We are escaped
I
’m writing again.
It’s been months, and to be honest, I don’t know what to sound like. I’ll just start with how grateful I am to see this wonderful year—and the end of it.
I’ve bid goodbye to many, in death and in distance of space, and… I guess just life being life.
I look at church and marvel at how so much has happened. Many left, many came—each of these individuals leaving an imprint on my life: their smiles, dashing outfits, and even the shared unity we had in fellowship with God.
I’m a pastor’s daughter, so church is a big part of my life.
Then there was school.
University has been…
I have no words.
It has been a compendium of diverse experiences, mostly centered on growth and dependence on God.
With all that happened, as much as I couldn’t achieve all I desired to achieve this year, I can boldly say that, yeah, the Jemimah Ovosi who marked the first of January 2025 isn’t the same one writing this piece now.
I’m more comfortable in myself—great feedback with my hair growth journey, finished a book, understand a thing or two about worth, increased capacity in prayer, and also the consciousness that I have a God who never forsakes me is just a potent cradle of conviction.
He called me Hephzibah. I can’t be forsaken, guys. I can’t be stranded!
It’s this revelation that awakens a stirring in my spirit.
Omo…
I'm in the process of Breaking boundaries: the boundaries of my mind, my belief system, and even my goals.
I was listening to Pastor Lawrence Oyor’s messages. He spoke regarding meditation and many things we hold onto as Christians… many beliefs.
I didn’t realize how ensnared I was by my thoughts until he called them out, and I just burst into tears in the place of prayer.
Being renewed through the knowledge of His Word… a very profound passage of scripture.
The mind has to be renewed for certain streams to break forth in a person. But we often conform to a certain mentality that feels like home, that feels comfortable, that feels familiar.
I’m sick of conforming—sick of yielding to what has been ingrained in me by means of others imposing a certain ideology on me because of what they passed through.
Sometimes our parents do this to us—not intentionally, though, just because they care. They’ve been there, made the same mistakes, and they correct and restrain from a place of good intentions, unknowingly breaking the wings of the one called to soar.
But wings do heal.
For you have escaped… we have escaped.
By the light of His Word, we have escaped.
By the renewing of our mind, we have escaped.
By yielding to Him—we have escaped.
Psalm 124:7 (KJV)
“Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.”
And never again will I let the devil keep talking while I remain silent. The Word of God will always have the final say in my life.
There are many things I know He’s still in the process of putting to death in my life. He told me in a way that kind of scared me.
Do I anticipate this?
Not really.
Do I trust Him?
Completely.
Am I ready?
Will I ever be?
Lord, this letter is more to You than to whoever cares to read this. Kill it off, Lord—the attachment to my phone, the desire for things other than what You desire, the part of me that wants to dabble in darkness.
Funny how I thought I was dead to some things. Like Apostle Iren said, sometimes you have to get the dead chicken from running around the kitchen and remind yourself that it no longer has life or control.
Ciao, brethren🌱…