Lord, are you talking to me?

High and low, rich and poor—listen! (‭Psalms‬ ‭49‬:‭2‬ NLT)

When God speaks, what do we hear?  His voice or the auditory sensation of our thoughts?
Between late 2014 and early 2015, something strange happened to me. Perchance this was not the first time, but this incident came well pronounced. From nowhere, I started having fixation on the word —diabetes. 
My eyes would lead straight to pick  that word in advertisements; billboards, radio talk shows, prints and from people’s conversations. One day, I was arriving into London from Heathrow airport and inside the tube was an advert on checking  whether one has diabetes by testing to a given number. And because my sentiments on it had already become so strong, I followed that instruction.  A couple of days later, I received a full-page letter, instructions on how-to-find-you’re-diabetic, plus a pedometer. They trusted me to turn to sport!  I bet they must have read me through about my laziness in exercising! 
Earlier long, I began to believe it that I have diabetes. When I told my mother, she answered in the usual layman’s interpretation that I’ve got ‘too much sugar’ in me. That was the kickoff of her continuously advising me to see my doctor for lab test. She made sure she reminded me of this each day I phoned her. 
Along my own side, I concluded I am diabetic and there’s no way the lab result won’t affirm it. At that instant, my hormonal acne was at its highest peaks without any explanation whatsoever. This was enough to append to the mathematic that I was indeed diabetic. 
Without any fear, I saw my doctor. This was for something else, but I requested for a blood exam to clear my head. 
Considerably, the test came back negative. I am not a diabetic. In that respect and then, all the thoughts I had accumulated about diabetes as well as the bizarre daily fixation disappeared. Yeah, just like that. 
I thought it was finally over. Unfortunately, God was not done with me. Somewhere between January and February, a friend of mine and I played with our university course leader who was heavily pregnant and was due anytime. On the spur of the moment, she announced she was going to deliver any moment because she just found out that she had DIABETES!
What? Oh yes! 
Thus, the message wasn’t for me after all but for her! My fixation begun long time ago before she was informed! This implies that I was sent to her, but I missed the opportunity to deliver the message. 
Sad, right? The fact that many of us, like me, would scarcely have failed to comprehend God’s message. How many times have we prayed endlessly for God to employ us, but we are not receptive enough to tune in perfectly to get the picture. 
All along, I riveted on me. I mean, the me-me attitude caused me to bypass the true recipient. That day, I ended up telling her the true, and I found myself looking sheepishly as I apologised to her. Today, I wondered why I told her that I’m sorry. Perhaps to clear my conscience, or perhaps I was ashamed of my shortcomings. Probably, I would have changed something if I had informed her prior at that time. She did not take her pregnancy to term as the child came earlier than expected.  This was the consequence of my failure to connect with the Lord and His message. Above all, I am glad she and her baby are safe, and vocalize.  For certain, God forgave me for missing out. 
Why me? Why did God send this task through me? Do I worth it? Maybe. Will I realize such a mistake another time? Possibly. Subsequently all, I am human, and it assumes only the divine grace of God to really be accessible to His directives. 
I don’t think I am alone in this. How many of us lost the message when God speaks to us? Millions of Christians, I assume. We are excessively preoccupied with our personal details of life. The ‘I’ first attitude comes to abide in our ways, blocking the road to His charges. 
Are we listening when our Father speaks. Does He? Oh absolutely, He does! Why do we think the Holy Ghost is with us?  He is not simply with us to teach us about God but to deliver Jehovah’s messages to us. I don’t believe there is ever a loving father somewhere that would abandon his children? The fact that he is ‘loving’ is enough to portrait his kind personality and his fatherly support. 
The same goes for our relationship with God. He is in that respect, and He wants us not just to have the Lord-bless-me-give-me relationship with Him. He always wants more. He desires to use us as His instruments of peace, of healing, of being the carriers of goodwill and faith. 
Then when next God is talking to us, are we going to listen? Are we going to come ready to obey without first thinking about the self? 
Lord, aid us to be the bearers of your tidings now and forever more, in Jesus’ precious name we pray,




Published by Ehiyeh-sh’Ehiyeh

“Once I was young, and now I am old. Yet I have never seen the godly abandoned or their children begging for bread.” ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭37:25‬ ‭

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