The song that played on II

Oh my days! There goes Omo’s alarm again! And it’s only 6 o’clock in the morning! Why does she need an alarm when it never wakes her up?! Christy is saying to herself as she rises from the bed to snooze her sister’s alarm clock.
She returns to her bed, adjusting the pillow at the same time hoping to continue with that wonderful dream… even though that’d never be.

She continues to grumble, when she feels something slightly hard under her pillow. She reaches for it… it’s an envelope with a card in it.
Christy’s eyes lit up! What could this be?
She turns on the lamp… it’s for me! She calls with excitement! Oh, it’s a note from Jeff! How did it get here? Had he given Omo? How? She tears it open and sank back in bed so she could slowly savor every detail while perusing words from the one man who had slowly but surely won her heart.
Her smile broadened as Jeff pledges to love and honor her forever… Every line was deeper than the one before it.
I’m not giving up on you baby, there’s no other woman for me. I need you in my life… Jeff’s words were beginning to make Christy cry… “I love you Jeff…” she was saying under hushed tones.

“… time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more…”    Christy was playing her favorite love song as they drove to town. “It’s my way of replying the pleasant surprise you dropped under my pillow the other day.” Christy said.

Jeff blushed, it looked like a peck on that cheek would just melt him! “I love you.” Christy was saying, her head slowly resting on his shoulder as he drove.
“I love you baby. I love you so much my queen”. Jeff said and put his arm around her navigating swiftly with his left hand on the steering wheel… “you make me an expert “one hand” driver”… he added with a meek smile on his face.
Right here, right now, with you, this is right. We are where we need to be. “In each other’s arms?” Christy asked. “Yes baby, in each other’s arms.” Their eyes meet for a few seconds…
I’ll love you for a thousand more… The song plays on.

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THE BUILDERS… A RedLetter series

His words like precious treasures spoken
His laws, strict orders unbroken
Speaking as one with authority
The truth in its veracity

Words to the hearer
Tools for the builder
What he builds is who he is
Stand or fall the choice is his

One, to the word he yields
A house on the rock he builds
The other, his home no longer a shield
His hopes the storms and flood have killed

Wise is he who hears my words and acts on it
When life lights its fire, he’ll stand the heat
He is like the man who builds his house on a rock
Troubles, storms, against this house struck
But sleep was his friend as chaos did knock

Foolish is he who hears my word and disregards
He takes heed to the tempest, his heart and mind retards
Yes he builds, but alas, on sand
Came storms against his house like a band
And his fall? Complete and grand

In that day, some would cry out my name
Telling of all they did to bring me fame
I’d say to them; “you I never knew. Away from me you workers of iniquity”
For only those who hear my words and do them will be with me in eternity.

PaulinEzeka
Nov. 20th 2015
1:00pm

 

Head to my knees

Each day I passed by the river, I stopped to look at my reflection
My face was pale like all the blood in my body settled there.
I couldn’t say for sure if I was pretty and no one ever told me…
People passed by me and never even looked twice,
“You don’t exist.” The voice in my head would say.
I had no friends, family members barely came by…

I wondered what the sun looked like
I would give anything to see the stars
My eyes had fellowship with the ground
I longed to be part of life and living
I wanted friends, I wanted love, I wanted… Oh it doesn’t matter.

Today, I look into the river, and there’s a smile on my face
I feel a bubbling in my lower belly,
I liked the feeling. It spelled good.

I step into the place where they all gathered
I sense someone’s eyes are stayed on me… You know how you know when someone’s watching even though you can’t see them?
I thought I heard him call out to me
Then again, it must be one of my silly fantasies

Wait a minute, he did call out to me!
He called me by my name even my Father’s name! Who is this man? How does he know me?
I have come in and out of this place for 18years and no one, no one ever called out to me nor called me by name…

I don’t look up, and then he touched me.
He touched me and i knew right then that everything’s changed!
It felt like I had been loosed from a really tight bond… I felt free, can’t explain it really.

Instantly I straighten up, my shoulders tall… He looked into my eyes and he smiled… his eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen!

My tears poured, never ending,
My hope,no longer pending
My joy overflowing
This miracle, mind blowing
I am so thankful
That of me Jesus is mindful

As I walk back home, I see everyone staring and praising,
Some walk up to give me a hug.
Two women even cry along with me,
This is really happening!

I run to the river, my only friend for all these 18 years… I look in, taken aback by my own reflection… she’s beautiful, the woman I see. I weep and I ask her; “Can you see the sun now?”
…………………………..

“On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years.
She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, “Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.”
Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God.” Luke 13:10-13.

Paula Ezeka
August 15, 2015
7:34pm

 

I SAID YES

My master was going on a long trip
he put me in charge before he left
He said to me; “give my children food at the proper time.”
Yes master. I said
When will you be back sir? I asked.
It is not for you to know… only do as I have instructed. And he left.
My master had many children!
How did he think me worthy to handle his household?
Days turned to months and months to many many years and my master had not returned!
Each time we communicated, he would ask; “how are my children?”
I remember some nights I would stay up waiting for his sons to be back home,
And days I would cater to any of them who was ill… I would not sleep until they recovered.
I always reminded them that their Father will soon be home.
I would read out his letters… how they loved to hear their Father’s words to them!
Many times I had thought to discontinue
I didn’t think I could go on
Then I’ll remember my master’s instruction and how I had said “YES”
I’d say to myself ; ‘If my master put me in charge, then he believes in me.’
One day, I set off to travel to the far east
I wanted to spend time with a few friends I hadn’t seen in years…
I will be back in a few days… I reckoned.
I put the house in order and just as I turned to leave, there was my master standing at the door!
Master! I fell to my knees
You didn’t tell me you’d be back today!
Racing back and forth, I immediately called out to his children, gathered them together… “your father is back!” I cried out.
They ran to meet him, hugging, screaming and crying!
My master turned to me and said; “faithful and wise servant… you have kept my house, I put you in charge of all I own.”
I fell at his feet weeping….
Master!
May the Lord find you doing and ready when he returns… AMEN.

Asoebi

My elder brother had an amazing dress sense! We lost him many years ago… dead, but still alive, living daily in our hearts.
He wrote a lot too! Some unforgettable memories still come to mind… one day, sitting on the porch together, he read to me from some of his masterpieces… I have all his writings on my shelf, I treasure them greatly… “The Beacon” is my best yet, i carry it every where i go.

Though recluse, he always seemed to be readily available when we needed him. My parents treated him with such veneration, mum never failed to remind us to copy him. I especially, was his favorite or so I thought, Timothy felt like the favorite one too… He had a pet name for all of us!
He always had the right words to say when we came with all our baggage, he soon became our family lawyer! His lips were laced with Grace… I miss him! I miss him terribly!

His dress sense was exceptional! He was the first man I saw who always dressed with a shawl around his neck and a hat to match. His belt was always same color with his shoes… I wondered how and when he had the time… my siblings and I bugged him without end to open a fashion house and bring value to his creativity. Apparently, being a writer mattered most to him… so he wrote. He wrote everyday!

Two weeks ago, I was reading “the Beacon” for the umpteenth time and then gbam! Light bulb! I knew what I must do. In the sixth chapter, he spoke of dressing up as being analogous to getting ready for warfare. He elucidated further on the distinguishing of an individual from a uniformed officer and how that victory is won by considering every apparel detail…
So I knew i would start a fashion blog as a tribute to him and a constant reminder for the family. I would call it “ASOEBI” originally meaning, “family cloth”. It will provide tips on the appropriate outfit to wear for any/every occasion and as a bonus, would also provide the most current accessories!

One time he told me, “your dressing identifies you as a member of this family.”

So, here’s to my brother, mentor, teacher and friend still living on…

Credits; These are the words of my brother Paul the Apostle written esoterically for the Church-the body of Christ, God’s own family. I hope you find just what you seek… you are family!

PAUL’S DRESS SENSE
1. Romans 13:12; “The night is nearly over, the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.”

2. 1Thessalonians 5:8; “But since we belong to the day, let us be self controlled, putting on faith and love as a breastplate and the hope of salvation.”

3.Ephesians 6:11; “Put on the whole armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.”

4. Ephesians 4:24; “And to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.”

5. Rom 13:14; “Rather clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature.”

6. Galatians 3:27; “All of us who are baptized into Christ, have clothed ourselves with Christ.”

7. Colossians 3:10; “And have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its creator.”

8. Colossians 3: 12; “Therefore as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.”

For more of Apostle Paul’s writings, please read your Bible. It’ll change your life forever! Love, Grace and Peace.

The Girl and her Lover

Some days it seems I’m there
yet, other days it seems I’m not.
in those days i feel like I’m not there, that’s when I know even more that You are there. How do I know this? I hear your voice… its calm and sweet, strong and reassuring
You remind me of many things, most importantly, of who I am in You. that’s the moment You stay… You say I’m going no where, I can’t leave You. Oh yes! I know You’re there with me… I find comfort in the richness of your voice against my ear as I find rest and safety in your arms

oh Father! how good it feels to be wrapped in Your arms, it’s almost like resting against a super soft pillow or lying on silk and being covered with a feathery comforter… I wish I had the right words! I’m so enthralled by You!

Father, I’m so in love with You, it brings tears to my eyes each time I reveal my heart beat. what am I without You? Is life worth living without You? absolutely not! You are hope, You are life, You are love… it’s true I can never get round it, or climb it, or dive into it or run farther to it… it’s surpassing… it’s intoxicating! I love You Father! my eyes gush torrents and my nose run, my voice changes in pitch, my fingers freeze, sometimes itch, my heart is strong, knowing this is true.
I awake with the dawn, You are first on my mind… Your name is quick on my lips… Jehovah, Abba’m, I call you… with the clouds shifting, Your Mighty hands open up the curtains. to see the face of the one who calls… it is I Father, it is me who calls… oh but You know that already, just like You know everything else… I just always love to see the routine… it never gets old.

And then I’m with You and we talk and I cry plenty, speechless by You… I’m a child again! we laugh some, i play, dance and jump… You bring out the best in me! This is love! Your unlimited patience, Your humility, Your goodness, Your sacrifice, Your love! it doesn’t hurt You to keep doing the same thing over and over again… watching over all, faithful to Your word and to every one who calls upon your name… You cover them with light and so the “failure” of darkness cannot withstand them! they have triumphed in You!
There is no spirit, creature, image that compares to You… oh and the way You sit on Your throne! You are magnificent, eternally wonderful! You are king!

I saw the way Solomon built that temple for You with all his heart and might… everything laced in gold and other precious things… he knew You wouldnt dwell in it, because the heavens cannot even contain You. But he built it so everyone who prays looking towards the temple will be heard by you…and then You quickly reminded me that “in Christ, I’m being built to become a temple where God can live by His Spirit” and so I praised You in mysteries and also in tears! Everyday, Jesus is continually, committedly working on me, Your house, He’s making me beautiful and precious so You can reside comfortably in all Your power and glory… what love is this?

Father, someone said to me last night, there’s a calm about you, that impresses on everyone who comes around you. It’s You Lord, it’s Your home, You make Your home beautiful… I am honored to have You dwell in me, I am eternally grateful… words are not enough, even my tears won’t give a bucketful! Oh but look into my heart and know for a truth… Im so in love with YOU!

May your love through me be continually expressed… may all men see and glory in my Father in heaven. I commit to You Lord, I am forever Yours. It is You and not me.
You consume my thoughts, my words and actions will continually be of You and Your leading.
I surrender completely and totally to You Father God!
I love You… Pee.