“Test yourselves to make sure you are solid in the faith. Don’t drift along taking everything for granted. Give yourselves regular checkups. You need firsthand evidence, not mere hearsay, that Jesus Christ is in you. Test it out. If you fail the test, do something about it. I hope the test won’t show that we have failed. But if it comes to that, we’d rather the test showed our failure than yours.
We have come to the end of the week family. It is time for us to reflect and get our spiritual check up. The bible says you need first hand evidence that Jesus Christ is in you. When l read this l thought of how many people live anyhow and their defence is “God knows my heart.” The bible says there must be evidence of this “godly heart” , the issues of life that flow from your heart, your words, actions, lifestyle should prove that you are a Christian. Are you a Christian? If Christ stood side by side with me, would we be twins? Or will it be very clear that l “claim” to be like Him.
Today take sometime to sit and think carefully about these things:
• my mind
• my speech
• my actions
• how I relate to people
• obedience
• and many other things
Ask yourself this , Is Jesus Christ in me? Examine yourself. Stop trying to meddle in other people’s affairs, the mirror is before YOU. This is not something you just carelessly engage in, meditate, be honest with yourself, find the blurred lines and ask Holy Spirit to help you. There’s a verse that always gets to me ;
“On the day of judgment many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, don’t you remember us? Didn’t we prophesy in your name? Didn’t we cast out demons and do many miracles in your name?’” Matthew 7:22 TPT
Don’t think that because you’re in the field working, you’re guaranteed heaven. Serve. Labour. Do the works but remember to
Happy Friday my loves. We have a had such an impactful week as the Yielded Family. I encourage you to keep sharing the links to those who may benefit from these real life stories. We have our email box full of many stories and I can’t wait to share them with you. Happy women’s day to the Yielded Women . You are special. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are ABBA’s Princess . Look arts you, all Queeny and Princessy! 😍❤️
Today I want us to talk about pressing the restart button. It’s one button the devil does not want us to press. We press it by choosing salvation. We press it when we repent. We press it when we accept/step into the new. We also press it when we decide to try again. To forgive. To stop condemning ourselves. To go back to the process no matter what it takes. I want us to press that button today. RESTART.
I used to have a Huawei phone that would sometimes glitch or freeze on me. At first I’d be confused as to what to do but as it continued, I found a way to get it to function properly again. It was to reboot it. By the time it restarted, the freezing and all the problems disappear. A phone that wasn’t allowing me to even type a proper message suddenly typed paragraphs and not only that; it started functioning as if there was never a problem. Are you that phone? Freezing and glitching? Not knowing how to keep typing or calling? How’s about you reboot?
Sometimes the freezing was caused by too many apps open. Too many photos. Too many videos – not enough space. Sometimes it was because it overcharged and over heated – or maybe the memory card had a virus. Could that be you? Overworked and tired? Overheating with emotions? Or a virus has come in and it’s corrupting the system? Could you be that beautiful phone that anyone would admire and want to buy but when they check the battery life, they tell the vendor no! Give me another one. When a buyer comes and holds it, he says but it’s overheating, I don’t think I can buy it.
Are you the phone that doesn’t glitch or freeze but the screen is cracked because you were careless or too trusting and people left scratches on you , now people just assume you are no good? Nobody wants to try changing the screen, they all look away because the “phone” looks damaged? When it’s really not? I did not throw my phone away , I needed it, it had my cherished photos, messages, memories, I only had to reboot it. Will you give up on you and all the treasures hidden in you? Press the button.
I am pressing that button today. Out with the old, in with the new. I am gonna breathe and stop holding back my emotions from God. I will approach the throne of grace with boldness and say , “Revive me again Lord!” I will go to My Father and say “Lord, reboot me again!” This is what the Bible says about how to press restart; there’s two ways.
Repent
BE in His presence
“And now you must repent and turn back to God so that your sins will be removed, and so that times of refreshing will stream from the Lord’s presence.” Acts 3:19 TPT
It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve pressed the button; go back to seeking for refreshing times. Pause for a moment. You’ve been overheating. So pause. Say this , “Revive me again Lord!” Shut down every other emotion and focus on Him just like the phone doesn’t even care if Instagram is on or you’re on a call, once you press the button, it’s main focus is to get the system running again. Your focus today is to refresh. Drink water. Get yourself nice food. Spend time with God. Say kind words to yourself. Put some comedy and laugh. Call a friend. Stop running a marathon with no one to pass the stick to, stop on the tracks. Maybe you don’t have to run. Maybe you’re the phone that doesn’t have to be sold, just fixed.
Hey, don’t give up. Press the button! If all cracked phones should be thrown away, how many would we buy In a year ? Somethings just require you to stop and go to Abba. He knows how to get you up and functioning properly again. He is waiting with a big hug, go on. Go to Him.
Happy new month family. We are officially on chapter 8 !! Each time we are presented with the new , we are to make a conscious decision to let go of the old. God has brought us into a new season but He cannot force us to step in. Many people are still stuck in 2022 , “I wish it remained like that. I wish I could go back to the good old days,” hear what Solomon says,
“Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is not wise to ask such questions.” Ecclesiastes 7:10 NIV
Do not say July was much better because you do not know what God has in store for you in August. There is more! There is better! There are brighter days! It may seem like you aren’t really making progress from the vision board you created at the beginning of the year but stay aligned to the leading of the Holy Spirit. When Ruth lost her husband, Boaz was busy elsewhere minding his business but the bible is clear on this ; all Ruth had to do was follow Naomi and all Boaz had to do was to stay in Bethlehem. Our instructions for August may differ, don’t relocate when you’re supposed to stay, don’t give in to emotional distress, do not fear. I pray that your long awaited testimony will find its way to you this August. I love you.
Here’s todays chapter of:
THE SEER OF THE HILLS (3)
Nandi’s mind raced with conflicting emotions—fear for her son’s safety, pride in his extraordinary gift, and a gnawing ache of separation. She knew the priestess of the hills was revered for her wisdom and connection to the spirits, she was also , a witch, the thought of Malusi leaving their humble village filled her with a profound sorrow.
As dusk settled over the gathering, the decision was finalized. Malusi would be taken to the hills, accompanied by the elder and a few trusted villagers. Nandi clung to her son, whispering words of love and encouragement, trying to imprint every detail of his face in her memory.
The journey to the priestess’s sanctuary was arduous, winding through dense forests and up steep paths that seemed to stretch toward the heavens. Malusi walked with a quiet determination, his gaze fixed on the distant peaks where his future awaited.
At last, they reached the sanctuary—a clearing bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, nestled amidst towering trees. The priestess, a figure draped in robes adorned with symbols of ancient wisdom, welcomed Malusi with a serene smile. Her eyes held a depth of understanding that both comforted and unnerved Nandi.
“Welcome, young seer,” the priestess spoke, her voice carrying a melody that seemed to resonate with the very rhythms of the earth. “You have been chosen to walk the path of the spirits. Fear not, for you are in the hands of those who guide us all.”
Nandi embraced Malusi one last time, her tears mingling with the whispers of leaves overhead. She watched as he followed the priestess into the sanctuary, disappearing from her sight but never from her heart.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Nandi clung to the hope that Malusi was safe, that he was fulfilling his destiny as the elders had foreseen. She tended to their small hut, finding solace in the familiar rhythms of daily life yet haunted by the absence of her son’s laughter
And in the quiet of the nights, when the hills whispered secrets carried on the wind, Nandi whispered her own prayers. Prayers for Malusi’s protection, for his wisdom to grow, and for the day when he would return to her, a bearer of light and peace.
In the stillness of the night, when the village slept and the moon bathed the world in silver, Nandi slipped away from her humble hut. Her heart fluttered with a mix of apprehension and longing as she made her way toward the sanctuary hidden among the hills—the place where her son, Malusi, had been taken to commune with the spirits.
The path was familiar yet treacherous, winding through dense forests and steep inclines that seemed to stretch toward the heavens. Nandi’s steps were guided by a mother’s love and an unyielding determination to see her son once more, to reassure herself that he was safe amidst the mysteries that had engulfed their lives.
As she approached the sanctuary, the sacred grove greeted her with a hushed reverence. Shadows danced among the ancient trees, their whispers mingling with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Nandi’s breath caught in her throat as she glimpsed the flickering glow of the sacred fire, the heart of the sanctuary where rituals were performed and prayers ascended to the heavens.
There, beneath the canopy of stars that bore witness to the secrets of the night, Nandi saw him—Malusi, standing with the priestess amidst the quietude of the sanctuary. His form was illuminated by the soft light of the fire, his eyes reflecting the depths of a journey that had transformed him in ways she could scarcely imagine.
“Malusi,” Nandi whispered, her voice carrying across the clearing like a prayer uttered in the silence of the soul.
Malusi turned, his eyes widening in disbelief and joy as he beheld his mother standing before him. What was she doing there? It was a crime!
Hey Family! Happy Wednesday. First of all l just want us to do something together. Place your hand on your chest, leave it there a couple of seconds. Be very attentive. This is not yoga or all those “connect” to the goddess type of things. Can you feel your heart beating? Did you remind God to wake you up? Is your heart beating because you’re beautiful? Is it because you are intelligent? Are we alive because we are better than those who passed on? Why is your heart beating? The answer is a name – GOD.
Often times we only want to praise and worship because of material things, things money can buy. What about the fact that your eyes are reading this today and your mind is absorbing and understanding? Your mind actually remembers words you learnt years ago. Your mind knows a language called “English” you can read it, understand it and even allow it to command/instruct you. You are not crazy. Oh how about your fingers, scrolling here daily, the soundness of your mind lets your fingers know that it’s time to scroll and read some more. Do you know that your body communicates with itself? Are you the one who tells it that walking means moving one leg after the other? The paradox is that your mind uses itself to understand itself . Why are we what and who we are? Who has done all this? The answer is a name – GOD.
I know you may not be where you want to be, you may not have all you want to have but being alive means you have a chance to become. If you can’t seem to find a reason to worship; place your hand on your chest over and over again. Let that be your guide to the secret place. With every beat, your heart whispers a name – GOD.
“So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open, drinking in your strength and glory. In your generous love I am really living at last! My lips brim praises like fountains. I bless you every time I take a breath; My arms wave like banners of praise to you.” Psalms 63:2-4 MSG
“So Delilah said to Samson, “Tell me the secret of your great strength and how you can be tied up and subdued.” Then she said to him, “How can you say, ‘I love you,’ when you won’t confide in me? This is the third time you have made a fool of me and haven’t told me the secret of your great strength.” With such nagging she prodded him day after day until he was sick to death of it. So he told her everything. Judges 16:6, 15-17 NIV
Delilah was not interested in knowing about Samson’s strength before she met with the rulers. Judas had not interest in selling Jesus before they came with the money. There are people who come , deals that come, that lure men into what they’d have never done. Money. Sex. Business Deals. We usually judge people like Judas and Delilah because nobody has come to you with that much money. People like Peter are the “bad boys” but how many times do we deny Christ in our daily lives.
The bible says Delilah chose money over Samson. That is how lowly she thought of him. A man who was the talk of town, he was a headache to the Philistine government, a different man, anointed, unique but here comes a woman who thought money was better than Samson. It’s very clear that she didn’t love him. He was alone in that relationship. I know that many people struggle a lot with this. Being with a partner who is there just to pass time. You are the one that’s busy with paragraphs. You’re the one that’s busy with hearts. They don’t care whether you are sick or dead and I think it reflects a lot more on those who have to deal with wounds. Did Samson really not see that she didn’t love him? Or did he think his love was enough for both of them? Was he so love starved that he stayed where there was no reciprocation? Was he so desperate? Is it because other relationships didn’t work out? Did he feels he’s too old he has to settle for this woman? Was it because this one was better than his ex , although still toxic but “better” toxic? Did he feel there was a part of him that needed acceptance and so Delilah was close to that? Why stay there until you die?
I think the crazy thing about all this is , Delilah had already subdued Samson. She didn’t need to know the secret to his strength but she was his weakness. She was the secret to his weaknesses. She subdued him the moment he stayed in a relationship where he wasn’t loved. The power the person you love has over you is bigger than you think. Delilah’s power over Samson was bigger than he thought. It was not physical, it was emotional. Anyone who has your emotions gathering and scattering has your whole being! In the face of love , lust , emotions, even the strongest of men – fall. Adam ate the fruit.
Delilah said to Samson , “How can you say you love me when you can’t open up to me?” How can you say “l love you” when you can’t give me sex? How can you say “I love you” when you can’t give me money? How can you say you love me when you can’t tell me your pin, tell me what you don’t tell others, knowing very well she was the worst person to tell. Sometimes we run and become vulnerable to the devil himself. We find ourselves on Delilah’s lap and it’s nothing like the prostitute so we assume it’s better . Your new gf wears long skirts so she’s better than the last who used to swear but this one is manipulative. I can imagine how many people have shown their vulnerable self to people who went and backstabbed them. Jesus reveals his identity to Judas and Judas thinks of how that information will give him money .
Your weakness is the person you have allowed into your heart. Your weakness is the Delilah you have allowed to occupy your whole being. Stop worrying about all the witches in the world, in your heart , right there, that’s where the issue is. “It’s just that I love her,” but does she love you? I have come to understand the healthiness in reciprocated love. Genuine love is safe love. Where I can tell you my past and not be afraid that I will be on the next newpaper. Love between friends. Love between family members because some Delilah’s are the cousins we love so much and the many friends who secretly wish we would crumble. These are real life issues, discern who’s who and who to tell stuff to! Please!
You don’t have to speak about things you’re not comfortable with to prove love. I don’t have to tell you , I can tell my pastor. He didn’t have to tell her because he loved her, that’s manipulation. Your friends don’t owe you an update about everything to prove love. Jesus only the disciples somethings a little later because there’s timing for it.
If Samson knew his love would be his death , was he going to give his heart away so easily? Certainly not.
