At a point in my walk it dawned on me that I had been trying to play chess with God. I had been trying to get a ‘feel’ of how He works, when He moves, and how He moves, and what He moves for; So I could make my decisions with His moves in mind – no, not against Him – that would be worse than ridiculous; It’s more like we’re on the same team with no well-defined captain, and whoever moves first plays. Clearly, I haven’t exactly understood the concept of surrender or yielding. It’s a very frustrating game to play; with my mind telling me I ought to be winning and my conscience asking me what I think I’m doing. My eyes see clearly that things are not going the way I expect, but my hand keeps moving anyways, making the next best move even as I ask God why He isn’t playing.
“I have loved thee with an everlasting love,
And I have stretched thy boundaries,
Even as I have stretched the heavens,
Wheresoever the soles of thy feet toucheth…
I have blessed, and who curseth?
Art there divinations and enchantments that do counter Mine words?
Will Mine ears hearken unto the calls that plead thy downfall;
Or will I smite in sore anger Mine tabernacle of Grace?
“Rejection does not mean you are not good enough! Who is better, more perfect, more loving than God? Yet more men have spurned Him than have accepted Him; His own creatures nonetheless. There’s nothing nice or comforting about being rejected, but rest assured, you’re in good company. Please, your worth is not a function of ‘acceptance’ or ‘rejection’!” – Makafui.
“Be encouraged, when the days are dreary and the nights uncertain;
When ‘life’ threatens to happen, and ‘times’ plot mischief.
Ploys and schemes, no matter how intricate,
Must bow before the simple profundity of Faith.
Father, I’m parched.
I’m thirsty, when by all indications I should be drowning.
I’m famished, when I really feel I should be utterly stuffed now.
How is it Father, that ripples on these waters still rattle me?
Why do I stumble now, when I was doing alright just a while earlier?
How am I baffled now, when I felt I understood this not long ago?
Father, please, help me; For it would be a shame to get lost, in such familiar territory.
He made you, patiently knit you,
Each strand purposefully chosen;
Shades of colours, textures and strength,
His hands went over every piece,
His breath filled every part;
He looked and said, ‘It is good, it is unique,
It’s another masterpiece.’
“The wind under the wings of those who put their trust in God is ever present grace. For when the mighty in Christ fall, they fall to their knees to rise again, higher than they were before. It is that cushion that breaks the fall of the righteous, and doubles as a springboard to higher heights.” – Makafui.
What does it mean to be called a child of God?
What price is enough, to be called by His name?
I may not completely understand the depth of the mystery;
I can definitely not afford, and am unworthy of bearing the cost;
But I am called by His name, by the working of Grace.
Of these I am sure:
That the Lord is my shepherd;
That His Spirit keeps my heart pure;
That by His Grace, my cries are always heard.
It is the little things and the big things;
It is the sleepless nights and dreary days;
That shave and chafe the will;
Even as He mends and heals my ills.