I haven’t posted in a while. I’m sorry, forgive me. These past few weeks have been filled with such hectic schedules and mighty testimonies. There is so much I have to tell you, I don’t even know where to start from. It’s so funny, between the last sentence and this one, I had to pause and ponder for such a long time and for this post in particular I know now exactly what I want to tell you.
A lot has happened to give me fresh reverence for this quote ‘little drops of water, make a mighty ocean.’ When you go online and google ‘ruined lungs’, it’s hard to believe that that black contamination was ruined one puff at a time. In the same way dropping spare coins in some jar will amount to bride price money in a few months.
The biggest lie we’ve believed (without knowing we have), is that prayer doesn’t work, or not as lethal as even a slap. We’ve eaten so many times without praying over the food, so what’s with ‘bless this food we’re about to eat…’? We’ve travelled and returned so much without asking for travelling mercies, so what’s the point? We’ve been asking and asking for a particular thing for so long, so why bother? Fam, trust me on this one, IT’S WORKING!
You have no idea, how what seems like a harmless ineffective string of words is doing in the spirit. When you kicked small harmless stones with your ‘kamboo’, did the poor shoe not open it’s mouth at a point? When you continuously ‘tasted’ small small treats late at night, did your stomach not start bloating in excitement? When you went to school one day at a time saaaaaaahhh, did you finally not finish university? What makes you think that small doses of prayer and faith will avail nothing? Don’t believe that.
In corporate Ghana, I think one of the big obstacles to young Christians believing in prayer is the prevalence of irreverent bosses, who sleep around, steal and pledge allegiance to lodges. It is so easy to wonder…what’s the point? When will my prayers send me to those heights?
Let me tell you this, THERE IS ALWAYS A PRICE TO PAY! You either pay with these your trotro prayers or pay with something your bosses cant tell you. Don’t think so far, I’m not saying they’ve sacrificed their children on an alter, but things like peace at home, good night rest, a clear mind…they are the luxuries that the richest men who made it the wrong way cant afford. Luxuries we take for granted, luxuries we crave only when we lose.
The car a man drives, the pay check he sends home, the mansion he lives in, the size of his wife’s breast, the grade of her weave…they’re just one part of his existence that is a function of money. But there’s more to his story that you cant know, that may make you gulp, because unless the Lord builds, the laborers build in vain. He gives power to make AND enjoy wealth. Don’t stop digging the tunnel with your prayers, you’re so close to a Diamond mine…don’t stop.
When the things you’re praying and hoping for materialize, it’s easy to forget how badly you wanted them before you got them, because they now seem normal. But some time back, you activated all your faith to receive it. I’ve said so many overambitious things that are now my reality, but I still wonder if prayer works sometimes. It’s all part of the show fam, you need to get past it…what do you have to lose? What’s the worst that will happen to you if you kept praying and hoping for something that delays? Is there a better, wiser less expensive plan B? I’m not sure. You should do your utmost best and believe God to do the rest.
Don’t. Let. Anything. Stop you. From hoping. From praying. It. Is. WORKING!
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