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TEACH US TO NUMBER OUR DAYS THAT WE MAY GAIN A HEART OF WISDOM


I moved home from Sheffield in the summer of 2015. I had just completed my undergraduate degree and I was very much drained. For a person who likes challenges and tough situations, Sheffield had been too much. It was such a  topsy-turvy experience for my spirit, soul and body that I was stretched to the point where I broke and to say I was discombobulated is an understatement.

On getting home, one of the decisions I had to make was whether I would keep going to my home church, Winners Chapel which I had attended since I was very little (I LOVE, LOVE my home church) or become a full-time member at Hillsong London. Prior to university, I had been attending the  6 p.m. Sunday service at Hillsong after my own home church services. (I love church!)

After a trip to my home church, I decided that was not the place for me to be at the time. I decided to join Hillsong fully. Now, the question was would I be a passive member or an active one? My university church and fellowship experiences had made me scared of the church and her people.

I had the privilege of growing up in a very healthy church environment such that all my life prior to moving to uni, my church experiences and relationships with people within the church environment had been mostly positive. My idea of what the church experience was at the time was a very one-sided, naive idea to hold on to as truth. There are two sides to life and it is very crucial to be aware of this. This awareness was what university gave me not only in spiritual matters but in almost everything.

I did the whole get to church late, sit at the back and leave early thing for a while. This was very different from all my prior church experiences since I was young, I had always been involved in the church community and activities. It was freeing to be by myself but I reached a point where I knew that to unlock the next level of freedom and growth, I would need to become part of the church; an actual member who played her part rather than a spectator. "Christianity can be done in isolation but it is best done in community" - Nick Nilson. Even God acknowledges this. Psalm 133:1 says “How good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity”. 

Being within a group of loving people trying to work out their own salvation with fear and trembling is one of the best experiences a Christian can have once there is love, unity and an individual and collective desire for spiritual growth. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching - Hebrews 10:24-25. The truth is I had to decide whether I would choose to step out and overcome the fears that had sprung up due to my horrible experiences or whether I would choose to allow the pain, hurt and fears keep me cowered. I had always heard people say thing like "I don't like being within a group of friends" or "I don't do best friends" or "Female friendships don't work" and based on my university experiences, I could have clung on to these lies and allowed them become strongholds on the inside of me but I had a history prior to university, particularly the first 15 years of my life which I spent living in my home country Nigeria that proved these theories wrong and I also had God's word to hold me accountable. The worst thing would be to make general conclusions based on one or two or even maybe three experiences when God says otherwise. If God says there is a way for me to thrive in community and that I am better off communing with fellow believers, then that means there is a group of people and friendships out there where I belong. I just needed to allow God to lead me to them or lead them to me. 

I said a prayer asking for God's guidance. I then signed up for a sisterhood connect group  as that was what I felt I needed. In the process, I found myself in a games connect group where we ate, played board games and prayed with one another every other Tuesday. At first, I was guarded (life experiences have made me take a longer time to warm up to people), I slowly opened up once I realised everyone was heartwarming and kind. About three months later, I got a call from Ronika who leads the sisterhood connect group I joined. It was also nice being among people who were not presumptuous or made general assumptions about me being guarded initially. I have been in situations where people concluded that I was proud and not easy to get along with. They judged me before knowing me. But these new environments provided me with the opportunity to grow at my own pace and allowed me to be genuinely myself.

I decided to write this post today because I completed the bible study guide we started about a year ago today and I am better for it. I am glad I chose to trust God and pursue peace and healing. Beth Moore's #BreakingFree bible study guide was instrumental in allowing me to heal through all these hurts. I am not yet totally where I want to be but I have healed and grown so much. The lies that were trying to hold on to me kept dropping one after the other  and to think this was facilitated by doing the study together with about ten other lovely ladies. It was beautiful and ultimately freeing. Now, I am considering leading a sisterhood connect group myself. Isn't God awesome?! 

Psalm 34:14 says Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. I think that was what I did and continually seek to do. I could have chosen to remain hurt, blamed everybody and thrown a pity party for myself but I'm glad I took responsibility and was ready to shake off the unnecessary weight that clung to me. All I needed was God's word, an open heart from myself and fellow believer friends. 

I seek peace with God, peace with myself and peace with other people. To make this possible, I seek environments that allow for peace to thrive. 



These past couple of years, I have dealt with major instability in my life such that I was pushed to the edge spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically. My faith and dependence on God kept me and even that was shaken. I was doing all the "right" things yet nothing seemed to be working. In fact, I felt like I was pulled back on several levels (I still feel that way in some respects but I am treading forward irrespective). 

Although I have always believed that I was wholly accepted by the heavenly father, it wasn't long before I started feeling like I wasn't wanted or that there was no place for me especially in church or fellowship settings due to some not so nice experiences. People and places that were meant to be safe had turned out to be spiky, thorny and blood sucking! Literally. I felt numb on the inside. Being hurt by those with whom you thought you were in this Jesus thing together feels like a different kind of betrayal but the truth is none of us is perfect and we are all still being moulded by the potter.

However, there was and still is always that sense of calm and peace. It never seems to go away regardless of whatever life season I am in. I always sensed it but I was ignorant about it. I rested in it; most times, unconsciously but other times, I didn't especially when I was fully aware of a difficulty or problem at hand. Now I know it is the HolySpirit in me; I always knew who the HolySpirit was, I also knew he was in me, I have leant on him for guidance, teaching and many other things. I talk to him every day but for some reason, I never associated this peaceful place in me with him. I am learning to rest in that place.

There is no point chasing nothingness or trying to make or find peace externally when there is a constant peace on the inside of me that I can choose to rest in and radiate outward to the external.

I did everything by faith because my thoughts and feelings were travelling at different tangents to anything positive or life-giving regarding my life circumstances, my relationship with God and how I felt about the church. My relationship with God has always been and still is the core of who I am, everything else revolves around it. So if that shakes, everything else will tremble. I remember praying several times, albeit in varying versions; sometimes calmly and with reverence, other times desperately and frustratingly - "God I love you. I know you love me and I want to believe in your promises for me so badly but I am finding it so difficult. Please help me trust you and your plans for me. Help me heal and move past these hurts".

I am still not sure I know how or what made my attitude change. All I know is each time I made my true feelings known to God and expressed my vulnerability about not knowing what or how to feel, how to trust or handle circumstances, something shifted on the inside. It wasn't until the last quarter of 2017 that things seemed to start to come together again. One of the major pieces of the jigsaw puzzle found its place, providing a bit more clarity and giving way to a couple other minor pieces.

I got to church about a month ago and there was a new song (Yay! I love new songs.) titled Who You Say I am  (see below). While singing this song, a fragile piece inside me waiting to be strengthened was touched. There is a part of the song that goes "In my Father's house, there's a place for me". Every single time I sang that part, that fragile piece in me clung to those words and came alive, I allowed myself absorb it as much as I could and it was special being among all these other church people, proclaiming those words. It felt like I was saying "There is a place for me, there is a place for you, there is a place for us in this church family. There is a place for us all to function and be all that God has created us to be in a loving space". I went for worship team night the following Wednesday and the worship leader that night sang the same song again.

It wasn't until about another week when I was home alone that I broke down in tears while humming that part of the song - "In my Father's house, there's a place for me". Words came tumbling out of my mouth as I let God know how I felt. In that moment, that fragile, downtrodden part of me already in agreement with the words of the song collided with waters of healing and gentleness, and finally my feelings started to catch up with faith steps and faith proclamations I had chosen to take, believe and hold on to long before anything began to make sense.

I guess the points to take from this post are:

  1. Rest in the peace of the HolySpirit in you. As believers, we have God's gift of his Spirit in us. 

  2. Lean on God rather than pulling away from him when life circumstances don't seem fair or make any sense. The truth is God is always for us, he is never against us and he is always with us too.

  3. No one in church is perfect. God is still working in and through each of us, helping us to become more Christlike.

  4. Be open with God about how you feel even if it is unusual, negative or embarrassing. That's how we grow in our relationship with him because by being open, we give him access to flood our hearts with his love and opportunity to handle that which seems too much for us to bear. The truth is he knows every single one of our thoughts and feelings anyway. 

  5. Ask for God to help you in areas where you feel weak (there is a difference between opening or pouring your heart to God and actually asking him for help) Just give everything over to him, he wants us to cast every single one of our cares on him.

  6. You might have to step out in faith first before your feelings catch up and that's okay too.


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