Age is just a number. It’s not another member of your body to determine what you can or can’t do. It’s your mindset and the way you choose to see life that affects what you can or can’t do at any appointed time. I remember in scripture when the bible said ” And the Lord said, “Behold, they are one people and they have all one language, and this is only the beginning of what they will do. And nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them.” — Gen 11:6
Go labor on, tired or tried;
Go labor on, persecuted or welcomed;
Go labor on; despised or celebrated;
Go labor on; supported or left alone;
Go labor on; afraid or courageous;
Go labor on; for it is thy calling.
The journey isn’t an easy one;
But the love always has to be an even tone;
For the master has made your heart his home;
That to others you may reach to change;
Your selfish desires may rear their head;
Your tired body will want to rest; but there’s the need to ace the test;
As others’ lives depend on your success;
Give up because they are not trying enough?
Plot against them because they plotted against you?
Feed them a dose of their own medicine because they despised you?
Run away because they fight and attack you?
Flare up because they irritate and annoy you?
Harden up because they don’t deserve your love?
What way did the master go?
Reach out and save;
Closer to the savior draw them;
Love them in their undesirable states;
Don’t be the one to judge their fate;
For their sake, do sacrifice;
Lay down your life if it will suffice;
Turn them over to the Holy Spirit’s office.
Go labor on, depend on the master for strength;
Go labor on, let His joy always be your source;
Go labor on, be cheerful and full of praise at all times;
Go labor on, connect even when there’s a barricade to accepting the love;
Go labor on, rescue the perishing, snatch him from the grave;
Go labor on, peace your trademark shall be;
Go labor on, your reward in due season you shall receive.
We all have times when we feel like giving up in the Christian journey. Let’s not forget that God is always there to help us keep walking and making a difference in the world. Don’t forget that with every breath, step, action etc. the glory of God is being showcased by you. So go labor on, keep on, even if men don’t appreciate your efforts.
Check out this track by NF — I’ll keep on
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Sharon was back to her favorite and yet least favorite place in the house. Dark and out of sight she liked to think it was. It’s funny how her life had become an irony too soon. The bliss and gaiety had all disappeared, leaving just gloom and doom.
She shut her eyes firmly and closed her ears as she anticipated the worst yet again. Her kind and sweet father had suddenly taken to drinking and always came home to take it out on her frail mother. And since they were the only 3 people living in the house, her mom had no one to save her and so continued to endure the pain, disrespect, hurt and disgrace almost every blessed day. Blessed wasn’t a word her mom would call her day.
Mansa’s lips were quivering and she felt the heat from her phone pressed in her palms. She had the scripture open on the phone, and the urge to speak out was stronger now than ever. But this was a “trotro” and she had most often had issues with how some of these “trotro” preachers went about sharing their “gospel”. So she resorted to giving herself all sorts of excuses, trying to convince herself that these people had already heard so much and wouldn’t want to be disturbed by her “English laden speech”. But truth triumphed over fear and she decided that she would speak, whether someone needed the message or not. After all, the Holy Spirit wouldn’t prompt her if no one needed the message. Now she opened her mouth to speak, but no words were flowing, the hallelujah was in her head but didn’t seem to be coming out through her mouth. She kept at it until she heard her voice boom through the whole vehicle and started speaking immediately what the Spirit had laid on her heart. She was shaking but kept speaking, and strangely enough, the people were quiet and very attentive to what she had to say. She finished speaking and went back to looking at her phone, thanking God softly under her breath for speaking and ministering through her.
The seas roared loudly, breaking eardrums;
The winds beat against this sinking ship, no more room for conundrums;
It is my heart, deeply in trouble at the turn of events;
Sucked in beyond what I can bear, dragged in deep by hugs sparsely given;
Your touch on my skin sent millions of cells rushing into the titanic, only to be crushed when reality hit;
You tore me apart and wrung open my treasure chest, the island that no one ever dared venture to;
Like a pendulum, you kept wavering, shifting to the left, then to the right;
I was in my physics lab all over again, with my graph book and pencil;
Sketching the “hi’s” and “low’s”, trying to gauge the next value of balance;
Your love had induced me to sleep, a trance I wasn’t ready to awake from.
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