No excuse

A little over a month ago, on my way to work, I searched for my earpiece and couldn’t find it. I was agitated because I was late and I needed it because it is part of my morning routine to listen to messages on my commute to work.

Running out of time and searching frantically for it, I had a nudge in my spirit that my sister might have taken it, every now and again she takes it while I’m asleep. In my agitation, I stormed into her room, knowing fully well she was still asleep and rummaged her tables looking for it.

When I didn’t see it, I woke her up, asking in a very unkind way where it was, I’m not sure why she thought it was a good time to crack jokes but she responded saying “look for it”. I was so mad. I literally raised my voice telling her how late I was. My sister lay there, telling me to “look for it”.

I actually searched and found it in a jacket pocket of hers and before I walked out, I told her not to ask for it again cause I wasn’t going to give her. I then stormed out the house.

The whole time, I could hear the Holy Spirit attempting to calm me down in my heart. He kept whispering calming scriptures and words but I chose my anger cause I felt I deserved to be angry.

The weirdest thing happened that day. I went out on an official assignment with my boss and the earpiece hung on my neck, and by the time we got back to the office, the earpiece had disappeared. I don’t use disappeared likely at all because there’s no explanation to how it went missing. It was actually gone. I spent the next hour tracing my steps through everywhere I had been to locate it, but it was all to no avail.

That was the end of that earpiece.

I found it so funny, but I knew that it was the access I had given the devil through my careless display of anger in the morning, so when I got home, I prayed and asked God for mercy and I told him I’ll never react or respond to anyone in possession of my property like that ever again.

It might seem so minute to some people but my relationship with God has morphed to a place where I am made aware of what caused something, it doesn’t happen every single time, but more often that not, the Holy Spirit will show me the open door I might have left through the little foxes like impatience and anger.

I spent the next 3 weeks repenting, not because it takes God that much time to forgive, but it takes us humans that much time to unlearn bad habits and learn the good things as the Holy Spirit helps us. I learnt more patience and tolerance in those weeks and I am convinced I could never react that way again no matter how late I might get.

So I prayed and told God that since I had learnt this lesson, he should help me find the earpiece. I didn’t tell anyone it had gone missing, not even my sister when she asked, (she actually came back to ask for it again, imagine) lol

On my birthday, I unwrapped one of my gifts to find the third generation airpods. I cried that night, not because of the gift itself, but because I saw Abba hearing and responding to the silent whispers of my heart. It wasn’t even my sister who gifted them to me.

I still see it most days and I feel my heart break out in worship because Abba actually always does exceedingly, abundantly, above all we could ask or think, according to His power that is at work in us.

His power at work in me was the new level of patience I had grown into through that seeming random occurrence.

I love how God relates with us across all levels, the big and the small. Indeed, He seeks all opportunities to work out the nature of His son in us, “…not wanting that anyone should perish, but that all should come to the knowledge of Jesus”, totally conformed to that image.

It’s a daily process, a daily journey, so don’t be hard on yourself because what I’ve seen is that God will bring incredible good out of any and every situation.

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