The Comforting Cross

I was reading Genesis 17:1–4 — “ Then Abraham was ninety-nine years old when the Lord appeared to him and said, ‘Walk before Me and be perfect, and I will make My covenant between Me and you.’  Verse 4 got me thinking deeply — the Lord said, “As for Me, behold, My covenant is with you, and you shall be a father of many nations.”  That opening phrase — “As for Me” — is powerful. It shows that God had already settled His part of the covenant even before Abraham saw any evidence of it. God did not say, “If things work out,” or “If circumstances allow.” He said, “As for Me.” Meaning, “I have decided. I have concluded it. I am not waiting for proof.” At that time, Abraham had no child. His body was old, his wife’s womb was barren, and everything in the natural screamed impossibility.  Yet God still called him the father of many nations.  This teaches us something very important--  God does not name us based on what we currently see; He names us based on what He has a...

God is not partial; He is purposeful   Many Christians at one point or another ask this honest question “Is God partial?”  When life becomes difficult, when promises seem delayed, when others appear to rise faster, and when your journey does not look like the testimonies you hear, the thought quietly comes “Does God love others more than me?”  But the truth of Scripture stands firm and unchanging across generations. God is not partial, and He can never be. His character is flawless, His judgments perfect, His motives pure, and His love consistent. What looks like “partiality” from our limited human eyes is often purpose, process, and divine timing in disguise  1. God’s Nature Makes Partiality Impossible Partiality is a human issue. People show favoritism based on tribe, wealth, beauty, connection, or influence. But God’s nature is far above human tendencies, Scripture says: “For there is no respect of persons with God.” — Romans 2:11.  This means God does not t...

When will you get tired? ‎Tired of always finding a way out? ‎Tired of always designing another plan, a backup plan, and a backup for the backup, just in case the first one doesn’t work? ‎When will you finally be tired of trying to figure everything out on your own strength as if your life is a project you must finish by your own wisdom? ‎When will you truly surrender yourself to God — or haven’t you discovered already that your own plan is not working? ‎There is a kind of tiredness that is not weakness. It is not defeat. It is not failure. It is the holy tiredness that leads a person back to the feet of God. It is the kind of tiredness that Abraham felt — not a tiredness from running, or working, or fighting — but a tiredness from striving to understand God with human senses. ‎By faith, Abraham, when he was tired, offered up Isaac; and he who had received the promises offered up his only begotten son (Hebrews 11:17). ‎It takes a man who is tired of wrestling with God, tired of arguing...

 I remember a time in my life when the only thing that truly occupied my mind was the longing to have a baby doll—not a real child, but that tiny doll every little girl loved. It felt like the biggest desire of my young heart. I imagined everything about that doll: how I would carry her everywhere I went, how I would plait her tiny hair, how I would pretend-feed her, bathe her, and dress her up in little outfits. I pictured sewing small dresses for her and holding her the way I saw other girls holding theirs. Even though I didn’t get the chance to own one at that stage of my life, it was something I constantly dreamed about. I would sit quietly and imagine myself with my doll, feeling like I had something precious of my own. But life moved, and with time, my desires shifted. Fast-forward a few years, and the dream that consumed me changed completely. I began to crave something far simpler and more common—a chopa, that small bicycle many children rode with so much joy. Click the Goo...

After many years of hearing and trusting God, there comes a time when you must be careful not to fail because of the noise from the devil. Sometimes it’s not that God stopped speaking, it’s that too many other voices began to speak louder. The whispers of fear, impatience, and doubt begin to echo in your mind. Please, be wise enough to detect the plans and wishes of the devil.  His plan is simple yet subtle: if he can’t stop your season from being birthed, he will do everything possible to corrupt the seed. And if he cannot corrupt it directly, he will implant his own seed alongside yours so that when the time of birthing comes, you will produce both the promise and a problem. You will birth what you prayed for — but also what you never intended. That’s his trick. He doesn’t always stop you; sometimes, he simply distracts or contaminates you. That’s why you may see an anointed man of God, healing the sick, casting out demons, and setting people free — yet deep down, he is fighting ...

1 John 5:4, 4:4; 2 Corinthians 4:17, 4:16 (NLT); John 11:4; Psalm 2:9 There was a time in your life when you began to question yourself and even God — why all these oppositions? why all these rejections? It just looked as if everything was against you. You thought that being a Christian would save you from a lot of stress, or maybe make everything fall perfectly into place. But instead, it seemed like the challenges only increased. You found yourself asking quietly, “Why these tears? Why does it feel like the more I pray, the harder things get?” There were nights when you lay awake wondering if God still saw you, if He still heard you.  Me too I have my struggles and my own questions, I remember even asking a friend one day, “Do Christians cry?” because I honestly couldn’t understand why someone who loves God would still experience so much pain. At that point in my life — right there in the middle of confusion and tears — I began to discover something powerful. I began to realize t...

Growing up as a little girl, I received many beatings from my mum. Just like every other African mother, they do not spare the rod and spoil the child. At that time, I must collect a slap or beating for every misbehavior or act. It got to a point where I became afraid to sit close to my mum or even see her raise her hands. It was so bad that she might want to raise her hands to pick up something, and I would flinch in fear. Sometimes, when I flinch, she would just call my name and overlook it. Growing up, I was afraid to tell my mum some things because I did not want to attract more beatings. The fear sat deep in my chest like a shadow that followed me everywhere. Recently, I noticed something about myself. When I am with people, especially friends, I always raise my hand to beat them jokingly. They even complain that my hand is painful. Sometimes, I do not even know when I do it. You may say something funny or slightly annoying, and my first reaction is to hit you. It comes so natural...