RSVP "répondez, s'il vous plaît"

I sat in the Doctors office
listening to him explain medical jargon
He looked at me and said "I am afraid
its not good news
from my knowledge and experience
I know the outcome isn't good"...

As I made the 2 hour long journey back home
my mind raced,thoughts piled in
there and then I asked myself
WHO AM I GOING TO BE IN ALL OF THIS
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO.

I had to make a decision and I had to act on it
I got home and first thing I did was get on you tube
you tube??? lol stay with me
I searched for Nigerian praise(WAZOBIA Gospel praise)
and that was it..
THE BATTLE LINE WAS DRAWN
I had to respond to the enemy and let
him know my stand
As I lifted my hands in praise and danced
through the tears that streamed down my eyes
I knew heavens host were being assembled
I wasn't going to loose
like psalm 149:6 (Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a two edged sword in their hand)

And as I responded to the doctors report
with crazy praise and worship
I knew I had already won even before the
battle began...
I did not know what lied ahead
or how the days ahead of me were going to pan out
but what I did at that moment was important
The situation had spoken...and I responded in praise and worship
The situation listed all the odds and facts against me..But as I praised and worshiped
I told my situation who I was and who I served. A LIVING GOD

Did I cry...yes I did
Did I panic..yes I did
but I was going to have the final say
not my situation,not the doctors,not nobody..

It is time to respond to that challenge,negative report,

difficult situation..whatever it is you are going through..

You have an option to praise or stay silent

to fear or have faith

to believe the ordinary or believe the supernatural

Choose....

Don't keep quite

Talk back to the enemy

Respond.

Comments

Ayo Rotimi said…

Thatz right... Praises opens doors unfathomable.

8 April 2013 at 19:03

Obi Adebayo said…

True. We get what we say. A man shall be satisfied with good by the fruit of his mouth. Prov 12:14.

8 April 2013 at 21:16

Stella Agwor said…

Praises bring the heavens down...
We praise even ahead of our victory..

12 April 2013 at 20:54

Banks said…

I really feel this. I need to share this with my wife. Thanks again.

13 May 2013 at 10:41

Unknown said…

I am encouraged. Thank you ma!

4 August 2013 at 08:25

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