…spreading the fragrance of His knowledge…
So, you would like to marry a called man or woman – or you already married one.
You would like to have called children – or you already have them.
That’s great!
However, let me give you a little heads-up:
They. Don’t. Belong. To. You.
Their first love is not you.
Their highest loyalty is not to you.
Dunsin Oyekan shared how, growing up, his dad would take him on ministers’ retreats and vigils. He was the only boy, and his sisters would lightly mock him because he would have to fast with his dad the whole day till they got home at night after the meetings.
He was frustrated and didn’t understand why he couldn’t be like other kids – or at least like his sisters.
Many years ago, I was watching a family reality show. This lady had been auditioning, but was yet to get any acting role.
One day, her agent called her that she had some major auditions coming up.
Todd White shared the following true life story:
An atheist had a dream one night. He saw a long fence going on infinitely.
On one side of the fence was Jesus, the hosts of Heaven and angels.
On the other side of the fence was the devil, demons and the hosts of hell.
When I got married, I just wanted to have my own kids like every other woman. Painfully, it didn’t happen as quickly as I hoped.
I remember far back in 2010 (six years into my marriage) when a big sister of mine I used to pray with at that time, said to me during a prayer session, “God said He didn’t create you just to have babies.”
Excuse me?!…
Ask the average Christian single lady, “What type of man do you desire?” and she will most probably reply, “A Boaz” or “I am praying for my Boaz.”
That’s very good, but who you need might not be a Boaz.
You might need an Othniel…
It’s interesting how the Bible hides precious gems in the middle of seemingly mundane verses. Remember how the powerful story of Jabez was sandwiched between ‘boring’ genealogy?
Exactly.
The beautiful story of Caleb and his daughter, Achsah, is another treasure hidden between division of land…
Sisters, you are powerful.
And I am not saying it in that bra-burning, fist-clenched, arm-raised, wild-haired, hardened-feminist kind of way.
No. I’m saying it with much fear and trembling.
Sisters, you are powerful.
Debby Osa 