IN HIS ARMS

IN HIS ARMS, WHERE I FOUND MY ANSWERS

I had been having very busy, stressful, and exhausting days. School had been a lot, basically a lot has been happening in my life lately that I kept on worrying and asking myself a lot of questions.

Early this morning, I went for my prayer walk. I sat down at my usual spot after walking around for a while, listening to his words in the form of music and studying the environment around me. I took a picture. It’s the one you see before this write-up.

In His Arms, He spoke to me.

"Why are you worried? "

"Why are you troubled?" 

"Why are you sad? "

"Why do you beat yourself up?"

I sit in heaven and I laugh.

Look around and see my smile through the gentle sway of the trees, the clear clouds, the colored flowers beautifying the trees.

I’ve told you in my words that I clothed the trees with their leaves. 

I’ve beautified the land with the green.

 And without a mirror or blends of foundations, I did the best makeup for the flowers with their different colors.

 I gave the birds of the air shelter in these trees, and food in the greens. (lol, I watched a bird eat from the grass)

So, OBINNA,

 why do you bask in your troubles? 

Why do you drown in your fears? 

Why do you daily gasp for understanding and peace? 

Why do you struggle to be strong?

In me, you've REST , PEACE, UNDERSTANDING, COMFORT ,  STRENGTH , KNOWLEDGE, and more than you ask or need.

Men and the systems of the world created by men would fail you, 

OBINNA. You’ve looked at the world, one I created but have been altered by men, with your medicated lens. 

TAKE IT OFF!! , you’ve forgotten to look through the “Lens of The Cross.”

Do the trees worry? 

Do they ask questions? 

Ever wonder how the birds feed when the land is bare? 

Do they worry? 

Do they face harsh seasons?

They do not depend on the principles and systems set up by men.

They survive based on my principles. 

I made them, so I feed them, I shelter them, I clothe them, I defend them.

But you, who I’m so mindful of, go through these unavoidable seasons and try to fix it by your strength. Men have mimicked my works. They can’t see so they make their own lens, they feel down, they give it names and many more.

Find strength in me!

 Clarity is in me!

 Sight is through the only lens I’ve given you! 

The One made by the blood my Son shed on the cross!

The trees yet with their flaws don’t try to change themselves, 

they don’t give their situations names, 

NO!  they let me define them!

“Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”

The child never cried alone. 

The child is vulnerable. 

The child runs to mummy and daddy for strength. 

The child does not try to understand. 

The child has no doubts.

No matter how FAR or how MUCH  you think you’ve grown.

You’ll always remain My Child.

ABBA’s LITTLE BABY.

MY REPLY TO MY DADDY

"I WILL REMAIN IN YOUR ARMS'

Shalom.