Honestly... I Can't Count My Blessings

Someone is in dire need of a plastic surgery but God blessed me with a wholesome body.
Someone just died because of hunger but God placed good food on my table.
Someone just died because of cold but God put good clothes on my back.
Someone just died because of lack of shelter but God put good roof over my head.
Someone just committed suicide because his hope is totally eroded but in Jesus, I have blessed assurance.
Someone just gave up the ghost because of loneliness but God blessed me with family and friends who love me.
Someone just died because his disease has no cure but God blessed me with sound health.
The pain of divorce just left someone devastated but God preserved me from getting married to someone who He did not ordained for me.
Millions of people are out of job but God blessed me with a job I could call my own.
Someone is lost and doesn’t even realize it but God gave me salvation at His own cost.
There are wars and rumors of wars but God has kept my country in tact.
A thousand has fallen on my left and ten thousand on my right but God continues to protect me.

Like you I have two tiny ugly toes on both feet, I am still waiting for breakthrough in some areas and I will never have everything I want but, God gave me more than a million blessings, which I never asked Him for. I have more than a million blessings, which I inadvertently take for granted yet, they are someone else’s prayer points.

My point is…I tried but, I could not count my blessings and I could not name them one by one because, they are innumerable. Telling God that I am grateful, thankful and appreciative do not cut it. No dance, song or shout is good enough to express my gratitude (I do all those). I can only trust that when God looks into my heart, He sees how grateful I am.

I am not blessed because I am special, different, better, hardworking, intelligent, wise or any other fantastic adjective that comes to mind. I am blessed because God chose to bless me. I have the things I have because He provided them for me. I am who I am because He designed me according to His chosen precision. I am where I am because God placed me there.

I walk around conscious of the fact the all I am & all I’ll ever be, all I have & all I’ll ever have, where I am and where I’ll ever be are all unmerited gifts and I do not take them for granted.

Happy thanks giving in arreas!

I Take Authority

In the name of Jesus, at the mention of which every knee shall bow, be shattered oh ye people and be broken to piece. Gird yourselves but be broken in pieces, take counsel together but it will come to nothing. Speak the word but it will not stand for God is with me.

The Lord of Host has purposed in His heart and His purpose in my life shall stand. His hands are turned towards me and no one can turn it back.

May cruel masters and fierce kings rule over every Egyptian in my life. May unfathomable shame and disgrace be the portion of everybody that is incensed against me. Let all those who strive with me perish.

By the Blood, the power of the Holy Spirit and angelic assistance, every signs of the babblers is frustrated and every diviner is driven mad. Their wisdom is turned backwards and their knowledge is turned to foolishness.

Every stronghold is subdued before me and the amour of kings are loosened for my sake. The double doors are open before me and they cannot be shut. Every crooked path ahead of me has been made straight and every bronze gate is broken into pieces. The bars of iron are cut asunder and I receive the treasures of darkness and hidden riches of secret places.

I am free from all captivity and free from every terrible predator. All oppressors in my life will be fed with their own flesh and they will be drunk with their own blood.

I stand on my decree as a watchman, not by my power nor by my might but through Christ in whom all things are possible, in whom I live, move and have my being. No force can stand against me. I’ll leap through walls and run through troops. The hedge of God is round about me so I will not loose anything anymore and no more cutbacks.

This is my season for increase, breakthrough, resurrection, resuscitation and revival. I open my mouth, heart and hands wide and I ask you, Lord to satisfy me with goodness so that as I walk, goodness and mercy will follow me and overtake me. I walk in excellent health, wealth, breakthrough, sound mind, prosperity, promotion, multiplication and remembrance. This is my set and appointed time to do and be all that God has called me to do and be.

I am unstoppable, "unintimidateable" and unshakeable. Nothing and nobody can stop me because God is with me.

Anybody that touches me touches the apple of your eye, Lord so, arise and contend with them, fight them to a standstill. Condemn any tongue that rises against me in judgment. Arise Lord and let my enemies be scattered. Let every flesh be silent before you.

Put your spotlight on me, showcase me and make me a billboard. Give me brand new testimonies. Let every mocker come to the brightness of my rising. Let your glory be seen allover my life. Do that which you alone can do IJN…

P.S

There is no copyright to this declaration so you can make it yours, I'm out of your face!

My Parade of Cheekiness

Some months back, I woke up with an attitude the size of the universe, and guess who I was throwing it at…God (forgive me all you holy people).

I made up my mind that I was not going to smile on the day in question even if God sends the archangel of humor.

I said my prayers with an attitude, had my bath with an attitude, dressed up & did my make-up with an attitude, walked down the street with an attitude and arrived at work with an attitude.

When I caught my reflection in the elevator, I thought I saw a toad with mumps (sulking looks ugly on everybody). Laugh if it tickles your fancy but I was kind of enjoying my smile strike because there was a part of me that was saying…“you see God, I told you”

Oops! I didn’t mention what the bone of contention was…I’ve had it with God not coming through for me when, where and how I want Him to.

I honestly do not remember how long my parade of cheekiness/foolishness lasted but out of irritation, I was flicking through the TV channels and there was the reality check I needed.
Right in front of me was the most impoverished tribe I’ve ever heard of.

You might be different but honestly, I have qualms drinking plain clean water. I have serious food moods. I hate long hours of commute so proximity to the office is not negotiable. Any clothing item that does not sit well on me is not welcome.

I said all those to say these:

The tribe in question has only one source of water and it is stagnant, coloured, warm-infested and obviously smelly. They wash, drink and bath in the same stream. Their livestock drink directly from the stream. It takes about five hours to go from their settlement to the stream.

Their staple food is raw, goat-milk mixed with goat blood. They were not dressed to make fashion statements but to cover their bodies. The ecology of the area is such that even the most primitive building materials (palm leave, straws, mud etc) were not available so they live in huts made of cow dung.

As is in my character, my mind went into overdrive.
What happens when they are seriously ill?
What hope do they have of ever living differently?
What opportunities are available to them?
In which generation will their current way of life be a thing of the past?

While I was at it, I remembered my smile strike and I asked my self one question… “what am I going on about?” Without trivializing the issues you might be facing, I ask you the same question…”what are you going on about?”


1 Thessalonians 5:18 – “in all things, give thanks”

The reason I think the bible said to give thanks even in bad situation is because, every bad situation has the potential to get worse but for God.

It is difficult but next time before you complain about your height, weight, complexion, job, NEPA, the traffic and all the things that grate on your nerves… inhale, exhale and ask yourself “what am I going on about”

I Asked God to Bless You

Blessed be the name of God, who has been your banner for the past ten months. I thank Him for the blessings He sent you and for the road-blocks He saw you through.

As you have chosen to stand against all odds, may God strengthen your feet so that you can keep walking. As you walk, may you walk pass the pains, hurts, disappointments, reproach and shame of the past 10 months. May you walk pass the could-have-been, should-have-been and the never-will-be. May God spare you, and may He not allow the enemy to rule over you. May people not find reasons to say “where is your God”? May God drive anything/anybody that is a strong hold in your life into a barren and desolate land.

May you walk into a season of harvest and restoration. May you walk into a wealthy place where the lines will fall for you in pleasant places and where your feet will be washed in butter.

I ask God to be zealous for you, show you mercy and answer your call. May He give you brand new reasons to shout halleluiah.

I pray for the latter rain to fall on you in an overflowing measure. May your restoration be complete and may God deal wondrously with you. May God show you exactly where to put your sickle for the harvest. May your harvest be exceedingly, abundantly, far above what you can rap your mind around.

May the Spirit of God fall afresh on your family so that as you call upon His name in this season, you will find salvation and as you come into His presence, you will find deliverance and release from all forms of captivity. May He build a strong hedge around you so that no aliens shall pass through the land He allotted to you.

May the mountain drip with new wine for you and may the hills flow with milk for you. May your brooks be flooded with water. May God’s fountain flow directly from His presence to water your life.

Ecclesiastes 7:8 – “The end of a thing is better than the beginning”

May your blessings in November and December be a true weight of glory.

An Extravagant Mercy

If You, Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who will stand? (Psalm 30:3)

I am glad I was born in this dispensation, the dispensation of extravagant mercy, mercy born out of the potency of The Blood.
Blood so red but yet washes as white as snow.
Blood so liquid and yet provides a solid wall of protection.
Blood so old yet fresh enough to cover yet-to-be-committed sins.
Blood shed out of love for the unlovable.
Blood, though without a mouth, speaks better things than any other blood.

By The Blood, a prostitute made God’s hall of fame.
By The Blood, a murderer was accepted in the brethren.
By The Blood, a thief made the finish line to God’s right hand.
By The Blood, an idolater was accepted in the royal priesthood.
By The Blood, the rebellion became an apostle.
By The Blood, the least- likely- to- succeed became a joint hire with Jesus.

For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23)

But for The Blood, all of us are unworthy of God’s glory.

If God destroyed a city because of their sexual sin
If God destroyed a couple because their financial integrity was questionable
If God drowned the whole earth because of wickedness

Then, but for the blood, with the raw wickedness going on right here on earth, we would all have been swallowed up.

I don’t know about you but, it is a huge relief to know that God doesn’t look at me through naked eyes but through The Blood-stained glasses. Whenever He sees me through those glasses, His heart melts in mercy. This mercy is so extravagant that no matter the depth, height, width or diameter of your sin, if you are truly repentant, God treats you just as if you have never sinned.

God wants us to come the way we are but He doesn’t expect us to remain that way. It is not by power nor by might but by God’s grace. The Blood is valid only if you are in Christ.

Don’t invalidate or loose your password…The Blood.

Mum, This One Goes to You

Once upon a time, I lived in a world where there was a true mother. Even at a time when she wasn’t a born-again Christian, she had genuine fear of God backed with sound values and sound sense of judgment. A mother who was not interested in being my buddy but went the whole nine yards to be my mother. A mother who didn't negotiate foolishness with me and who compelled me to tow the right path.

When her response was “because I’m your mother” or “because I said so” then, so it was. A mother who gave me so much wise counsel some of which I’m just beginning to understand. A mother who sometimes had to go "without" so I can have some extras. A mother who was so protective she lost the tip of her finger on my account.

She was detailed enough to know when I brought back stuff that she didn’t buy for me and firm enough to make me return them. She cared enough to know who my friends were and never minced words about the ones she didn’t approve of.

In a world where materialism is the norm, she taught me at a very tender age that material things are not worth selling my soul for. She taught me that it is not about how much I have but how responsible I could be with little.

A mother who taught me that charity doesn’t end at home so I learnt early to take in “stray cats”, provide help and encouragement. She taught me that real womanhood is a lot of inner strength and inner beauty mixed with compassion and humility.

Now, how do I fully describe a mother who meant the world to me? The first heartbeats I heard were hers. My first hug was from her. The first smile I knew was hers.

For the past one year, I wake up each morning, promising myself that I’ll be strong but the finality of your exit is unbearable. I was not there to watch your coronation but I know the angels were there to cheer you on.

I normally tell people that there are two people who love me more than I love myself…God and you. Thank you for the mother you were.

Out of billions of children on the face of the earth, I have the rare privilege of being among the four who had the legal right to call you mother. I love you the world and I miss you beyond expression, catch the kiss!

My pen can’t flow any longer but my tears are still flowing…

Your Designer Cross

If you are anything like my friend, Bola, then your favourite pendant is a cross. I can tell you free of charge that the only time a cross looks cute is when you wear it as a pendant. If you have to carry it, it is anything but cute.

Everybody has a made-to-fit cross. They come in different materials and sizes and are delivered at different seasons of life. These crosses could be made of wood, bronze, iron, silver or gold. Some crosses are crudely finished and others are tastefully finished but they all have some common denominators. They represent shame, pain, reproach and humiliation.

Some crosses are less obvious than others. We talk about some crosses openly and some we carry in the innermost recessions of our hearts. There are some crosses we are touchy about and there are some we have gotten so accustomed to that we don’t even remember they exist.

For every kind of cross, Jesus set a precedence. As God-head as He is, He submissively carried His cross. At the point where He couldn’t take one more step with it, God saw from heaven and sent Him help in the person of Simon from Cyrene.

Only God knows the extent we can cope with our various crosses. He can choose to intervene at some point and he can choose otherwise. If He chooses not to relieve you of a particular cross, He will make His grace available to you. Peter is a living witness to this. He recorded in 2 Corinthians 12:8-9 that:

“Concerning this thing, I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me and He said to me, “my grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness”

Concerning your designer cross, God’s response could be Jesus’ style or Peter’s style. Any how, Jesus was the first person who, blamelessly, carried a cross and may I submit to you that He did a fantastic job of it. If that is the case, who else but Him has the sole right to say “I’ve been there, done that and have sole distributorship for the t-shirts”

The t-shirts in question are not plain. Inscribed on each one are these words…”TAKE UP YOUR CROSS AND FOLLOW ME”. (Mark 8:34)

If you noticed, He did not say follow your pastor, parents, clairvoyants or any human being whatsoever. This is because He knows that the amour of flesh will fail you even when that was not the intention.