SEEKING FIRST

When I was eight years old my dad bought me a toy, it got broken and my elder brother told me my dad would punish me, I got so scared so I wrote my dad a letter of apology, telling him I was sorry for wasting his money, and that it will never happen again.

After reading the letter my dad said something to me that I would never forget, he said a toy was not built to last forever but the way I treat the toy he gives me would determine the level of trust he would have in me, which will in turn determine how expensive my next toy will be, and also one of the ways he can tell that was responsible.

I had a sudden need to be responsible, I decided to wash and keep all my toys safe, you don’t want to know the once I destroyed in the process(lol).

This memory came to mind one faithful day, I had attended a prayer meeting and a prayer request was raised for us to pray for financial increase, with so much zeal I started praying, I don’t know if it happens to you but my mind started wondering around areas I needed the money for, I taught of my house, my car, the trip around the world, my children’s school fees, my trip to the spa etc. basically the good life, then just like a heavy metal falling from the top of a building and landing on a car the scripture hit me, mattew 6v33(seek ye first……….) that was when it made sense to me, I should be asking for resources for the kingdom that should be my priority, and every other thing  will be added unto me, I will not lack or worry about being broke.

What is the motive for what I pray for? Is it beneficial to the cause or is it all about me and how I can show off to people

 God wants to give me so much, grant me my heart desires, lavish me with so much resource beyond what i can imagine, but here is the jamb question (A Nigerian based university entrance exam)

Why do i need it?

Can God trust me with such resource?

What is the reason behind my request?

What is the state of my heart?

(Food for thought)

I LOVE MONDAYS

I HATE MONDAYS

It is a phrase I have heard severally even before I got the first class experience wake up and go to school or work.

Sunday evenings is a constant reminder of what is to come, the almighty dreadful, depressing Monday morning, which promises bonuses like

·         Waking up early

·         Finding what to wear(if u have not done that the night before

·         Traffic

·         Carry over work from Friday

·         New challenges at work etc.

·         Panic attack for a deadline one is expected to meet

Makes you want to call in sick, create a family emergency, it’s amazing how the go to response for avoiding Monday is always to cower and hide. Then you resolve to just saying I HATE MONDAYS.

Over the years I have come to hate Mondays literally, I have wished for an extra day in the weekend, so Monday would stay away a bit longer. Kai gaskiya (honestly) Mondays are just Mondays.

Aside from the standard dislike for Mondays, other attempts have been made to inform Monday how we dislike her, we have pictures, slogans, smileys you name it, Monday knows she is not liked at all.

This morning on my way to work  I watched as cars pass by and I looked at the countenance of the people heading to work and I smiled because I  knew without a doubt we shared the same sentiments, can I get an amen (AMEN)

Then the Holy Spirit said something to me that got me thinking

IF GOD HAD APPROACHED MONDAY LIKE THIS WOULD THERE BE LIGHT? SELAH