Read a book, he said. I felt insulted, hurt and disappointed. Why would a new friend do this to me? Somehow I did not say a word, maybe the meds I was taking put me to sleep. Maybe I knew he was saying the truth.

It was a really dark time in my life and I kept it to myself for most of the time. I made a new friend within that time and thought it wise to pour all my burdens on him. Every single time he called, I complained about something or someone. Looking back I would never have called me back if I was in his shoes. Yet he kept calling and I kept talking.

I had not realized how boring and annoying I had become. My pain was all I could think about, I never made time to ask him what he struggled with yet I saddled him with more burdens. Through it all he listened with patience and did his best to support me. All I could pray about was how miserable I felt. If God could get tired of anyone I would have been the first.

Then one day, in the middle of a conversation he just could not take it any more. He said, read a book, followed with a request to send a picture of the book I decided to read. What was a painful comment for me, proved to be the very thing that helped me stand.

Just like my friend said, read a book.

Open your bible first, read. Do not just read, think about what you have read. I am sure that this might sound like prescribing a dancing session to cure a case of typhoid. Totally useless and irrelevant to the situation you are facing but just try it.

Do not forget to read books that build you up too.

When you do that please say a prayer too. Talk to God like a friend.

It sure does get better.

Much Love,

Musings of a God Girl.

PS: If you think you are suffering from depression kindly see a mental health professional.

I sat in class and looked like I was paying attention. While the lecturer taught accounting standards I had traveled to Maldives, Dubai, Singapore and many other places. If only he knew but he would never know. I looked serious and nodded my head occasionally.

I sat in church and was very attentive till the preacher started the sermon. I mean, I really tried to listen till the thirtieth minute. My mind drifted to the new couple seated in the front row. I silently asked God when he meant to give me a husband. Well, just in case God was showing me someone I wasn’t paying attention to, I did a quick scan of the eligible bachelors to check if God was saying something. Just when I could have heard something the congregation shout Amen and I joined the chorus.

I really have not being the best person when it comes to paying attention. In Junior High School I used to read novels in class. It took skill and I had mastered the skill of looking like I was paying attention and boy did it help. The last skill I failed to master was sleeping with my eyes open. Oh how I wish I did but that’s a story for another day.

My brother invited me to a service and the soloist won my heart as she sang,

“speak to me let my heart be awakened by the whispering of love….the words I hear you say you’ve been speaking now for all of time”

Bethany Music

That’s where I got confused, I really wanted to hear something new from God, what did she mean by the words she hears are what God has been saying before time. I have been listening all along, haven’t I? Does God really speak ?

Back in school we made sure to successfully convince our teachers that we were paying attention. They really did believe us until we moved to the next grade and told our new teachers that we weren’t taught the very things that we said we understood in the previous grade.

So we try to pull this off with God. This time the teacher doesn’t change and the class is repeated till we learn the lesson. God is really speaking, everyday He reminds us of His love and faithfulness. He wants us to see the things we can do through His eyes, if we would only pay attention in the class.

Much love,

Musings of a God Girl.

Let’s go back in time, to when Jesus walked the earth. Now close your eyes, sorry open them. I need you to read this.

Let’s say a little boy followed his siblings, just before they left home mum yelled, won’t you come for your lunch? I’m sure he was disappointed, who liked extra weight when roaming these streets.
He didn’t ask his brothers to help, after all he had to prove that he could take care of himself when hanging out with them. He smiled and run to catch up with them. Today felt different, maybe it was the weight he carried.

Soon they saw many people walking following the man his brothers always spoke about. Finally he gets to see Him.

He spoke, listening to him was easy. Yet they walked and walked, soon it was late. He heard his brothers say there was no food. Some men passed by, It looked like they were with the man. He walked to them with a large smile offered his food. In his heart he wished he had listened to Mum and taken a little more food. Before he knew it, his food was handed to the man, he broke it and started giving thanks.

Oh how he wished he had brought a little more, he looked down at his feet lost in his thoughts.
Suddenly he heard people give thanks only to look up and see that his little had become a lot, much more than he could imagine.

I’m sure you are wondering how this applies to you right?
Hold on a minute.
I have been feeling I have come a long way but with so little in my hands.
I could have achieved more. I miss the days when I felt like I lived at my full potential.
So looking at myself I have regrets, regrets that my hands have done so little when he gave me so much.

If you also feel this way just know God is interested in what you have in your hand.
Can you hand it over for him to bless?
Are you willing to go to unfamiliar territory where provision seems to be lacking?
Are you willing to live fully with God as your focus?

Then God is going to multiply the little you have, in a while you would see.

Much love,
Musings of a God Girl.

Thanks for joining me!

My evidence that I am saved does not lie in the fact that I preach, or that I do this or that. All my hope lies in this: that Jesus Christ came to save sinners. I am a sinner, I trust Him, then He came to save me, and I am saved.

Charles Spurgeon