put you through.” And that’s hard but in many ways, it’s easier than what we’re about to face today.
What about when the pain comes from someone else? What happens when the person who hurt you never says, “I’m sorry”? Are you willing to wait? And how long are you willing to wait?For some, the apology might still come. Maybe in two more years. Two months. Two days. Even in two hours your phone could ring, a message could appear, and they finally say the words you’ve longed to hear. But for others… the apology may never come.
And if that’s you, then the question becomes not if they’ll say sorry, but what will you do if they don’t?. This is where the Word reminds us: “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” (Proverbs 4:23) Guarding your heart isn’t about building walls.
It’s about making room for God to heal what others damaged.
It’s about choosing not to let bitterness take root and rule your life. It’s about deciding through God’s strength to forgive even when it wasn’t asked for. Let me be clear , I am not downplaying the pain. I am not dismissing the weight of what you’ve been through. I know it made you cry. I know it made you question your worth. I know it was heavy and unfair and you didn’t deserve it. But I also have to ask will you stay on this mountain forever?
Because the Bible says, “You have stayed long enough at this mountain.” (Deuteronomy 1:6)
How long have you been feeling that way? And how has it helped you? Maybe today isn’t about getting an apology. Maybe today is about letting God do what that person never could, heal you, validate you, restore you. We will look at steps to forgiveness as we build on this topic but please,
I know these words aren’t easy to say. For many of us, simply reaching the point where we can say “I forgive you” is a struggle. And the reason is understandable the weight of what we’ve endured because of others can feel unbearable. Our experiences are not the same, our responses differ, and our hearts process pain in unique ways. But if there’s one thing we can all agree on, it’s this: forgiveness is not easy but it’s also not optional.
Someone is angry and bitter because they were raped. A man is broken because his wife betrayed him. A woman carries deep resentment because her husband abused her. Children cannot bring themselves to forgive their parents and parents, in turn, struggle to forgive their children.
Unforgiveness has crept into the workplace colleagues turned against each other. Among siblings, grudges grow silently over the years. In friendships, it disguises itself hidden behind smiles and small talk, but waiting patiently for a day of expression . Even among brethren in the church , who pray the Lord’s Prayer, asking, “Forgive us as we forgive those who trespass against us,” there remains a list at least five names they’ve never truly released in that very department. And perhaps the heaviest of all is the unforgiveness we carry against ourselves.
Sometimes, we do receive apologies. People kneel, they cry, and they express deep sorrow for what they’ve done. And yet, some say the apology isn’t sincere. Others respond with anger, turning the moment into another argument, another war. It makes me wonder why Jesus emphasised the number of times we are to forgive. Perhaps He knew that in this life, offences would come not just once, but over and over again. And maybe that’s exactly why forgiveness, too, must come over and over again.
Today, I want to ask you, have you forgiven yourself?
Have you forgiven yourself for misjudging that guy, for pouring your heart and resources into someone who made you feel like a fool? What about that sin that still lingers in your mind, always before you?
Have you forgiven yourself for the moment you dropped your guard for a few minutes of pleasure that came at the cost of your consecration? Have you forgiven yourself for the things you didn’t do, the words you should have spoken, the decisions you delayed, the red flags and exit doors you ignored?
Forgive yourself for not walking away sooner. For taking a path that ended in pain, even in trauma like rape. For staying silent when you needed to speak. For the years that feel wasted. You need to forgive yourself. And you need to do it now. Not tomorrow. Not someday. Now.For some, forgiving others feels impossible because you’ve never started with yourself.
You’re still beating yourself up over a past that Jesus already washed clean with His blood. You can’t forgive yourself for not hugging your parent more before they passed. Maybe you told a lie. Maybe it’s the baby daddy. Maybe you made a decision that changed your life for the worse. But the question is: until when?
How long will you carry that burden?How long will your shoulders bear what grace already came to lift? It’s time to give rest to those tired shoulders. Look in the mirror. Call yourself by name. And say:
“[Your Name], I forgive you. I forgive you for everything. I forgive you seventy times seven times. I forgive you because God has already forgiven you. I forgive you because you deserve to spread your wings and fly. I forgive you because you can only soar high when you’re carrying light.”
And I hope it’s not just words. I hope you finally allow yourself to come out of that cage. ❤️
