Today marks one month of being in Nigeria. I was going to post a beautiful picture of the horizon and put my favorite Bible verse in the caption like most people in this sort of position, but quite honestly, I don’t feel like it. I know, I sound like a bratty teenager. I’m content with that. This was one of those times when I had to bury myself in order to see God lift me up.
I woke up this morning and began a long list of things to do instead of just sitting around the compound because the kids are gone. I cleaned. I read. I cooked. I painted. I wrote. I ran. I danced. I looked at the clock and it was only 1pm. I woke up at 5:30am because I’m still fighting jet lag and can’t afford to sleep in. I paced around the house for longer than I’d like to admit and eventually broke. When I say “broke” I don’t mean broke down and started crying. I just lacked functionality. I didn’t move. I didn’t talk (to myself of course). It felt like I didn’t breathe. I felt like a Nintendo 64 (when it’s time to take the game out and blow inside of it because it just froze in the middle of fighting Bowser for Princess Peach). All of these feelings were rushing through my mind and it was like I couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic to you, but this was my reality.
Today has been nothing short of an emotional roller coaster. At one point, I just sat on the floor and stared out the window. I think it’s tempting to have fairy-tale expectations of what it feels like to be obedient to God. The reality is, sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s so hard that we stop in our tracks and think of all the things we could be doing INSTEAD of what He says. Fortunately, feelings are temporary, and I’m finally at a place in my life where I don’t make decisions based explicitly off of how I feel. I’m learning the difference between temporary emotions, and truth. The truth is, I love Him and am thankful to be His broken and rebuilt cistern.
Before you say, “GO TO YOUR TEAM!” or “Why didn’t you talk to anybody or reach out to somebody??” understand that this was not a cry for companionship or community. I could have been in a room full of people, but that, too, would have been a failed attempt to be my own Savior.
Eventually, I sat down, and talked to my Daddy.
Why do we wait until we have no other fleshly option to go to God? This is not a rhetorical question. I’d love to know your thoughts in the comments. I know the typical answers “that’s what the flesh does” and “pride, Shakiyla, PRIDE” but today it felt like my heart and spirit had a disconnect. It was like I had to intentionally ask God to unite Himself with myself in order to feel purposeful again. It was nothing like I’ve ever experienced. I’d gotten so robotic in my worship that I was relying fully on feelings, emotions, and outward expression as a source of fulfillment. It was like I was in High School all over again. I was unknowingly floating at a surface-level devotion to God, and had no idea how I’d gotten there.
There is an evident difference between personal desire, and God’s command to do something. Today, it was like He stopped me in my tracks and said “Come to me…FULLY” It was an overwhelming reminder of just how much we need Him. I don’t know where I’m going with this. I think I just wanted to encourage you to Go to Him. Don’t wait until you’ve exhausted all other avenues to go to the King of Kings. I tried a million and one things, before I went to the author of my life (silly girl). We are indeed broken vessels in need of His grace, and today, I felt it pour over me.
I pray He does the same for you.
Thank you for reading.
I love you.
Amen!! sister I know how you felt. Just know that’s Gods incontrol. It took me about a month to get on track of the time. I love Africa but often I would want to touch and hug or even talk my US family. It was a major culture shock and so overwhelming my frist flight to Africa, I would not leave or even when I return home now I don’t leave out of ACCRA airport by my self lol, my husband always have to come in and get me lol. I missed some of the crazy simple things in life that we take for everyday granted here. ( a good DQ Banana split) lol in short I just want to say Yes Daddy is always there where ever you go he is still the same Big Daddy that you can call up on and cry out loud too🙏🏾. I am so proud to have been part of your new journey in life and also so to tell you to live your dreams. I will be returning to Ghana early 2019 for a stay and would love to hop over and see you and your new found family. I will be in touch with you on the for sure dates. We are praying for you, stay Blessed and safe 💕
Thank you for your constant encouragement Lady Osei. It’s definitely been a journey. It started even before I touched African soil, so I knew I had new things in store. Thank you for your prayers and reminders that I’m not alone ♥️ I’d love to see you again!
Another Breakthrough 👐🏽 You’re there on Purpose 🙏🏽
I’ve always told you that the way you speak to God and about Him has always moved me.
“Robotic in my devotion,” are you me? That’s where I’m at in my walk with Him, and I don’t know why it’s been hard to go from complacent to intentional in that journey.
You may not know where you’re going with your musings, but know your words are touching folks.
Thank you, friend. I know I’m really far away, but you can ALWAYS y’all to me. We can walk this together. I have more understanding, and today was much better, but I know it take time. I made myself do a few different things that I think will help in the long run. It’s crazy how hard it is to be real with God but how easy it is to give our true selves to the trash world. I’m praying for you ♥️
Shakiyla for such a young lady you are very wise. I thank u for sharing your stories, they are truly an inspiration. I needed this one.
I’m glad it helped, cousin. I love you.