When I became a Christian, I attended a Church where the Word was taught and prayer was emphasized; nobody talked much about dying to the flesh and getting conformed to His image except in the annual conferences. Rather, the emphasis was on praying and fasting, binding and loosing, and becoming a spiritual warrior.
There's nothing wrong with those themes but if that is all you do, you eventually wind up a one-sided Christian like I did. You feel invincible to the devil and are blind to your shortcomings which leads to pride, a heavy dose of it. So there I was seven years ago, new in Toronto from Nigeria, and feeling like a 'spiritual star' well above everyone I met...until I went on a spiritual retreat and realized I had no control over my life and I was full of gunk that needed to come out. The love emanating from the retreat ministry staff was my undoing and it totally changed my life.
I remember this retreat everytime I'm overwhelmed with prayer needs from friends and family; these past two weeks was one of those times when I realized that no matter how much I prayed, fasted, stood on scriptures, and cried out to Him...that was really all I could do. I was not in control He was, and I had to remember that.
It is not a feeling most of us are comfortable with, because we always want to be in control of everything happening around us; but He unfolds His plan on a daily basis as we come to Him daily.
Isn't He amazing? I love you Precious Lord!
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