Monthly Archives: August 2019

WHERE DO YOU PUT YOUR TRUST?:- Sketches of faith.

(Neither let Hezekiah make you trust in the Lord , saying, The Lord will surely deliver us, and this city shall not be delivered into the hand of the king of Assyria. Hearken not to Hezekiah: for thus saith the king of Assyria, Make an agreement with me by a present, and come out to me, and then eat ye every man of his own vine, and every one of his fig tree, and drink ye every one the waters of his cistern: Until I come and take you away to a land like your own land, a land of corn and wine, a land of bread and vineyards, a land of oil olive and of honey, that ye may live, and not die: and hearken not unto Hezekiah, when he persuadeth you, saying, The Lord will deliver us. Where are the gods of Hamath, and of Arpad? where are the gods of Sepharvaim, Hena, and Ivah? have they delivered Samaria out of mine hand?
2 Kings 18:30‭-‬32‭, ‬34 KJV)

BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL SCRIPTURE.I AM AMAZED AS TO WHAT EXTENT MEN CAN BEAT THEIR CHESTS AND ELEVATE THEMSELVES ABOVE GOD.

THIS DID NOT ONLY HAPPEN IN THE PAST BUT IS PRESENT EVEN TO DATE.MEN WHO WILL ASK YOU IF YOUR GOD CAN SAVE YOU FROM THEIR WRATH?IF THAT GOD OF YOUR’S WAS THERE WHEN THEY WAS “STRUGGLING TO MAKE IT”,OTHERS WILL ASK YOU WHERE IS THAT GOD OF YOUR’S AND THAT YOU CAN’T TELL THEM ABOUT GOD AT ALL!

SOUNDS FAMILIAR?

YOU CAN ALWAYS CATCH THEM IN THEIR WORDS AND LET GO OF ALL FEAR.

IN THIS PASSAGE I GOT ONE PHRASE THAT AMAZED ME,THEY PROMISE THE HEAVENS AND EARTH BUT CANNOT DELIVER EVEN A PARTICLE OF THEIR OWN HAIR.

THE PHRASE I GOT THAT FASCINATED ME WAS THIS,”Until I come and “”””take you away to a land like your own land””:”, a land of corn and wine, a land of bread and vineyards….”

GOT THAT?IN THEIR CHEST BEATING THEY HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER BUT WHAT YOU ALREADY HAVE AND WHAT THEY THEMSELVES DON’T OWN!

AND AT THIS POINT AM LEFT IN AWE SINCE MY FAITH IN THE ONE TRUE GOD IS REAFFIRMED.THAT I NEED NOT FEAR NOR PUT MY TRUST IN MAN SINCE MY GOD WHO IS IN HEAVEN CAN SUPPLY ALL MY NEEDS ACCORDING TO HIS RICHES IN GLORY.THAT HE ALONE IS GOD AND WORTHY OF ALL MY PRAISE AND WORSHIP.

I AM IMPRESSED THAT THE TRIBE OF JUDAH KNEW THIS AND RESPONDED NOT BUT RELIED ON GOD;THUS THEY STOOD THEIR GROUND AND WENT BACK TO CRY TO GOD AS WE SHALL SEE NEXT….

A MOST AMAZING THUR THE 29TH DATE OF AUGUST.

PePa.

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THE FORMATION OF A MASTERPIECE:Sketches of God’s patience.

The growth and process of a sketch is the most exciting more than the end product..

I always wanted to sketch but everytime I picked up a pencil and started the flip on paper,I always stopped immediately I began.That kind of patience always evaded me,and so does it most persons

But then I got to a point where boredome took the best of me and in its place I needed something authentic,something that could take my utmost dedication,something whose result didn’t matter the response or comment of another but instead filled my soul with joy;joy derived from the time and energy I invested in it,joy quiped from every graphite darkness iched upon the bright paper,seeing it grow from naught into a masterpiece.

So is life… Just as the the artist controls and manipulates his pencil,paper and rubber to perfect his work,so does God work on us the same way.He does not get bored or grow impatient,He instead takes His time however long others may seem it is.He makes sure every piece and portion of our entirety is pleasant to His heart.So at the end of His work He makes sure He has made a reflection of His beauty,that every bit of us is filled with His joy and is overflowing with His peace.

He brings out a masterpiece from all the broken pieces.Piecing them together into His ultimate perfection.

#PePa#SketchesOflIfe#Realtimesketches#pencilsketches#sketchpad#sketchwork#Sunrisesunsets#

PePa

FINDING ME: The sketches of self.

Now am here,now am not

Just like blood,formed into a clot

I try to find the essence,and beauty when it’s hot

But then all fades off,the air brings it to naught

I look deep within myself,to find the broken pieces

Broken pieces?All waved off from life’s creases

Creases borne into my being,from my little uncertain pieces

Pieces I sketched off from my insecurities;

insecurities rooted from my past

A past I have no life in yet look at me now.

Am trying to move but don’t know how

I don’t know how,I wish I knew how

I wish I could sketch better,I wish I could pen faster

Faster than my pains piece up,faster than my worries wave up

Wishes,wishes;I can’t live in them

In them is no growth;my growth lies within my sketches

As I saunter back to reality;I find truth in me

I find strength in weakness;in grace borne far above me

From Him who holds my reigns;He has no name but knows all names

So in my weakness;I will call Him my strength.

He is the strength of me;He is the Lord in me

He is the Lord in us;He is who He is.

God above all:

PePa.

A BATTLE OF THE TITANS:Sketches of God’s might.

Up above the electric lines and posts alike,higher above the swaying yet imposing fur trees,entwined among cones of pine and a little throw of cypress.Over and beyond the riding skyscrapers,a loom ensues…

The blue sky gives way to a building grey.It is 10.28 in the after rise and the sun seems by now overwhelmed by the darkening clouds.Giving up its unyielding glow and hence letting the forces of nature and unrivalled gravity take its pull.

A hue builds above as condensation reigns supreme,a battle of the heavens that so draws in my senses…In most cases and humans body and soul grow lethargic in withdrawal as still there comes no force stronger than nature.One that only the maker of heaven and earth can ever control.

We hence resign ourselves far from the meteorologists and satellite connotations into a retreat of wits.No need for a pair of binoculars or a theatrical screen for the display is right before my eyes,need I say in public display for the whole world to see?

No hidden secrets or untold tales behind whispers,no,it is all played out in plain sight above the heavens.

The sun’s heat previously soaked into the welcoming earth now flirts with caresses upon the strands of hair parading my bare arms and calves.A revisit of play between the sun’s heat and biting cold wind’s innuendos.

I watch and wait,no qualms in me as I have no control over this.Some call it resignation whilst in my mind I respectfully resent desperation…so being a spectator quite fits the pockets of my pinstripe suit without fringe to the stitches.

The heavy grey upon the heavens doesn’t seem to relent.A sure sign that the windward side of the mountains paid a good price to the lake basins for a total cumulus cloud formation.A sure strike to the face of the lee ward stray of coldness!

The theatre is set and the curtains drawn,I guess the Chief Adjudicator to this play-out of the heavens must be God Himself.

It is a sure battle of the titans,the titans of the heavens above and earth below.The wind blows and powerlines snap,a power post cracks in a strike of lighting.On I look in awe as men take to their heels.Women guard up their swaying dresses and run for safety.

A squirrel and its partner run into a nearby bush-hole,taking a last glance at the roaring skies.The weaver birds in the hanging nests squeeze in for refuge.Quite a spectacle to behold.

Thunder roars in the west as if to warn the east of its onset of mighty drama…and then quite unexpectedly,an east wind blows over the clouds and they give way to the blue of the sky,the sun’s once hidden rays find path through and a new brightness is yet borne.

I can’t quite tell who won the battle but in my deepest senses I feel there was a power brokerage and God spoke calm above the storm.

Welcome to God’s grace…The battle is set to calm and He wins the day.

PePa.

WHAT TO ASK;Sketches of prayer

Here I am again God,falling on my knees today

 

Here I am again God,coming to praise and pray

 

Though many times before I came to ask and say

 

About all my pains and sorrows of everyday.

 

I find my heart soaked in your love as I delve deep into you

 

I find my soul with a peace treading beyond all the world could accrue

 

See you said that everything comes from you and belongs to you

 

I remember you promised never to leave nor forsake me

 

That in the palms of your hands have you engraved the name of me

 

 

My lips begin to ask and pray for this and that

 

Then I remember that you got my back in fact

 

Oh it now makes sense that my thoughts you know from a far off

 

In retract hence I search my heart to find so many needs and desires

 

Almost forgetting that you have already quenched the fires

 

That though I tread through them consume me they can not

 

And though they be huge waves or deep treacherous waters I still need fear naught

 

For thou oh God are my help in all

 

See you supply all my needs

 

All according to the riches and glory that in thee breeds.

 

 

So from query and requests I drift hence

 

Replacing the wants with more of praise

 

Remembering the grace and sufficiency of your presence

 

In me as you live and reveal the fulness of your essence.

 

 

Where the heart may fail may your praises abide,

 

where voice may cease let my spirit dwell in you

 

In all I do may you work in me

 

That in all things your name may be glorified.

 

 

PePa

 

 

 

 

LOVE:sketches of nostalgia.

Far away,in another place,I’d give my soul,just to see her face.If I had known it meant my suitcase,of everything,of everything that she just couldn’t say,how’d she know,I needed that today? Wherever you are is where I want to be,look around and tell me what you see,everything,everything but me……. (DAUGHTRY:everything but me)

I must admit singing along to these lyrics by daughtry is quite a jig that gets my saw on the move.My tongue syncs in unison as every word relayed plays quite tastefully to my mood.It all swings me in till I hit the note of selling or is it giving my soul?I bypass that portion a bit giddily and then another note hits the roof of my syncing tongue kicking in nostalgia.

I love the effect and emotions this song brings to my lost self and then in a snap of a finger tosses me over the loop.Before I realise it am on a wave of thoughts.Most times I breath in hard and want it to all disappear into nowhere.At other moments I wish I was an onlooker into an amazing fiction story but hey,am one in union with the story.A producer would make me the cast,or main cast that is.

This series however has never been one I love to be a part of as these emotions quite get the best of me however much I fight them.I can actually visualise the producer at this point of hesitation from my end urge me on.I love that I can write about these emotions and watch them dissipate from my heart through my aching fingers and onto your dimmed screen.So in writing I can actually fit into my producer’s script and relay these emotions quite well.

I sit here as my fingers type on undeterred in an aim to bring out the best of what am feeling but instead memory takes its tide upon my itchy nape.A second playlist turns in and a question pops in in quite sorrowful but reassuring lyrics.

Shadows fill an empty heart as love is fading,

From all the things that we are,but are not saying,

Can we see beyond the scars,and make it to the dawn,

Change the colours of the sky,And open upto

The ways you made me feel alive,The ways I loved you

For all the things that never died,To make it through the night

Love will find you;-(DAUGHTRY:what about now?)

For a moment I am tempted to believe these words and that there could be even an iota of hope in that sea of lost chances.That for a split second everything could be the way it once blossomed.That maybe,just maybe they could feel the same about me as they did before.

I want to switch off this playlist at this moment as my friend Helsinki would say they are making her sad but then a grip on the lyrics holds me on.You know that cool and drip that always kept you holding onto them.That smile as these lines suggest that you have missed for quite sometime,been almost ages since you actually saw the same kind of smile.Oh and not to forget that infectious laughter that only they could manage,the kind that doesn’t get into your ears but literally rips right through your spine draining chills down your back,beautiful calming chills of satisfaction.

You don’t want to miss their imperfect teeth,crooked at some point that all looks and has always been quite admirable and a mark of true beauty to you.My nerves almost reek apart as am totally drowned into this moment right here.Still I am sure all this could be a wave of emotions trying to cut through me but the human in me actually wants to swim right through it.If you a lover of rock music or have listened to rock before you sure know what am talking about.To jog your memory on how beautiful pain can be listen to this lyrics here.

Pain,without love,pain,can’t get enough,pain,I like it rough cuz I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all

You’re sick,of feeling numb,you’re not the only one

I’ll take you by the hand,and I’ll show you a world that you can understand

This world is filled with hurt,when happiness doesn’t work

Trust me and take my hand,when the lights go out you will understand

(THREE DAYS GRACE:Pain)

Interestingly,the song is sang by a band called Three days Grace.Quite ironical for the hope of grace of pain without love.But what do I expect when the grace only lasts for three days?After all,only God’ grace is sufficient and with it comes no pain.The rest of the lyrics quite work well for someone devoid of feelings and overwhelmed by numbness.A path I would pray you never find yourself on even if you was my worst enemy.

This reminds me of the moments of depression I have had in the past and the struggles I had to pull out thither.This reminds me that it was never wrong for me to have loved at all and that beauty plus to this was that I loved truly and hence have no regrets whatsoever for not getting the same measure.

I hence stop faulting myself as I was the best lover I could ever give.I just might have given it to the wrong person at the right time or the right person at the wrong time.Means not even them were wrong as life sure hands us different circumstances and chances that most times we do overlook or bypass.We hence have no one to blame for our failures whatsoever.

I find myself smiling as this next hit shares beautiful words of encouragement from Three doors down….

Hold me when am here,right me when am wrong

hold me when am scared,and love me when am gone

Everything I am and everything in me,wants to be the one

you wanted me to be,I’ll never let you down

Even if I could,I’d give up everything,if only for your good

So hold me when am here…(THREE DOORS DOWN:Hold me when am here)

I smile and laugh inside as I know you can’t love someone when they are gone and can only do it when they are present.Deep down I now know I can’t cry over spilt milk and must look ahead.

I don’t know about lost chances as I have never subscribed to that school of thought.The melancholic hits don’t seem to give up but I realise that deep within am peaceful.I know that no love is not lost as long as you loved right and truthfully.Right here,the grip of pain and depression gives up its grip on me as yet this last lyrics sweep over me with warmth.I find my lips synching along again to……

Am singing,Amen I,Amen I,Am alive,am alive

If everyone cared,and nobody cried

If everyone loved,and nobody lied

If everyone shared,and swallowed their pride

Then we’d see the day,that nobody died.

(NICKELBACK:if everyone cared)

The pain and sorrows within my nostalgic heart subside as I know I loved and still love,only I gotta let go of those who can’t give back the love I give and learn to love them from afar.Love is still love whether near or far,right?

PePa.

FEELINGS:The sketches of self

Feelings feelings

All so gone without any kneading

Always about me and how am feeling

Everyone if not all look at it like a killing

Always so right in mine own mind without an ending

The world matters not if towards me it ain’t attending.

So am lost in me and the world without

It all fades off without a shout

The buzzing cars and noise eases off like an indian flute

Blown by the valley and hence all sound spout

Out into the nethers of the clustered clout

Help me find me if am hence to sprout….

PePa.

Someone,anyone or everyone,please continue this with PePa.

THOUGHTS INTO THE MORNING:Sketches of God’s grace.

For you to enjoy this read,please check out THOUGHTS THROUGH THE NIGHT:SKETCHES OF PAIN here

Do you really lack?I mean,are you as badly off as your mind dares to convince you to believe?

Well,here comes an almost sleepless morning,that moment just before dawn,almost nearing the call of your alarm for you to get up and start the day.As the cars hoot outside in readiness for the early shoppers to get to the market for supplies for the day.

At this moment when the bed grows colder and the bedding warms up,your wink of sleep disappears and in flood thoughts unsummoned .

In most cases it is an hour or half into time and your sweet last lap of sleep fades into the nether.In their place floods in a tirade of unwelcome thoughts.Most times if not all,we are the ones who welcome them with fear as the usher,or should I call it the key usher of our sorrows?

These normally are fears from the failures of yesterday.This grow into fears of what today may bring and hence fears of how ugly tomorrow might turn out to be.

So thoughts into the morning get clouded by fears from past mistakes,all thoughts culminated into pitfalls that are otherwise past and done with.In this thirty minutes or hour drawing into dawn,we are hence drawn into a sea of worries and shivers of regrets.

Worries and regrets of the wrong choices we made in the near or far past.In our worries this seem like could hence mar the success in today’s expectations thus blocking tomorrow’s realisation.

It is quite interesting how deep this sea grows the more we feed it with thoughts of how little we have been able to achieve despite the efforts and calculations we have thus made.

More salt to the wound is how many storms we feed into this once upon a time calm sea.It hence grows into a wave of worry.This in turn builds up into strong waves of how many obstacles lay in our path today.We raise these obstacles high above ourselves blocking every path we could pass through into success of our endeavours.Not to forget of how all these piled together leads to our eminent failure tomorrow.

The waves in this imaginary sea by now rides quite high as fear now rules within it.The rising waves once crisp and blue now block the light from above hence grey takes form and out of the once beautiful blue sea forms a dark storm of fear.This as it is becomes a total hindrance to growth.

Sleep by now is totally retracted and in its place restlessness and a thousand if not million deductions ensue.

All these get jumbled up as heartbeat rises since the storm seems to rise by the second.No solution is thus attainable in this sea of fear as fear erases all memories of past success,deeming them as luck instead of God’s victory in our lives.

In this short span of an hour,fear has thus managed to rid our minds of God’s providence and glory to this very moment that we are so lost in thought.Fear shows us how inadequate we are rather than how adequate God has sustained us.Taking us through all the crevices life squeezed our way.Fear eludes our mind of all the successes we had prior had and how much we have achieved not by our mere strength but by God’s might and grace.

Fear tells us how much our minds aren’t up to the task to think things through,masking the fact that our success is not based on how smart we are but by how much grace God has bestowed upon us.

At this very point that my focus is drawn from my fears and worries,I almost can touch the height of the rising wave in the storm of my deepening sorrows and worries.

Suddenly,when I see how sufficient my God has been and still is,I see the dark grey storm turn into amazing glowing light and splashes of His mercy.

The alarm then goes off and I realise how blessed I am to have this new day.I see now that I live in the present,a present as it is and that yesterday and all in it is gone.A sure sign of God’s sustenance.Tomorrow on the other hand remains a promise I have to trust God for.

Today however is a gift I have to give God the glory for.Thoughts through the morning hence storm down with an assurance of God’s sufficient grace and renewed mercies.

Live through the day and give God the glory.

PePa.