I saw that simplicity of intention and purity of affection— one design in all we speak and do, and one desire ruling all our tempers— are indeed the wings of the soul without which she can never ascend to God…. Every part of my life must either be a sacrifice to God or myself, that is, the devil.

John Wesley

See me through, Lord Jesus, see me through 2x
there’s a race I must run, there’s a victory to be won, give me power, every hour, to be through.

Where God’s finger points, His hand will make the way.

Our Daily Bread

I believe!

When you stay so long in prison (darkness, pain, distress, trouble…), some things that were once clear and definite may become dim and shaky. John the Baptist said to Jesus, are you the one we’re expecting or should we wait for another? This was the same John that recognised Jesus without any signal, testified to Him as the Messiah, and witnessed His divine confirmation.
Trials may lead to questions but blessed are those who don’t doubt (Matthew 11). Happy is the man that has no reason to doubt what He once endorsed. Jesus, I believe in you, help my unbelief.

I come by the blood, the blood of Jesus, Not by my qualifications, not by works, Not by my righteousness, not by strength. My righteousness is like filthy rags, by strength shall no man prevail, Not with grumbling, not with complaints, I come with supplications and requests.

I come for mercy; Let mercy prevail over judgement. Choose me as the object of your love, Smile at me my Father. For it is not to those who do ‘runs’, nor those who sweat, But by your tender mercies and compassion; let favours reply my labours. Let your blood speak on my behalf, better things to my life: Better results, better relationships, better jobs, better me, better ‘every’. Not just because the present is not good enough, But because there is more with you.

I come through Jesus Christ, the name above all names, I enter through the righteousness of Christ; I enter into better things, I break forth into greatness, I enter into institutions, I break forth into high places, I enter into government, I enter into Multination, I enter into … Lift up you heads, every gates, Open up, coded doors, Grant the heir of glory access, for the King of Glory, God Almighty, is my ‘Dada’.

As the story goes, a little piece of wood once bitterly complained because its owner kept whittling away at it, gouging it and making holes in it. But the one who was cutting it paid no attention to the stick’s protests. He was making a flute out of that piece of ebony, and he was too wise to stop when the wood complained. The man said, “Little piece of wood, without these rifts and holes, and all this cutting, you’d be just a stick forever—a useless piece of ebony. What I am doing now may seem as if I am destroying you, but instead it will change you into a flute. Your sweet music will charm the souls of many and comfort sorrowing hearts.

Our Daily Bread

When we become more in love with the gifts than the giver, the things that were designed to bless us begin to destroy us instead” And when