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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.”

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.