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This is NOT FICTION.
I woke up from this dream practically an hour ago, and before I woke up, I heard a whisper “I have a message for you”.

It was a full day’s dream, as in the dream started from morning till late in the evening, but when I woke up and checked the time, it was exactly 3hrs.

There was a bit of chaos in the beginning, with my life personally; a man I supposedly know changed his ‘self’, literally. He impersonated someone by using certain chemicals he said he’d made from the lab, and destroyed his actual self, so he never existed. He followed me for hours because I knew, and he didn’t want word out there. So I kept running and hiding all day ti I got to a sanctuary with a lot of people I supposedly knew. I was surprised to see them all together, but it made me feel safe.

Later, I came out to the foyer to chat with a few people, then I heard some music, but as though it’s being played through horns, so I rushed out to find where it was from. People kept asking, ‘do you hear that too?’ Then others started crying. Before it ended, there was screaming everywhere!! Accidents… A plane crashed in the air!!

I rushed back into the sanctuary and one of the guys said, “The day has come, and we did not go”.

We were all scared and freaking out, for hours! Until one guy came in and said “but his hair shall grow to a certain length, then will he give us a second chance, those who weren’t taken before”. Then someone said “but we shall suffer here first”. Another said “because after all these years, after all these tests, you waited for a second chance. That is the price”.

I started reminiscing moments and different movies of watched on RAPTURE and how I’d be so focused on heaven, days after such encounters, then the urge faded in days. I thought and thought, and said “This must be a dream”. That was when someone said “it is as real as it gets”.

Someone asked me, “so are you scared?”, I answered YES. Another asked me, “do you think they would have done differently if they knew?” I couldn’t answer, because I couldn’t think straight. There was a 2yr old in the room!!!!

It was around 9pm when I looked at my watch. Then I heard a whisper, “I have a message for you”. That was when I woke up.

I froze in my bed for several minutes, effortlessly trying to remember every detail of the dream, yet it was all so vivid. Hot tears run down my cheeks with every scene flashing in my mind’s eye, in my dark room. Then I decided to pray.

I don’t want to miss the mark. I don’t want to wait for another chance, I wanted to be TAKEN too.

How would you have felt if you were in this dream? What would you have done differently after?

I’m guessing I’ll be awake till break of dawn. Truth is, I’m not sleepy anymore.

Being born again is not enough. Accepting Jesus as Lord and Saviour, loosening yourself hoping things will fall into place IS NOT ENOUGH; actually, that just the beginning of the journey. But how can you reach your destination if you’re stationed at the entrance when all you do is smile at the road and say “finally, I see the light“?

Today, August 1st 2015, I pray for your soul. We should meet in heaven.

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I love Jesus Christ
I believe in he whom I’ve seen not
That is my belief
I choose this belief
That one man took away the sins of all men
My sins
My sins which are because my sin is.
I choose to be accountable to this man
This power
Supernatural
I believe that is my belief

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03:30am and I just realized that being under the shawl simply denotes PRIVACY; the shawl, NOT being transparent, blocks all other item and activity in the prayer environment.

It’s not about secrecy, it’s respect… It’s humility. Even a shawl being just cloth, unclean, is used to cover the hair (one’s glory) in simply saying, ‘at this moment, I don’t matter and it’s all about you’.
Not forgetting the warmth and embrace of the cloth reminding us that God is always with us, holding us close in his warm embrace whenever we come to him privately.

During this act of intimacy and privacy, say anything you want to, express your sentiments however you want to, but let no one here; need I remind you you blocked every item and activity in your environment?

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Have you ever asked yourself why the minister in charge of the service or event requires that those who want to be born again, or rededicate their lives to Jesus Christ, are asked to firstly raise their hands, secondly stand on their feet, then walk forward to the altar, and finally confess their surrender?? Ever wondered the significance of that??

I’m not here to write about how altar call should be done in our churches or at our Christian events. Only that, I find it obligatory to share to the world, some insight.

Ok.

When the minister tells that man who decided to give his life to Jesus Christ, to RAISE HIS HAND it is an act of surrender and an evidence of that concrete choice just made.

Second, he is required to stand up. In STANDING UP, he comes to the realisation that, his position of comfort isn’t yielding any good fruit. To stand up is to wake up.

After standing up HE MOVES, HE … he moves to the altar, and that’s where he yields to the call. This movement isn’t assisted by ushers or anyone else… Well, not that of which I’ve witnessed so far. He does the walk alone. And within the period of distance from his seat to the altar, he can change his mind… But then he goes… He moves… He gets to the altar.

Lastly, the minister assists him in CONFESSING THIS ACT OF SURRENDER to himself and the rest of the congregation, or crowd.

Everything a Christian does is significant. Right from the moment he accepts to walk with God by giving his life to him, everything little detail is significant; unless God is not in it.

When we come to the realisation that we are first spirit beings, inthat, there’s a higher power we believe we rely on; the supernatural, then our actions and decisions making process wouldn’t be canal based.

When you are asked to raise your hand, stand up, walk to the altar to be prayed for some sort of deliverance, or a rededication of your life to Christ, it is not a waste of time. Yes, the moderator or minister could’ve prayed with you in your seat or might as well ask you to only stand or come straight to the altar, but then he didn’t. It’s not a waste of time. And no, he isn’t mocking you in the presence of everybody.

Salvation is a personal thing. Take it personal. Be selfish about your salvation.

Anything that will come in your way of salvation is a hindrance to your life in eternity and its entirety. You wouldn’t want that, or would you??

If you tend to see everything you do as a step to Heaven, or ‘for heaven sake’, I can bet you’ll make flawless and wise decisions in the eyes of God.

Keep praying. Keep reading. Keep growing. God is still watching. God is still loving YOU.

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If you’re not prayerful, maybe we happen to be friends now but it wouldnt last, sadly… Just so you know; unless you change that, and realize that prayer is what you should do, more than even texting me. Get yourself back up, sister… Get to that level. Let people see you and see that peculiar difference and glow they can’t explain. Get yourself back up, brother… Prayer is what keeps and will keep you alive, else you’re dieing living… Slowly… Unawares.

__MizAkwele

breaking-free

She really doesn’t know why she’s writing this. She doesn’t have a structure of what she’s writing yet, but the urge is so strong that she fears of what might happen if she doesn’t share it. At her desk at the moment, working in the office. How this feeling took a grip of her, she has no idea; but she needs to lay it all down. This is her.

Still growing, very young, not even 25 yet “I don’t have enough words of appreciation to God for how well and perfectly he’s sustained me. My heart can tell it better in words I bet you won’t understand”. This is her.

Her mother trained her in the best way a God fearing mother could train her daughter, but she (her mother) never knew about her drinking problem neither did her loved ones; truth is, some knew she drank occasionally but what they didn’t know was, there wasn’t a day that passed with no alcohol slipping down her throat so strong to burn her stomach and get her gasping for breath, just so she could fall asleep… drunk. To the world, she was one of the sweetest and nicest girls, smart, free-spirited, gifted. But in that same person was a girl struggling with herself, her addictions, her fears. This is her.

At a point, she couldn’t handle her different personalities anymore. It was too much work to be two different person. Naughty, stubborn, selfish, and dark in the dark yet sweet, inspiring, motivating, gifted int the eyes of all. The girl who spoke people out of taking their own lives was contemplating on taking hers, on a daily basis. No, she wasn’t ignorant about the Word of God and His plans for her life. She knew just what to do and how to do it, but as to why she took a different turn, she never knew. This is her.

Although she had a big heart, she struggled with letting go. For her, it took too much strength to let go, for she was too fragile and held on to everything… anything. This is her.

But there was a night when everything dawned on her. She felt heavier than she used to every night. It was uneasy. It was unbearable. I was there. I could see her. I could feel her pain. I could feel her displeasure, because this is her… She is me.

Testimonies have a mysterious way of changing people. Words do that. Yes, words are that powerful. My heart is joyful today when I look at how I used to be yesterday and for what God’s planned for me tomorrow. Grace and Mercy located me and erased my wrongs. I won’t keep this to myself but tell the whole world what the Lord has done for me. He changed me. He gave me peace. Those nights when I couldn’t sleep, God turned it around, all in my favor… All because He loves me. And looking back into the past, my failures and falls, I realized how well it’s shaped me; when the excess was being scraped off for the perfect design, it hurt like crazy… I bled like never before, but I didn’t know the perfect design yet. Now I know. Yes, this is me.

If God has done this for me, overlooked my dual living, and done it for me, what can’t he do for you. If He doesn’t take care of His own, who would? This is you… You are God’s own.

It’s amazing to be free. Freedom feels… FREE.

So now that my confession and testimony is out, the devil can’t use it against me. I finally have learned how to let go. My testimony has become my victory. This is me.

I have been crucified with Christ

My heart

My mind

Filled with what edifies

My spirit

For I no longer live but Christ lives in me

 

My soul has been placed in me upon conception

I have the intellect

I have the language

I have the entities of a life so supreme

I have the life of Christ in me

 

The Son of God loves me

He gave himself for me

To believe in this

Fixes all these things

Makes me high

Takes me on top

 

So tell me

To whom does such a God makes his friend other than me

For all these super speciality

I am that super special

I belong to Christ

I belong to the Son of God

And in His life is where my life belongs