We Are All Creative…Only We Are Held Captive

In the middle of the busyness of my mind and trying to stabilise my soul in this season we find ourselves in; essentially, in the midst of so many upheavals, it helps to find words like these…

 

“I feel strongly that there is not enough creativity in the world. People are told at very early ages that they can’t paint or draw and then they spend the rest of their lives saying they “aren’t creative.” But I believe that everyone is creative. Whether we express themselves [sic] in paint or pencil, soil or spices, we, as human beings, are creating. Constantly.”

I discovered recently that quite a few people around me, myself inclusive, have been held captive in our minds by fear and essentially lies. The things we were told many years ago that have taken deep root, that the enemy uses every single day in a variety of ways to box us in a corner. It has become a battle to be fought in the  mind, I find that the things that stop us from being all that God has created us to be is not a lack of ability. It is the voices constantly speaking in our heads, telling us we can’t; voices that are stronger than we think. Infact, we think we only need to be more disciplined, try harder, plan better but the voices are speaking, louder.

Where we need to start from is to counter those voices, change those paradigms, tell ourselves that we can. God has given us EVERYTHING. It’s time my friends.

“All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly realms because we are united with Christ.”  Eph 1:3 NLT

“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” Eph 2:10 NLT

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Musing This Friday Afternoon…

Things happen in life that make you want to pack up your bags and just give up. Run away from the world and hide in a cave till all the evil is past.

The recent Dana plane crash in Lagos did that to me. It was a living nightmare. The more I immersed myself into the news of different victims, the more shattered I got. My friend was in it too and so many other people who were loved and cherished.

The focus of this post is not to discuss the crash, I have done a lot of that since it happened. What I find however is that whenever a tragedy like this one happens, God always wants to speak to us through it. Either comfort or hope or a lesson, overall, He wants to draw us closer to Him. At the same time, the long standing enemy of our souls is standing by to speak multitudes of evil and negativity into our soul. Make us question God in the negative ways, make us doubt God’s ability to keep and protect us. Make us hopeless and despondent of life, drive a wedge between us and God either by pointing accusing fingers and blaming God for our misery or by engulfing us in a fear that paralyzes and separates our hearts from God.

You see, I find that I will never have an explanation for many things in life. We are not supposed to have all the answers. The same way a baby will never understand why she has to take a bath or use her medicine or not be allowed to go outside and play all day in the rain. The one thing I do know is that God loves us in a way our minds can never comprehend fully. This reality must colour everything else, this reality must explain away the things which defy logic and the things which beg to be understood in the human mind. This reality must make us conclude that God is always right and never wrong, even when everything else says otherwise, with the enemy screaming it loudly in our ears and hearts that ‘God is so wrong and His ways are too grievous to bear’

Most of us will never truly grasp the depth of this love, even the angels of heaven are mystified. My sister said to me the other day that one of the things she has learnt about motherhood is the depth of how God must love us. When a mother holds her baby, she’s ready to protect that child with her life. So how must God feel?

I feel like I can’t even articulate the extent of God’s love. The problem we have is that we sometimes don’t give the word of God a chance to sink into our hearts and spirits.

There are scriptures that should stop us short and cause us to weep and weep at the extent that this God is just obsessed with us, age after age, millenia after millenia, courting us, courting us…but we glide over those words and focus on the moment.

‘Behold what manner of love the Father has given unto us, that we should be called the sons of God…’

I found this beautiful devotional on a new website I discovered www.ccel.org, it’s a writing of Charles Spurgeon. It brought the tears to my eyes…

“And Sarah said, God hath made me to laugh, so that all that hear will laugh with me.” Genesis 21:6

It was far above the power of nature, and even contrary to its laws, that the aged Sarah should be honoured with a son; and even so it is beyond all ordinary rules that I, a poor, helpless, undone sinner, should find grace to bear about in my soul the indwelling Spirit of the Lord Jesus. I, who once despaired, as well I might, for my nature was as dry, and withered, and barren, and accursed as a howling wilderness, even I have been made to bring forth fruit unto holiness. Well may my mouth be filled with joyous laughter, because of the singular, surprising grace which I have received of the Lord, for I have found Jesus, the promised seed, and he is mine forever. This day will I lift up psalms of triumph unto the Lord who has remembered my low estate, for “my heart rejoiceth in the Lord; mine horn is exalted in the Lord; my mouth is enlarged over mine enemies, because I rejoice in thy salvation.”

I would have all those that hear of my great deliverance from hell, and my most blessed visitation from on high, laugh for joy with me. I would surprise my family with my abundant peace; I would delight my friends with my ever-increasing happiness; I would edify the Church with my grateful confessions; and even impress the world with the cheerfulness of my daily conversation. Bunyan tells us that Mercy laughed in her sleep, and no wonder when she dreamed of Jesus; my joy shall not stop short of hers while my Beloved is the theme of my daily thoughts. The Lord Jesus is a deep sea of joy: my soul shall dive therein, shall be swallowed up in the delights of his society. Sarah looked on her Isaac, and laughed with excess of rapture, and all her friends laughed with her; and thou, my soul, look on thy Jesus, and bid heaven and earth unite in thy joy unspeakable.