I Choose You

There was once when I looked in front of me and I saw a crossroad. I looked to God for black and white directions but He kept silent and He told me do not fear, just choose. That shocked me. How dare He entrust to me a choice of such magnitude! He knew how weak and indecisive I was. He knew the way I would constantly sway back and forth in nail biting anxiety. Why then did He entrust me with such a generous command?

Because the thing about God is that He has the ability to see right past all of our flaws and into the very depths of our hearts. He sees the part that has silently vowed love and unconditional obedience to Him.

I understand now that there is complete freedom to make all of life’s big decisions as children of God. Because He is faithful and He will never leave us. Because He sends the rain wherever we end up, and whatever we choose, as long as we continue to abide in Him.

But I also understand now that there is a third road. A hidden road – that few find. One that takes great courage, and even greater sacrifice. But it the only road that leads to life, and the only one worth taking.

All this time, He told me to just choose, but little did I know that He was eagerly waiting for me to choose Him. His pursuit of me is so jealous! How it catches me off guard and woos my heart.

I will choose the road less taken and I will pledge myself again to You Lord. Over anything and anyone else. I have counted the cost, and I walk into this with my eyes wide open, choosing You with my whole undivided heart.

I am Yours. Freely, wholeheartedly and bravely Yours.


The Forgotten Jesus

I was talking to a friend the other day, and she said something along the lines of, “Jesus is the most neglected topic in the Church today”.

I can’t help but to agree with how true that is. I honestly cannot remember the last time I heard someone talk about Jesus. About His divinity, about His character, His personality, His heart, His nature, His desires. 

I hear more teachings about how to manage finances, the need to “submit”, how to be a good leader, how to worship, how to know your giftings…. More than I do about Jesus Himself. 

It’s not that these things are bad, but they are secondary to the knowledge of God Himself. 

Then I turned to see the voice that spoke with me. And having turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and in the midst of the seven lampstands One like the Son of Man, clothed with a garment down to the feet and girded about the chest with a golden band. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire; His feet were like fine brass, as if refined in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters; He had in His right hand seven stars, out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword, and His countenance was like the sun shining in its strength. And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet as dead. But He laid His right hand on me, saying to me, “Do not be afraid; I am the First and the Last. I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death. (‭Revelation‬ ‭1‬:‭12-18‬ NKJV)

Can we truly say that we know Jesus? The One with eyes of fire, the One with a voice like many waters. The One with feet of brass, hair white as wool – beauty and countenance shining brighter than the sun in all its strength. The glorious One who sits enthroned above the circle of the earth. The One surrounded by cherubims and seraphims who cry holy and sing of His beauty, worshipping Him both day and night. The One Ezekiel saw in the whirlwind of raging fire, the Man on the Throne above the glowing firmament. Holy Bridegroom, precious Lamb of God, the Desire of the Nations, Son of David, Lion of Judah, King of Israel, the righteous Judge who is to come soon. 

Do we truly know this Jesus?