It was one of the editions of EXCEL at TBS as an usher that I met you.
I was assigned to watch your car and ensure folks don’t come and sleep on it.
I recall a young couple who approached me as I stood menacingly with a frown asking if they could pray beside the car.
The reason? They wanted approval for their union but their parents didn’t care if they heard from God.
“Go ahead” I muttered because I understood how parents sometimes use tribal sentiments to frustrate divine arrangements.
They finished and another young man came.
Ah ahn?!
“Please Sir, I have been unemployed for years and I know I won’t have the chance for Daddy to lay hands on me but let me just touch the bonnet and pray”. He finished.
Omo!
Please go ahead but he kuku placed his face on the bonnet praying in tongues.
Meanwhile, I stood there battling with God over an issue and telling Him how angry and disappointed I was in Him.
🤣🤣🤣.
When the man finished, I quickly used scope of dusting car to kabash here and there.
At a point, the influx was too much before the Police came.
I remember vividly how some of the Pastors came pushing me away and shouting do my job but before you entered the car, you turned slightly, look at me and said “Thank you”.
My body was awash with a sensation that filled me with peace and hope at the same time.
It’s been years now and I’m doing well in the Lord’s vineyard but there’s one small issue - You haven’t laid hands on me yet. I want it this year and so shall it be.
Happy Birthday Papa.
We are many that have benefitted from you and all that you have done for the gospel.
I honour you Sir and celebrate the grace of God in you.
Sometime back when I just got married, a young man brought a young lady to visit with the intent to introduce her as his Beloved.
I was so happy for him and I told him that much.
Then I teased the young lady and asked her how he “toasted” her.
“Sir, don’t mind him o. He just came and told me God said and left me and I also left him waiting because though I heard from God, I felt it was appropriate he wooed me as well.
It was when he saw I wasn’t showing any sign he ask what was wrong that I explained to him”.
He got the message and did justice to the process.
Brothers, don’t just stop at “God said...” and then go cold. You make it look like it’s take it or leave it.
You don’t “choke” God said to a daughter of Zion. For God to bring you her way, He expects more from you.
Two years ago, there was a lady who started posting strange eulogies to a water deity and in the same vein she starts posting scriptures from the book of Psalms.
The following day, she posts on "confessions" and "vibrations".
Whenever I make a post of facebook, she shows up.
"Oh! Every time Holy Spirit this, Holy Spirit that. We are one and your posts are discriminatory against other religion because they all have the "same spirit"".
"Ok" I respond.
She fails to understand that I don't want to argue but persists.
"God is love...'
"... and they are many paths to Him. When I was pregnant for my baby, I used to play songs from Enya to help me calm down and baby to sleep and form well in the womb."
"Ok". I respond, again.
"Well, whatever because I know you don't have monopoly of God." She fires on.
Many years ago before I got married, I would wake up in tongues at odd hours of the night and start interceding.
With my eyes closed, I’ll begin to see houses in the area and by revelation begin to call out issues in that house and praying for them.
It lasted an hour each time.
I remember when I got married, the same thing started happening.
I would see like a locator pin on the house, see a name and like a scroll showing the challenge(s) of that person or family or sometimes even the house.
The Holy Spirit would tell me of things planted there.
On one such occasion, there was a house in the vicinity that was known to just swallow up destinies.
It was the cheapest house there and had a strange broom strung by the entrance.
It was dirty with a foreboding shadow of darkness - the woman who owned it sold ėkó.
A couple of days ago as I sat in the presence of One, he showed me a vision of a waterfall and a medium sized bowl was placed under it.
He went further to explain: “This is how I’m pouring on my people in these days but what they want is a measure.”
Until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high, And the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, And the fruitful field is counted as a forest.”
Isaiah 32:15 NKJV
Can a bowl make a barren land into a fruitful field?
“Never”. I replied.
There are no limitations with me except you.
Tonight, we would be ministering on the TEAM Word and Prophecies Telegram platform.
There’s always an outpouring and I know the Holy Spirit longs to make many of you a fruitful field and then, a Forest:
Her mother told the story of her birth many times. One day, when her mother was pregnant for her, a colleague in the office gave her a N10 note and upon getting home, she noticed rashes all over her body.
Her mother panicked.
She was Catholic but she knew this was "beyond" church hence she sought alternatives from the "other side".
Yes. She got relief and since then became careful of people and gifts. The world was a wicked place she would always tell her children.
At 9 months into the pregnancy...
... her daughter wasn't making an attempt to come out and then by the 10 month, she came - looking like a one year old child - her skin wrinkled and always cranky immediately she beheld the light from a fallen world.
Her mother always told her siblings - she's a special child.