The Woman the Earth Helped

 

I am happy to be here today. I have not posted anything on Faithdames for a while now and I did not plan to do so today. But about 20 mins ago, I had this huge burden for ‘a woman’. Some woman out there, who like the woman in the Book of Revelation, is travailing in labour about to bring forth a child. I sense this might not be about birth in the pure physical sense of it. It is about bringing forth the fruit that God has placed on the inside of her. She, like the woman the Bible described as ‘a wonder in heaven’, is the target of ‘a beast’ of some sort. Something or someone or some situation does not want her to bring forth. I asked my PapaGod who this was and how he wanted me to get his message to her. 'Faithdames' dropped quietly in my spirit. Post it there. She will see it . She will read it and she will know that it is going to be just fine.

Because the Earth will help her. Do you hear me, dear one out there groaning in pain, not knowing where your help will come from? Your God says he will send forth a divine command and all that is needed for you will come forth. Even if the earth itself has got to open up its mouth and swallow up some people. It will. Because God will make it happen. You do not believe me? Please take out some time now and Read the twelfth chapter of the Book of Revelations. Not only did God command the earth in her favour, earlier on, he had given her wings like an eagle to fly high above her situation, her obstacles, her foes. Just like he is about to do for you.

I know that the woman in the book of Revelation is a symbol for Israel and her child is Christ but that is why I love the Bible. No matter the grand, theological, future meaning, I can apply it to my life today. Please apply it to yours dear Faithdame. OK?

As a daughter of the most High, you are robed in the sun and you have the moon under your feet. Your head bears a crown of stars which means you are completely surrounded by heavenly lights! God’s favour shines upon you day and night. True, you labour sometimes and true, you bear much pain, but that is just because it takes hard work to produce an important result. God has planted something important in you and will bring it forth no matter how impossible it looks to you now. Do not be discouraged. Do not give up. Look at what Jesus went through. Pain and plenty of it.  Now look where he is today. In glory, reigning victoriously having accomplished his God-ordained destiny.

This too shall be your testimony.

Because the God all of the Earth is going to command the earth to open up its mouth to help you.  




The DNW

My Shoes...

“...Just curse God and die!”

Talk about setting your future on a couple of words! This is the story of how five words not only marred my image possibly forever but also took me on a journey I did not expect.

Listen, I know you might not want to hear what I have to say but I DO have a story. I know the picture my infamous words painted of me were ugly but for one minute... just a sec.... take off your comfortable, judgmental shoes and slip on mine.

The day that changed my life forever started as a normal day; laughter waffling through our compounds as my children prepared for the day. Today was a special day; my eldest son was throwing a huge feast for his siblings and although my husband Job had innumerable servants, I was never one to leave anything to do with my children in their hands. I love being a helpmeet to my husband; I truly do, but there was just something extra special about being a mother. The God of my husband had blessed me with 10 beautiful children; 7 boys who were my joy and 3 beautiful girls who were my laughter. Rather than spend my mornings tending our sheep, camels and thousands of other animals, my husband’s wealth provided servants and allowed me to spend my days with my children.

My Children...My greatest joy.

With my children all prepared and off to the feast, a certain quiet descended on the compound. It was a sweet silence and I immediately released a breath of relief. With them gone, I could finally take a step back and relax. I was going to nap for a while and then go see what Job was up too. After I was rested and preparing lunch, I saw man on a horse, visibly in a hurry rush into our compound and in a blink of an eye my life changed.

... “a messenger arrived at Job's home with this news: "Your oxen were plowing, with the donkeys feeding beside them, when the Sabeans raided us. They stole all the animals and killed all the farmhands. I am the only one who escaped to tell you." While he was still speaking, another messenger arrived with this news: "The fire of God has fallen from heaven and burned up your sheep and all the shepherds. I am the only one who escaped to tell you." While he was still speaking, a third messenger arrived with this news: "Three bands of Chaldean raiders have stolen your camels and killed your servants. I am the only one who escaped to tell you." While he was still speaking, another messenger arrived with this news: "Your sons and daughters were feasting in their oldest brother's home. Suddenly, a powerful wind swept in from the wilderness and hit the house on all sides. The house collapsed, and all your children are dead. I am the only one who escaped to tell you."

I was numb! It had to be a cruel joke; my daughters, beautiful and graceful were dead? On my hands, I could still smell the olive oil I had brushed into their hair and the shea butter I has smoothed onto their feet. No, this couldn’t be happening! My sons, tall and brave; spitting images of their father...dead? No! I could not...would not... believe this. I waited for Job’s reaction; actually picked up a rock with the hope that as Job slapped this servant for his cruel joke, I would stone him simultaneously for his outrageous boldness. It was when I saw my husband stand up with a wild almost feral scream of grief, ripping his robe in shreds that I felt it and knew in my heart that it was true. In one day, my life evaporated. As the grief rocked me, the last thing I remember seeing before slipping into the merciful darkness of unconsciousness was my husband’s head covered in blood as he used a jagged piece of a gourd he just smashed to shave his hair off.

To be continued...


(c)Inthemidstofher