THE VOICE OF REASON

Oh, let me hear thee speaking
In accents clear and still
Above the storms of passion
And murmurs of self-will
Oh, speak to reassure me
To hasten or control
Oh, speak and make me listen
Thou Guardian of my soul

That was the hymn being sung as I walked into church that morning. I had also heard that hymn the day before while I listened to a message. Hearing it again, I knew it was no coincidence. I cried louder. I'd walked out on the voice of God; I'd subscribed to the voice of reason, much to my own peril. You'd be right to find offense with me until you hear my story.

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Service was nothing short of glorious as we lifted our hands and our hearts to the One we love. What better place exists?! As I turned to pack my Bible, Word note, and little purse inside my tote bag, my gaze met his. He seemed to have been gazing at me for a while. Why is he smiling at me? My heart began to lose its rhythmic synchrony as he approached. Who is he?

Pst. Chidi: "Do you have some time to spare?"
"I do..." I stuttered.
"Shall we?" He smiled, extending his hand towards me.

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It's been three months since we started dating – or rather, seeing each other. Pst. Chidi is just the perfect man, the man after my heart! Every Sandra truly needs a Pst. Chidi.
Before you think I'm being emotional, you need to know a little about my Pst. Chidi: an ardent lover of God, a voracious consumer of the Word, a worshipping intercessor, and an interceding worshipper. He's skilled in crafting harmonious melodies and translating them into ascension stones. The keyboard is his weapon. A prolific writer – oh my! You need to read his blogs. Moreover, he's a radical evangelist and the pastor of the teenage unit of my church.

God had told me earlier in the year that I'd be a mother to many, and I'll work tirelessly with "my head" until we depopulate hell. Imagine my children coming for night devotion with their father on the keyboard while I sing down the Presence. I couldn't have asked for a better "head" and priest for my home. With him, my gates are guarded.

Everything seemed perfect, but deep down, I couldn't find my peace. I tried to reaffirm God's Word, reached out to my sisters, fasted, and prayed, but it wasn't returning. I knew what it meant, but I couldn't substantiate nor justify it. If not him, then who? Who better fits this puzzle? Who better complements me?

28 years of devoutly serving and waiting... It has to be him! This is the love I've waited for! This is the love Abba promised me!

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(...to be continued)

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Miracle Nmesoma said…
Next please 😭😭😭
November 29, 2024 at 3:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Sandy B, I read it from you know who.
If you aren't sure, ask Him to speak to reassure you.
November 29, 2024 at 6:58 AM
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