What Should It Cost?

I adore the simplicity and honesty of the above picture. Some may find it funny, others may lash out and call the guy cheap; the girl stupid and others may even begin to appraise their value making it very clear that no man or beast dare ever approach them with such cheap atrocities. 

But me, I like to think of my self as a simple girl, the rain makes me happy, going for a walk, fresh air. These things excite me.  

Now let's put this into perspective. How many of you get mad at God because you couldn't get the car you wanted, that guy you had your eye on for the past year hasn't even said hello to you much less asked you out or anything, the job you really, really wanted that is so perfect and convenient for you didn't come through so now all you have left is life, some clean air to breathe, good health and a God who loves you. 

Oh how your life must suck!  

This life that we have and live so freely isn't just a sad, horrible life. It's free to us but it cost Jesus His life. We live and complain so freely forgetting to remember that Jesus said He came so we can have life and it more abundantly (John 10:10) 

God isn't here to fulfill all your desires. Think about it, if your parents gave you EVERYTHING you asked for, you be a spoiled, impudent child with no real appreciation for how hard your parents had to work to achieve everything they have. 

God is here, lavishing us with grace, graceful enough to be our guide, to hold our hand and help us along, to fulfill HIS plan in our life. The purpose He created us for because He didn't make us then think what He should do with us; we're a forethought. 

God ain't our sugar daddy, He's not here to attend to your needs as and when we want them. He ain't here to stroke our egos or spoon feed us. 

He gave His life. It may not have been a gift wrapped with elegance, born to die; not in a palace amongst kings, He wasn't waited on by maids and butler but in my lowly theory He was born just like us, divinity in human form; He became me and you to redeem me and you.  

His humble beginnings, lowly sufferings and martyrdom shows us that we may not always have, might never even have the 28 carat diamond ring but as long as we have Him, we will be okay.  

It shows us that the "things" aren't important, it shows that the house, car, husband, the wife, the children, the ministry, these "things" cannot fulfill us like our Saviour can.  

So it shouldn't cost more than what has already been paid. Jesus laid down His life and if all He gives you is a bunch of bananas; rejoice, celebrate and be glad that you have His presence. No matter where you go, what you do, think or say, He will always be with you and that should be enough!  

 .....and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Amen. Matthew 28:20

I Receive Your Love

I Receive Your Love

“I receive Your love, I receive Your love for me, I receive Your love, I know I am accepted” – Israel Houghton 

I got to thinking about giving, I love giving, I have a real obsession and passion for giving. I will give the clothes off my back, literally if someone asks, or even if they don’t ask; I give, its who I am. I live to give, I love to give. 

But I once received a gift and I didn’t know how to act. I didn’t know where to look or what to think, how to feel or what to say. I have given so much of me, my time and gifts that I didn’t even know how to receive this gift, it was foreign to me. Do I return it? Do I lie and say I’ve already got one exactly like it? Ask for the receipt so I can return or exchange it? I had no clue, I took it home and literally didn’t touch it, look at it or use it. I wasn’t gifted in the area of receiving.

Which lead me to that song “I receive Your love”
Can I sing the lyrics of that songs honestly? I mean I can’t even receive a gift from a man that I can see; how do I receive a gift, the most perfect, flawless gift from a Man I can’t see?

I struggled.

How exactly was I supposed to accept a love that died for me? And every second I spend not accepting what was done on Calvary is another second I keep my Saviour nailed there, bleeding, paying a price over and over again because I could receive His love that would take Him down.

I find it hard to receive love, I found it hard to believe that God could love me. (My definition of love is when a person knows everything that you are, what you did and who you are and still accepts you and still accepts you; that is love) I found it hard to accept that God would know my past, my thoughts, feelings, ideas and desires and still, STILL accepts me and all my flaws, I found it hard to believe much less accept. 

On top of that, there was man’s idea and my perception of love. It was warped because the people who said they loved me didn’t mean unconditionally, they meant they loved me when it was convenient for them to “love” me. 

I found it hard to take my Lord off the cross, I found it hard to receive His love but I got there in the end.

I got to a place where I found out that His love has no strings attached, no demands and most of all, there was nothing i could ‘do’ for Him to love me. That was the hardest part of accepting God’s love is knowing that there’s nothing you can do or did in the past to make Him love you; He just does. 

God loves you, before you were created, before you were thought of by your parents; God loves you. It may be hard to receive His love but it’s there, it’s not going away and there’s nothing you can do to make Him stop loving you.
God, who is love, loves you! 

Receive it! Give it! 

Love hard. Receive freely!

They Have Eyes But Don't See

Haters, fakers and fornicators

Liars, thieves and murderers 

Yes Lord You died for them all, 

And Titus called it, 

He said: "they profess to know Him in word but deny Him deed and action" 

They look pretty Jesus when they dress up for You, 

Words sweet capturing the ear, 

Like a soft summer breeze, 

You can't help but notice 

You see,

And Lord YOU see, 

How? Why? I wanna know why? 

Where? 

Is the amazing saving grace they speak of? 

The convicting presence of Your precious Holy Spirit?

Why isn't it doing to them what it does to me? 

Why can't they see? 

How much they not only hurt themselves; 

But how they hurt You? 

Lord I know You bleed, 

I'll lie and say I feel Your pain but we both know that's not true,

You hurt much more than I do, 

Cuz You shed blood I couldn't, 

You sent Divinity, I couldn't do that Lord, 

But Lord, my heart does bleed, 

Sometimes I can't speak, 

But You know Lord cuz You see, 

The blood You still have to shed from Calvary,

Lord help THEM to see?

Call Me

Call Me 

I can see the pain behind your eyes, 

Even I, 

Yes I sometimes cry, 

I see the tears behind your smile, 

I know the pain that goes into pulling your muscles back from a frown, 

I put your tears into a bottle, 

Yes, 

I number them all, 

I know where you hurt the most, 

Please don't blame me for your hurt, 

Instead look to Me, 

I, 

The only one who can heal you, 

Yes he broke your heart,

But that wasn't Me, 

The was a representation of Me, 

And he wasn't the best one to portray Me, 

Love, 

For I am Love, 

In fact, 

I Am, 

And I will be, 

Everything you need Me to be, 

Everything you think you didn't need, 

Everything you will ever need, 

I will be, 

No, 

I already Am, 

Can I trust you to trust Me? 

Can I trust you to hand it over to Me? 

My child, 

Will you stop crying yourself blind? 

When you do that you can't see Me, 

Please, 

Put down the drink, 

It won't cure your hurt, 

I am here, 

Hang up the phone and get down on your knees, 

Don't call him, 

He can't save you, 

Only I can, 

Call Me!!! 

Jeremiah 33:3,

I will show you, 

Lead you out of darkness, 

Into My beautiful light, 

Get up, 

Out of distress, 

That's not My plan for your life, 

All your shortcomings and failures I knew before I ordained you into being, 

There's nothing too great for Me to forgive, 

Drag yourself to Me if you have to, 

Let My presence overwhelm you, 

Remember there is nothing I can't do, 

But just like a telephone line, 

You have to dial and call 

To be connected, 

To My throne, 

I'm waiting, 

On the other end to deal with your query or request, 

Will you call? 

What Can I Say?

I got a thing to say

If I were a singer I'd say: 

I couldn't find the words to say so I'll just put it in the form of a song 

You'd have to see the words in a dancer's eyes to try and understand why, 

Why what I got to say can't just be said but has to be, 

Written into code into an ordinary phone, 

Letters dictating where my thumbs might go, 

Next,

To tell you, 

That I got something to say, 

See my thing is I gotta get these thoughts out, 

So instead of talking to myself, 

I'll type to myself, 

Hey yo Kristal, 

Did you know that The Lord is good and His mercy is making you look crazy? 

Did you know that the King, 

Started from the top but left it to die, 

For YOU? 

Hey Kristal, 

Did you know that your body is a temple of the precious, beloved and sweet Holy Spirit? 

Did you know that you're loved unconditionally, 

Beyond belief and all humanistic ideals? 

Did you know that it's not always gonna be easy, 

But I'll tell you this for free: 

When you see people worship the God that you stand for and believe in, 

It will take you to a deeper place in Him, 

Where you can, 

Stand, 

In love, awe and adoration, 

With a King, 

Who stooped down low, 

To write these words on my heart, 

So I could share with you, 

Yes YOU! 

I may not know your name but you know this poem is for you, 

You know God has been tugging, playing chords on your heart strings, 

Bidding almost begging you to come to Him, 

All you got to do is let Him in, 

Lift up your heads o ye gates, and be lifted up forever more so that the King of glory may come in, 

And sit on the throne of your heart,

To lead and guide you forever 

More. 

Amen! 

My Salvation

It was always my mother's salvation, never mine, it was always what mummy wanted to do. Mummy said when we read the bible, mummy said when we prayed, mummy said we should join the choir, mummy said. I got baptized under mummy's watchful eye because I believed that's what she would like. Mummy was mostly responsible for how I felt about God, I think this actually helped me because at one point in time I got sick of HER God and ultimately rebelled not wanting to take part in her worship. I'd hate for this to sound like this was a bad thing my mother was doing to me so I quote Proverbs 22 v 6 Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it, so even though I departed from it the roots were so deeply placed that I returned to it. Anyway I rebelled, as soon as I stopped living under her roof, I stopped going to church and was living loose, broke out like a rash and partied like a rock star. I did it till I got bored of it but did it anyway. Every night still I would pray, asking my mother's God to forgive me because still at this point I didn't know God for myself. I would knowingly commit a sin, going into it thinking 'when I get up, God will forgive me so I'll do it anyway, it doesn't matter'. Till I got fed up with living that way, taking advantage of God's mercy and forgiveness (by he way He was still my mother's God at this point) and I thought mommy's God is kinda alright still, I'm gonna try Him for myself and that I did. I made myself go to church every Sunday and read my bible every night because a small part of me actually liked that when Mummy made us do it. So I sought Him and found Him experienced The Holy Spirit and I'm overcome with remorse every time I crucify His Son, again, with my sins, I'm not perfect but perfection is what I strive for. I remember someone saying to me that I can't change I was too stuck in my old ways to change and the words that came out my mouth were "well my friend you don't know the power of the Lord" I didn't need more confirmation that I was on my way to a new life.

 

I remember the first time I came to this church I was overwhelmed by the amount of young people here. I've never seen anything like it, it's not just the young people, it's how Godly they are like they eat breathe and live for Christ and that's something I aspire to. someone asked why people choose the church they go to its an unexplainable thing I can only say it's my God's doing because since my first visit last easter to this day a lot has changed . My God has placed the right people in my way for me to fulfill His purpose in me. It's not just about the atmosphere, it's about the people my God wants me to meet, it's about meeting those people at the right time, its about the acceptance of anybody, no matter what state you're in, it's about the 'don't wait till yu fix up, come as you are'. No one could ask for anymore God in flesh, that's Him right there. There's a lot more to change in my life, I don't think God is finished with me just yet, I doubt He's scratched the surface and this is what excites me the most knowing all He has done for me already from getting accepted at a university without meeting the minimum entry requirements to sending to a place, removing me from all my distractions so I can have a personal, intimate relationship with me and MY God. And the Sign Team, the thing that has blessed me most about this ministry is the songs they sign to that minister to ME personally how i have to go away and download the songs and play them on repeat 'I Won't Go Back' is my favourite one and when someone asked why I won't go back, I just had to say, there's nothing to go back to!

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. 2 Corinthians 5:17

May 4, 2012

I asked what blog I would rather have; Blogger or Tumblr
He said: "neither"
"Why?" I asked
He responded: "Because you have nothing to blog about"
I said: "okay"
Couple days later I launched and published my first blog, 'My Wedding' ---> http://reelrhymes.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/my-wedding.html on the 4th of May 2012. It was written ages before that, ages before I knew the Holy Spirit was an amazing writer, ages before I knew who and how amazing the Holy Spirit is. The fact was, I always wrote, ages before I knew it was a gift He gave me because I couldn't speak, even now still I can't speak properly, but I'll tell anyone for free that I write, or He writes through me better than I can speak. From an early age, it was pointed out that I reach for pen and paper when I'm upset; I like to reflect in awe of how the Holy Spirit was then training me.

The moral of the story is two things:

1. If you're wondering what your gifting is, just tap into the Holy Spirit and He WILL show you. It's God's desire that you know so you can bring glory to Him..
2. NEVER let "people" put a damper on what you KNOW is on your heart to do. ALWAYS listen to what the Holy Spirit is saying and how do you know it's the Holy Spirit? He'll never leave you alone till you do it and when you do you'll have such great peace about it. That's Him! Amazing!

Since he told me I don't need a blog, the Holy Spirit has answered with 69 published blog posts and 1364 page views, not I but Him, all Him and all glory to Him!!

Here it is, a year later and I know the Holy Spirit has many more years of writing in me.

I must say a big THANK YOU to everyone who's read anything on here... I know the Holy Spirit has blessed you somehow!!