My purpose, the reason I am.
God’s purpose, His predeterminate plans
First a pattern – a sign, a principle, a wonder: that men may see and believe.

My life is not mine. My life is His – for His good pleasure and glory. My desires are mine submitted to His desires for good works. I am His workmanship created for Him.

Sometimes I get caught up in the thought that I am the end. For me He came, for my good pleasure He bled and rose. Yes, for me He came but for men to see Him in me and know that they too can be partakers of His mercy and pardon.

I am a piece of His woven pattern of good works, part of His Bride He daily washes with His words. The life I live is that of Christ who is my hope. Like Apostle Paul the mercy, grace, favour and love I am showered with is for a sign post – if He did it for Itse Tosanwumi, surely He will do it for you(me).

So I do not live for the onlooker but I live for His rising and calling that the onlooker may believe

For I am His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that I should walk in them.

20th November, 2016.

Leaving church on a Wednesday after service, my colleague and I got in her car and proceeded to join the lines exiting church. We noticed one of the gates had no queue or cars, and the other had quite a number of cars waiting to exit it, thus a queue.

We told the cars closest to the free exit gate about the gate but somehow they made no move to turn. After about 10 minutes in the same spot, as we could not move due other cars, we noticed one of the back cars, was now making a move to turn and use the free exit gate.

As we wondered what suddenly informed the decision of the back cars to turn, I told my colleague ‘that’s probably the way God looks at us sometimes and is wondering “how far”? with us.’

There are times God has opened a door for us and we stay fixed looking at another door expecting Him to come through for us that way. For there was a free exit gate and the cars queued to the other and stayed stuck in the traffic we had now created whilst there was a free one behind.

So often we stay stuck where God has not left us, ignoring the way He is leading us by and wondering why He hasn’t come through for us. May God open our eyes to see not daily but per time what He has for us and not get stuck in traffic we have unwittingly created.

17th May, 2015.

There is something beautiful about words taking on flesh – from a tap practically dripping which causes me to pause, notice the finer things and respond, from an unusual encounter with food vendors suddenly causing me to make a choice. I walked from to dark clouds which had gathered only releasing their tears as I got in the door of the house.

Nothing can be more special than the daily reminders that I am chosen, beloved and thought of by God. Just as a quilt of different materials, there are no inconsequential moments with my King. God is ever so involved in my details, weaving every situation, encounter into a beautiful end for His good purpose.

Every chanced meeting, an unexpected smile, every upset and emotional tear, He is right in the midst of it all, causing it to show forth His glory and miracle working hand. Thus, I can say with all confidence that all things are working together for my good. For I love God and I am the called according to His purpose.

And I know that all things work together for good to Itse Tosanwumi that love God, to me who is the called according to His purpose. Romans 8: 28

© 24th July 2016

Over the years I have come to embrace the fact that I am very opinionated. More often than desired it has given the impression that I am set in my ways. Recently, I had to decide if I was a solid or fluid.

People business is business with no rules. For we all have freewill. I encountered one I had not met before. It seemed like the actions had been lifted from a movie script. At every friction encountered I touted we are colleagues, thus I won’t give a hoot seeing that I can work with anyone without liking them or ever going beyond the professional ties.

I simply thought if it’s okay to act a witch, then its okay if I respond accordingly. What I would not say with my mouth, my eyes and body screamed. Yet it had not always been so. My emotions were more shocked than hurt. Surely life isn’t this tough

Then He began speaking, I shrugged it off, call your creature to order. From drops it became a drizzle: treat people better than they deserve. I was convinced I was being forcefully conscripted into a movie and was set to resist it.

Yet my husbandman won’t leave me nor let me be. With each clip from the clipper I realised I could not be solid. Head strong was no pleasing aroma and I sure had to decide me or Him, who is my life about? Love is easy when the person acts right by whatever measurement we use. Yet love is the call even when the person stands solid.

So I am embarking on a journey to treat people better than they deserve. I have no clue how but I know God has me. The fact I am certain in my highly opinionated way that their manifestation is “ewww” does not count.

© 22nd June, 2016

In His words and wisdom
There’s safety, health and many years
Listen and obey His plea
For His principles He honours always

In His words and wisdom
There’s guidance for each day and situation
Let them lead you He says
For therein lies the protection you need

In His words and wisdom
There’s sight and light for every circumstance
Get it and guard it He advises
Then shall your path be straight and clear

In His words and wisdom
There’s all we need to know Him better
Know it and live it out always
For therein is our faith grown and His will revealed.

© 5th June 2016

He’ll show us the way He works
So we can live the way we’re made

The phrases “let God use you” and “don’t let the devil use you” are regular responses to people’s behaviour we don’t appreciate or as a warning as to their next move, where I live.

Daily there are so many things and people trying to conform me into who they think I should be. Dress this way they instruct, act like this, on a constant it seems everyone somehow thinks they have the best version of me and so work to tailor me accordingly.

I get to remind me just as often – let only God use you, no one else should get that right. The only one I should be like, is the One who shed His blood for me, adopted me and called me by His name.

So I judge myself using His word and Spirit as measuring sticks. Did I represent His blue print? Did my choice please Him? Somewhere along life journey, I realised being a clone was okay. A okay as long as I was a clone of God, I am sure willing. My willingness ensures I spend time with Him, how else can I be like Him if not by investing my time in Him. It is a constant struggle, this is not one of those patterns that flow over time, never quite understood why.

Thus, daily I drag me to Him, the more I learn the better a clone I become, the more I become who I have been created to be. In this process I understand it’s a bit by bit walk, day to day. For each pull I get to become what people think or the social media creates, I resist big time and stay in Him to whom I rise and fall.

A willing clone I pray to always be.

© 30th May, 2016.

Once I got into a heated discussion with fellow choristers in our vestry. One of us had opined that children raised right stayed right. And that even if they strayed they always come back to the right track because God’s word of train a child… when he is old he would not depart from it cannot be voided. I was of the opinion that a child raised right stayed right by God’s grace. And in some sad cases, some children never made it back home like the lost son.

So we had people pick their sides through varying opinions. Insisting that children raised right could easily stray because they had freewill is a major factor we all must acknowledge. I doubt there are any parents who raise their children thinking they just might stray.

We never shifted from our positions though we all did acquiesce that free will plays a role in a child’s life. Though we just could not understand how a child raised right got lost. Of course one may debate what we mean by raised right. For us raised right is in line with train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he would not depart from it.

In the course of my study of Isaiah 1, it hit me suddenly that even God experienced same. God Himself, this my mind could not quite comprehend. The All knowing, All Seeing God raised children and they rebelled… how? He said, ‘I raised children (sons) and brought them up, but they have rebelled against me’

My thoughts flowed: if God’s children could do this and still do it, hian! Would I ever understand how children well raised turn out wrong? I doubt I would. Is there any sense of comfort knowing God experienced same? A little. It is a scary thought that not only is it possible for them to rebel, but scarier that some of them never turn back and die in their rebellion, just as some of God’s children did.

Does that make one less of a good parent? Thankfully it does not. For God did not cease to be God because some of His children rebelled and then some never looked back. Just as I might never understand it, so do the guilty verdict stares and glances from others on parents whose children have rebelled show the world might never understand it, they don’t need to.

I still believe good children are the working of the God, yes raising them right is key but that, even that does not keep a child good. – only a child who allows God keep Him can be kept.

© 30th May, 2016