Category: The Yielded Believer

Have you ever woken up just not feeling well? That’s me today. My whole body aches, and like Samson I thought, “I’ll just get up and shake myself as usual.” But it didn’t go as planned. Please keep me in your prayers, pray for me as often as you can. I need them more than you may think. I am planning something different with our Special Edition Thursdays, so let me cook.

Today, I’d like us to pause and reflect on fruitfulness. What does it really look like? How fruitful are you right now, and how fruitful do you desire to be?

I’ve realized that the very first step to true fruitfulness is abiding in Christ. He said, “Those who abide in Me shall bear much fruit.” That made me stop and ask myself: Am I truly abiding? What fruits can I point to in my life? What impact am I having in my family, in the lives of those around me? When people look at me, do they see fruitfulness so evident that they cannot help but see Christ through me?

How fruitful have you been this week?

What did you achieve? Remember, we are called to be fruitful and to multiply. That talent, that skill, that gift in your hands, it was never meant to remain hidden. It’s meant to bring impact to your generation.

You have to occupy the space God has given you and give it your very best. No one supports a vision you yourself are not willing to defend. So let me ask you: What’s your vision? You can’t expect people to support something you haven’t even defined. Impact is the result of fruitfulness it’s what you’ve done with what God entrusted to you. Unless you want to remain a champion only in your own house, you must strive to be fruitful. Do you have a business? Start advertising. Start thinking empire. Start using that gift.

Sometimes fruitfulness is not about money. It’s about who you’ve blessed with what you carry. Maybe being fruitful for you looks like going into communities and teaching for free. If you can do hair, teach someone less privileged. If you do makeup, find someone in your neighborhood who is unemployed and willing to learn. It won’t kill you to do it for free ; it will create impact, and your legacy begins right there.

Selah.

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My lovely family, it’s Worship Wednesday!!💃

I want to share something with you that I believe is a word in season. Many times, when I’m too stressed, too overwhelmed, too burdened, I find it hard to worship. My prayers feel like they shoot straight from the pain point almost as if the only thing I can speak about is the heavy thing weighing on me. I end up saying, “Lord, please show me mercy and do ABC for me.”

I don’t know about you, but some burdens are so distracting that they consume our focus. The grief of losing a loved one is the same; it can be all-consuming. I may not know exactly what you’re going through, but I want to walk you through the path and process of casting your burdens onto the Lord so that your worship is not distracted.

One of the biggest challenges people face is financial strain. As you get older, the bills pile up, the world increases its demands on your pocket, and the things you never had to think about at 15 are now unavoidable. There’s no dodging them. It’s hard to pray when your account is empty, when you have no job, when you’re in debt and even worse when there’s nobody to help you.

But here’s where I want you to start: abandon the orphan spirit. I’m teaching you what I had to learn myself. You are not dealing with this issue alone, even if it feels that way. God wants to help you. You might say, “But how? I’ve been praying.” Yes, but perhaps you’ve been praying panic prayers or doubtful prayers. And scripture says that such people should not expect to receive anything from God.

So how do we cast our burdens on the Lord?

It starts with relationship. Who is God to you? If you said, “My Father,” then think about what that means. Those who’ve had the privilege of a good father know that a father provides. A wealthy man whose child is starving is a wicked man. And if an earthly father provides for his children, don’t you think God your heavenly Father, is better than man? Would He sit in heaven with streets of gold while you struggle to pay fees? Struggle with grief? Struggle with sickness?

The issue is often relationship. I cannot walk up to a stranger and ask them to do ABC for me but in relationship, confidence is born out of faith. Faith that says, “This person loves me and has my best interests at heart.” Stop seeing God as far away. Start seeing Him as your present, loving Dad. Approach Him as you would a father you trust:

“Dear Dad, this is what I’m facing. I can’t help myself. I need ABC. You told me to ask when I need help, so help your son/daughter.”

How you ask shows the depth of your relationship. And when you come to Him as a child who knows their Father’s love, you can truly cast every burden on Him knowing He cares for you. Today I want you to go before God in worship with a list of things you need. Please trust me, I’m not bluffing. I’m telling you the truth. Write it all down. Put on a praise song and dance. Put on a worship song and worship while holding that paper. If you like, carry it in your hands as you praise and worship.

When you finish, read it to God and pray that prayer above, then thank Him. Remember, you are speaking to your Father! Cast the burden, release your praise, and watch what God will do. I can’t wait to hear your testimony.

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The habit I want us to unlearn today is this: worshipping only on Sundays.

From Monday to Saturday, we’re soaked in worldly songs and entertainment, and we console ourselves by saying, “At least Sunday is coming.” We spend the whole week immersed in idol worship not necessarily of statues or wooden images but idols like WhatsApp, Netflix, gossip, or endless scrolling.

Then Sunday comes, and we say, “I hope the worship team sings my favourite song.”

But let me tell you something: God misses you.He misses you, the one who used to worship with tears, who couldn’t wait to sit at His feet and just tell Him how good He is. Now? A minute in worship feels like 24 hours. You’ve lost the fire. You need to be jumpstarted to lift your hands, to say something or anything to Jesus. Can you imagine? The One who gave everything for you… Waiting all week just to hear your voice?

Let’s talk about the habit of distracted worship. Many of us are in this troubled boat. We’ve mastered partial worship , physically present, but spiritually absent. Here… but also there. Doing this… but also doing that. In this moment… but also mentally in another place. We lift our hands in church, but our hearts are bowing elsewhere. We sing, but we’re also replying to texts. We kneel before God, but emotionally we’re kneeling before a notification, a lover, a conversation that feels “urgent.” And somehow, we convince ourselves:

“At least I worshipped , others don’t even try.”

That’s self-righteousness in wrongdoing. You gave God what was left over after you had given your attention to everything and everyone else. Since when did the King of Kings have to compete for your focus? Since when did Jesus have to wait His turn while you entertain distractions on His time?Worship isn’t about showing up, it’s about showing up fully. Heart, mind, body, and soul. Let’s stop giving God fractions and calling it faithfulness.

Shall we worship Him today?

I don’t know about you, but most of my life, I’ve needed a Comforter. There have been seasons where I cried myself to sleep, woke up with red, swollen eyes and a heart so heavy it felt like it would sink me. Seasons where no explanation would do. Not to friends. Not even to myself. Seasons where silence and tears was the only language I had. Where even speaking about it felt exhausting. In those moments… all I needed was God. And I thank God for the Holy Spirit. My Comforter, my Helper, the One who sees when no one else does.

I remember the story of Hagar, crying in the wilderness with her baby. Abandoned, lost, overwhelmed. But God saw her. God comforted her. And many of us can actually relate. Because I’ve sat with people broken, hurting, confused and reminded them: the healing they’re looking for often begins with comfort. Not answers. Not solutions. Just the steady, quiet presence of God.

God knows we are fragile. He formed us from dust. He knows how quickly we can be overwhelmed. How easily our hearts bruise. And Jesus knowing this, didn’t ignore it. He didn’t return to heaven and leave us to navigate this life alone. He said, ‘I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Comforter.’ (John 14:16)

Listen… If comfort wasn’t necessary, the Holy Spirit wouldn’t have been sent in that name. But God knew we would need Him, deeply. And today, He still sends comfort. He still sees. He still stays.”

What have you been carrying on your shoulders lately? What’s been weighing you down so heavily that even breathing feels like a task? Do you need comfort? Let me tell you something I’ve come to know: The Holy Spirit gives the best hugs. By faith, I’ve wrapped my arms around Him, right there in my room and every time, I’ve felt lighter. Stronger. Seen. Refuse to live with an orphan spirit when the Comforter is present. He sees you. He sees what you’re facing. He’s heard every sigh. He knows the fear that grips your heart in the quiet of the night and the uncertainty that clouds your thoughts during the day. He’s aware of the questions you’re too tired to ask and the dreams you’re too scared to hope for. And even in all that, He still whispers:

“Let Me comfort you.”

“Whenever my busy thoughts were out of control, the soothing comfort of your presence calmed me down and overwhelmed me with delight.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭94‬:‭19‬ ‭TPT‬‬

My Yielded People!! Happy Monday! 💃

Last night, I was meditating deeply on how the Holy Spirit is such a precious gift. Do you know the vision behind the Yielded Center? It is, Living a Spirit-led Life. And that’s exactly what I desire. I want to live a Spirit-led life. I want the bestest of friendships with the Holy Spirit. I want to change, to be transformed. I want to make better choices. I want to be corrected when I’m wrong. Because I want to honour and keep this gift that God has so graciously given us. As I was meditating, a story came to mind… Here goes:

Let’s imagine a couple. They live in a beautiful home but one thing burdens them: they have no children. And it hurts. They’ve prayed. They’ve wept. They’ve fasted. But still, no child.Over time, their disappointment turns to frustration. Their frustration turns to bitterness. Their once-joyful home is now heavy with tension. So much so that they stop letting people in physically and emotionally. Every visitor feels like a reminder of what they don’t have.

Every baby shower, every family photo, every innocent comment feels like mockery. So they lock their doors. They isolate. They shut out anything that doesn’t look like their answered prayer. Then one day, a delivery man comes. He brings a package wrapped in paper covered with teddy bears, rattles, and baby shoes. He knocks. The woman peeks through the curtain, sees the wrapping, and without opening the door says: “Leave it there. I don’t need children’s gifts.” She doesn’t know what’s inside. She doesn’t even care. Her pain has convinced her that nothing good can come from outside that door.

The gift sits there for a day. Then three days. Then weeks. The seasons change, rain, heat, wind, dust. The box is still there, unopened. They leave the house, walk past it, ignore it. Their bitterness has made them blind. Nine months pass. Three years pass. The gift is still outside.

Then one day, a friend comes to visit. She too has struggled with the pain of childlessness. She notices the weather-worn, half-torn gift box still sitting outside by the door. “What’s this?” she asks. “Oh, just some children’s gift someone dropped off years ago,” the woman replies bitterly. “I don’t have children. I didn’t bother opening it. You can take it if you want.” The friend hesitates but accepts it. She brings it home. Some weeks pass, then months. Then unexpectedly she calls her friend, her voice trembling with emotion. “Friend! The gift you gave me…”

“Yes?” the woman replies, confused. “I opened it… and it wasn’t a toy. It was a scroll. Inside were instructions on how to obtain a promise… a child. And now… I’m pregnant. With twins!” There is silence on the other end of the call.The woman sits down. Stunned. Numb. “That’s not possible,” she whispers. “That gift… it’s been sitting by my door for years. In the rain. In the sun. It’s old. It can’t be real.”

But the friend responds gently, “Yes but you never opened it. You never welcomed it into your home.”

I feel like that’s how we are with the Holy Spirit.We shut Him out. We assume we don’t need Him or worse, that He has nothing useful to say. We pray for help, for direction, for breakthrough… and still feel stuck. Confused. Lost.But the One who was sent to guide us the One who literally has the answer is still standing quietly outside the door. Waiting. Still there. Still faithful. But someone with the exact issue as you, let Him in and things are working out!

The Holy Spirit is not pushy. He won’t barge in.He waits for an invitation. And when you finally open the door? You’ll find that He never left. We cry out to God, desperate for direction. But we ignore the Helper sent to lead us into all truth. We wrestle in confusion, drowning in our thoughts, but we reject the One who’s been standing there holding the ABC’s of our life map.

Life without the Holy Spirit is hard. I don’t know how people do it. I really don’t. It’s toil. It’s suffering. It’s endless guessing. It’s walking in the dark, when there’s a light switch within reach.That situation that’s gotten the best of you? That heartbreak, that decision, that mountain? Give it to Him. He’s not just here to make us “feel something” during worship. He’s here to lead. To teach. To comfort. To instruct.To reveal. To transform. Open the door.

The Gift is still waiting.

“And when He had said this, He breathed on them, and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit.”

John‬ ‭20‬:‭22‬ ‭NKJV‬‬