Obey.

Obey

God Inspired Stories 2020/2021.

Original Writer:- Jesus Christ.

Under Writer:- Tameika George.

“So today we are going to speaking about the importance of keeping instructions. Yay!” ended Mr. Paul as many orbs watched on dryly at him.

“Hmm. I know why you all are not excited because you all don’t keep instructions. Like simply erasing the board after class. Placing the rubbish in the trashcans. Paying attention to when your teachers teach…major one alert!” as he pretended to cough, causing the multitude to finally laugh.

“Haha! You guys love when I do that eh? Well then you should also love when I give you my commandments to keep. If you love me you will keep my instructions but if you don’t you won’t and that will cause you some major consequences in this life.”

All remained silent excepting Peter that arose the first question.

“So if we don’t keep such basic instructions, we won’t know what to do?”

“That’s a very interesting question son. They are a guide for you to do that which is right so you won’t fall into the trash can.”

“Haha! Sir, that’s impossible! We won’t fall into the trashcan for not throwing the trash in it!” laughed Sarah.

“Why would you laugh at that Sarah? Of course you will. The instructions represents the Word of God and the trashcan represents sin. We ought to obey His words so that we can live rightly and avoid sin.”

Sarah stopped laughing immediately while nodding her head to the desk. “Wow! That I didn’t know Sir!” chimed Peter.

“Now that our ears have heard such truth we now know the importance of doing what is right so that we can stay out of the naughty book and stop hurting our teacher’s feelings and making him angry ever so often.” Sarah ended now moving to the front of the classroom.

“Mr. Paul we apologize for being so mean and disobedient to you. Please forgive us. We promise to be good followers of your instructions this term.” Giving him a hug.

“Pssh! Oh come on Sarah! That’s a half way promise. Sir not only for this term but for all the others as well. Okay class?” raising his right hand up as all shouted, “OKAY!”

The adult laughed incredulously as he rewarded them all with a hug and lollipops.

📖 THE END! 📖

Inspired By:-

John 14:15 If ye love me keep my commandments.

Proverbs 4:1-2, 4 & 20

1-2 Hear ye children, the instruction of a father, and attend to know understanding. For I give you good doctrine, forsake ye not my law.

4 He taught me also, and said unto me, Let thine heart retain my words; keep my commandments, and live.

20 My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings.

God led me to this scripture to read this morning and I was amazed how much He taught me about obeying His Word and how much He rewards us for simply walking in obedience to His laws and ways. He’s such a good, good Father and *TRULY* wants the best for us His children. God bless and thank you for reading! Blessings & grace.

*GIF found via google search. 

Tat That!

Inspired:- By God’s Word of Righteousness!

Original Writer/Author:- Christ Jesus.

© 2019/2020.

 

Twenty unread messages stuffed the inbox of Shelly’s DMs via Instagram as she rolled onto her belly; opening up the chat where each message was sent from…Leslie. The popular teenager of them all that received all the earthly pleasures she desired from her parents that didn’t care less about their daughter’s future that laid in the hands of the devil. They were all blinded by the god of this world. They were his servers without even knowing that they were serving at his table of death and hell. Shelly was on the right path. Narrow and straight that led to righteousness, peace & life everlasting in Jesus Christ…but the striker strikes at her with Leslie. After months of constant warnings and righteous rebuking from her parents concerning the unequally yoked friendship, she hearkens not unto the voice of Him through them. She began to stray. It was time for her to come back on the righteous road but a lesson must be learned …first.

Her eyes lit brightly after reading all twenty messages and replying to each one of them immediately within one minute or less.

Leslie: Greatness! We’re so on for tomorrow! Your parents won’t even miss you from the house ha! 😉

Shelly: Who said they won’t? they are like bodyguards all over this house you know! Its annoying. I wish I had your parents instead. ☹

Leslie: Ohhh poor baby girl! I’m so happy I don’t have mean parents like that! I’m my own boss. I run things in my house. Ain’t nobody around to guard or keep me inspected! J I love it that way! I’m free baby!

Shelly: Lucky you! I’m so happy to have you as my bestie! I get to be my own boss when I’m with you. I like that! Woohooo! 🙂

Leslie: Yaya! This the life girl! We leave after school okay. I made the appointment already for us! I’m excited! 😛

Shelly: Okay! Greatness! Appointment for what though? If you don’t mind me asking?

Leslie: :/..!!

Shelly: Not willing to share? That’s okay. I’ll see tomorrow myself! Sorry.

Leslie: Good girl Shelly Welly! See ya! Muah, muah ciao!  

Shelly: Muah, muah ciao! Byes. 🙂 

Leslie active 1min ago.

 

The day for Shelly’s lesson and turn around was here. Nervously racing out the back gate of the house, her father’s vehicle met up with her at the side pavement; her mother stepped out from the front as a disappointed expression covered her face, noticing the unacceptable attire that their wages never bought. “Where do you think you’re going looking like that?”

“To school, mama.”

“Mama? Have you lost your mind little girl?”

“Have you?” answering without care.

“How dare you speak to your mother that way? Get in this car right now young lady.”

“I’m not going nowhere with y’all this morning. Leslie is coming to pick me up in a few.”

“What?” her mother said in disbelief.

“How many times would you disobey the commands of your Father? Do you love him Shelly?” responded her father.

Her tongue became like a stone-built wall in her mouth as the convictions of the truth lashed against her heart leaving her speechless as a pink Benz 2020 Edition pulled up in front of the white wagon blasting Hip Hop music. The enemy had arrived.

“YOOOO! Shelly you ready to roll low?” screamed the teen from the driver’s seat; as the window automatically wined down halfway.

“Yaya! Let’s roll low!” ignoring the cries of her parents yet once again entering into the car of damnation as it sped off down the street. Mrs. Johnson dropped to the ground weeping countlessly as her spouse now out of the vehicle comforted her. “She’ll come back to the Lord. Let His will be done.” He ended calmly.

The Benz now approaching the school entrance speed pass it furiously heading down the highway intersection. Shelly quickly noticed and questioned, “Um… aren’t we having school today or sum?”

“Ya…but who cares! I’m rich! Blah! Blah! Blue! We’re going somewhere that’s wayyy more cool than school!” bursting the bubblegum with a false index nail.

“Where’s that?”

“Oh. Come. On!”

“What yo?”

“Make a guess, Sea Shell…”

“The beach? You gave the answer away in my name! Haha!”

“Yaya! Good girl! We gon have a rel good time!”

“Woohooo!” both chimed in unison.

Spending the entire school hours at the Le Fleurs Beach and Hotel Resort that was owned by Leslie’s parents eating, drinking, dancing and swimming in the rooftop pool it was on the other venue where lied the lesson.

The bell chimed as a tall, cappuccino skinned male with one side of his countenance buried in piercings opened the door.

“Take one step closer, girlfriend.” Pushing her into the entrance, removing the blindfold she screamed, “SURPRISE SHELLLL!” as brown orbs struggled to open from the long period of time they were shut under the covering. Now widely awaken, she glared at the dark inscriptions on the walls that were not at all lovely.

“What’s office-like about this place?” she said watching at the earring faced man who didn’t like smiling.

“Shell. What office you gon get at a tat shop? Gurlll this is where the appointment is at! You got so much to learn about this good life girl.”

“We’re gonna get actual body markings?”

“Yaya! Ain’t nun wrong with that right, Rebel?” high fiving the tall male who owned the business of darkness.

“At such a…a tender age?”

“What’s so tender about fifteen years huh? Its time you grow up and smell the richness.”

“I-,”

“Not another word now, darling! Chillax. Ah got you covered! Rebel is an expert. No need to fear!” grabbing her hand as both moved towards the wall that portrayed numerous images of body art to choose from. Shelly’s eyes to the doorways of her soul have never felt so doomed as she gazed at each tattoo marking. This was it. She was totally off to gates of hell now. But Mercy still waits for her hand. “Which one you gon get, Sea Shell?”

“Umm…Well…” as eyes paced side to side in delusion.

“TAT THAT!” said Leslie pointing down at a dying white rose. She smiled. “That’s nice. I’ll tat it! Haha!” high fiving Rebel as all three moved into the back room where the applying of them took place. Lying down with eyes closed a sorrowful feeling took hold of her heart. It was very deep and painful. As the needle went down into her flesh she heard a mighty voice said, “Why are you hurting me? Shelly, why are you hurting me?”

Feeling broken, worthless and lowly as tears danced down her left eye the teen responded, “Jesus? I-Is that you?”

“Yes. It is me that you are hurting. Remember My Father’s word. Your body is my temple. You are defiling it with the markings of Satan. Come out of this place and return to me. I love you. Shelly come out of her.”

Raising up she shouted, “STOP! I don’t want it again! I’m going home!” 

“Girl, its time you grow up! Stop being a cry baby and enjoy the pain, it ain’t that bad.” Scolded Leslie from the other end.

“Rebel! STOP RIGHT NOW IN JESUS’ NAME!” as the plug sparked shutting down the needle. “What. In. The. World…” the young woman gazed frantically at her. “I’m going home! This is not me. This is not who I am.”

“Oh, Sea Shell you losing it! Then who you are then if not Shelly Johnson?”

“I am a child of GOD! That’s who I am. Not who you say I am! I’m a royal princess! Not a Babylonian seed of darkness! Nuh uh! No more under your rulership of lies, deception, and falsehood! I shall hurt my Father no more! Goodbye sin! For good!” running out of the shop never returning again.

It was a long journey back home for Shelly as she prayed endlessly to God during the entire ride. She repented and mentioned her parents also. It was time for their relationship to be restored as a family again. Standing at the closed front door staring at her reflection disgracefully, she told herself, “I don’t think I can do this. I’ll spend the night by Auntie Zelma.” “Of course you can. You’re not alone. I’m here with you.” He replied.

“I’m so happy to hear your voice again, Daddy God. I missed it a lot when I wasn’t near you.” As her fingers moved towards the doorknob; it turned out as her mother stood glaring into the face of her lost daughter that was found. “Mom…I’m so sorry! I was a blinded fool. Leslie loves the way that leads to destruction. Please forgive me!” as both hugged each other tightly. Coming to the door was Mr. Johnson with a smile on his face. “So you learned your lesson child?”

“Ah sure did. Jesus visited me. The right way is the best way, Papa!”

“Glad to have you back home my child. Glad to have you back. We love you.”  

THE END!!

😃 THANK YOU FOR READING! GOD BLESS YOU! 😃

 Hi all! Tammy here. God inspired this piece through His Word while studying the Book of Leviticus chapter 19 concerning the laws He had given unto the children of Israel to keep. God is holy and He wants us to be holy as He is. Anything that we do sinfully against ourselves or to each other we are doing it against God. Because we all belong to Him. He is the Creator of us all. The verse from the chapter He had me focused on deeply was verse 28 where He commanded them not to cut themselves and not to mark themselves. The first thing that came to my mind was preferably tribal markings and piercings. I pondered on the scripture for a while. I always wanted to find out more about what does His Word says about taking tattoos or body piercings. Is it okay to do so or not?

Then the Holy Spirit taught me what this really meant that led me to write the story.

Our bodies are God’s temple. When we cut, pierce and mark any part of His temple (the body) we are doing that to Him for He dwells in us. It also links to paganism practices that they did back then by marking or cutting themselves to perform rituals unto their gods/idols. He lives in us and it is defiling Him. In God there is NO darkness at all {1 John 1:5} He’s the God of holiness and light. He loves righteousness and justice and wants us as His children to live righteous and holy lives before Him. He hates sin.

Backsliding/straying away from God’s side doesn’t do us any good. We need Him forever. He loves us so much. Let’s love Him back by doing and living by what is right. Let’s stop hurting our Father. So, next time when you’re thinking of getting that tattoo (s) ask yourself… Do I really love Jesus? {John 14:15}

Here’s a screenshot of the deeper study of this scripture from via *blueletterbible.com* I highly recommend this site for studying the Lord’s Word profoundly. 😃 Blessings & grace.

¶ GIFS via Google search/photo of animated cartoon girl via Pinterest board search.

¶ Bible Study note via enduringword.com/Book of Leviticus commentary.  

Heaven Songs!

SPIRITUAL SHORT, SHORTS.

INSPIRED BY GOD.

WRITTEN BY:- TAMEIKA GEORGE.

“Do you hear the sweet symphony recorded by her winds today?”

“HEAVEN REJOICES!” he smiled.

“His voice is mighty and is always heard in his creations band.”

“Whose voice you speak of?” with a raised eyebrow.

“The KING!” taking up the violin.

*strums each string gracefully as the winds whistled lowly*

Lifting his head towards the dancing clouds above as he sang, “Holy are you, LORD! You are my strength and my song! Faithful God. Mighty One. Lord, you are all I have. Awesome God. Prince of Peace. Lord you are my everything!” as the waves below trumpeted like twenty roaring lions in the wild, clapping against the shore. The birds raised the key higher in the skies as each tree waved, kneeled and worshipped before the Holy One riding on the wings of the wind. The Lord God Almighty.

“Behold, the Lamb of the living and righteous God!” Falling down on his knees as the other lifted shaking hands. 

Blesseth be the name of the LORD, The Most High! 😄

Proverbs 18:10 The name of the LORD is a strong tower, the righteous run to it and is safe.

All glory, honor, and praise to the King! Thank you Holy Spirit for your inspiration that you gave me for this story to glorify the Author of authors in Jesus name. Amen!

THE END.

© 2019

The Tempter’s Voice.

INSPIRED BY:- GOD.

ORIGINAL WRITER/AUTHOR:- CHRIST JESUS.

© 2019/2020.

Singer/worship leader featured:- Ty Bello.

Pianist:- George.

James 1:13-14 => Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man: 

But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed.

 

Nigeria, Lagos.

6:15PM, KINGDOM WORSHIP STUDIOS.

Eyes closed tightly as a full blanket of thick opened curls bounced up and down to smooth notes from the keyboard. Touching the head of the mic she began vivaciously, “LET MY MOUTH BE FILLED WITH PRAISE! LET MY MOUTH BE FILLED WITH PRAISE! AS I PRESS IN. AS I PRESS IN. OH! Let my mouth be filled with praise! Let my mouth be filled with praise as I press in. As I press in. Draw me closer, closer, closer, closer as I press in. As I press in.” as arms hovered to the ceiling.  

“When I come before you, Jehovah, nothing else matters but you. Nothing else matters but you!” as her index finger signaled across to the drummer. All in unison before the throne of the King, they sang sweetly in His holy presence.

“You know why am laffing?” ending strong with the accent as George behind the keys shook his head with a no-I-don’t-know why gesture.

“Becuz am seeing what He’s doing. He’s so grate!” as all three spent the remaining minutes praising the Almighty. In the end, all encircled as George led in prayer.

“Ah men! Thank You, Lord God.” Moving towards the organ where her handbag rested.

“Hey, Ty.”

“Yes, my brother.” Same time removing the mobile from the inner pocket as brown eyes scanned the message that read, “What about tonight? Yes or no?” Orbs remained frozen. Time had paused as the impulses of the flesh starting beating out of control.

“Ty…Ty…Ty!” Tapping her shoulder.

“AH!” eyes opened widely.

“You okay? Don’t let those distractions stray you away from His presence, ohh.” Sternly ended.

“What, nah?”

“We have practice tomorrow and for what time?”

“Come on now, George. You must know the time and how we do it every time. Stop harassing me, aye.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Haha. Do have a blessed night and get home safe in Jesus name.”

“You too my brother. Thank you so much. Bye!” taking the keys off the handle as Fred implied, “You want me to lock up tonight?”

“Nah, it’s okay. Thank you so much. Have a blessed night.”

“Okay. You too. It was such a great pleasure meeting and working with you for His glory.”

“Ah men. Bless him always. Take care now.” Standing outside the door as the lock turned. Walking down the lonesome hallway the praiseworthy notes that sang in her head was the message. “What about tonight…night? Yes…No…no?” Strumming violently in her mind as the Counsellor spoke, “No. Don’t go. It is not right. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.” Then the flesh opposed, “Nothing is wrong. It’s just a date right? A bar is not really a bad place, it’s not like I’m going to drink or anything like that.”

“Do not go. Stand strong in the Lord and in the power of his might.”

Slamming the door as the steering wheel became her headrest from this ongoing battle. Heavily sighing she took the phone out; as she was about to reply seven more rushed in like a flood instantly.

“Yes or No?”

“What’s up? You there?”

“How was practice?”

“You know that song you sang while on the interview via radio reallyyy ministered to my heart. I think that was my calling right there. You know what I mean?”

“You okay? Where you at?”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. But I’ll really like to meet you in person though. Ain’t nothing wrong with that right?” *wink eye emoji*

“Reach home safe dear…I guess its no.”

Immediately switching off the device she ran to the only source of safety and help. “Lord God please help me. I know it is not right and I don’t want to hurt Your heart. You too good, nah. Help me escape this pit of evil in Your Son’s mighty name. Ah men.” Driving off as his peace showered her mind, heart, and soul immensely.

 

NEXT DAY, SAME BATTLE.

“Your order, miss. One jollof rice with stew oxtail. And for you, sir, mashed yam with stew veggies.” The hospitable server ended.

“E dupe.” Ty ended with a face of filled regression as the fox that came to spoil the tender grape stirred his glass of wine. Deceitfully peering from the other end of the table he shot forth his fiery tongue saying, “You sure you really want to continue singing that genre of music? You’re really beautiful and all. With that powerhouse voice of yours and beauty, you’re gonna make tons of stacks with that.”

She continued chewing on the rice as the tempter’s words fell like a ton of bricks inside her mind. Sweat rapidly covered her forehead as the spirit and flesh fought against each other.

Flesh: “Yeah! Go do it! I already seeing myself on the red carpets and meeting those big celebs like Zendaya and the others! Woah! It looks so good already.”

Spirit: What would it profit a man if he gains the whole world but in the end lose his soul? It’s not worth it. What is seen is temporal. What is not seen is eternal.

The conviction pierced the inner parts of her soul as her hands tremble nervously. She stopped eating as her appetite died.

Wickedly laughing below his breathe he then said, “Yes or no darling? You’ll have all you want and so much more!” beginning to seductively rub her left wrist.

“NO! Am not going to be seeing you any longer, you serpent from hell! You think I’m going to go against my Jesus like that after all that He has done for me on Calvary? Who do you think you are, devil? I rebuke your lying tongue even now in Jesus name! You are crushed and defeated forever! I’ll never bow to you for nothing.” Picking up the handbag as she stormed out the restaurant. He was put to shame once again.

THE END.

GOD BLESS YOU AND THANKS FOR READING. ❤

Yoruba words/ meaning. 

Nah- Now. 

E dupe- Thank you.

Oo- (I have no idea! They have the tendency of using it at the end of an expression of shock, gladness, etc.) I love hearing them say it! I laugh all the time 😀

Aye- (pronounced like the letter A)- *Google translation* It means a small world. I do believe it’s used as an African slang. *My Nigerian brothers/sisters help me out if I’m wrong with these translations okay 🙂 thank you ❤ ! * 

 

Hurt Her No More.

Writer/Author:- Christ Jesus.

Inspired by:- God.

© 2019/2020.

This has to stop now. The same ring tone that kept buzzing in her mind over and over again after each blow. It’s been seventeen years and two months of non-stop abuse from her spouse who happens to be the youth Pastor everyone was looking up to for guidance, wisdom, and counsel. They loved him. But the mask that was on behind the closed doors of his home was evil. It didn’t reflect the character of his Creator. Christ. It was time for his secret sin to be uncovered. But she allowed the spirit of fear that her Father hadn’t given her to supersede. She continued to conceal it with a smile and pride. But for how long?

Washing off the bloodstained kerchief that stuck to her swollen eye as she wept immensely in front the mirror, questioning herself she said, “What have you done to deserve this? This isn’t love. It’s all just a show! Where has my real husband gone? Where is he? Oh God! Help me! I can’t do this anymore! I can’t live a lie before you ANY LONGER! I hate deceiving myself for too long now! Please give us another chance to get it right! Please give me back my husband Lord! Please! I’m tiredddd!” as she screamed from the top of her lungs slouching down at the side of the face basin holding unto her stomach. After an hour full of travail, she rested as her Father spoke to her. “I can change your husband’s heart. Don’t doubt what I can do. I love you just like that. You’ve suffered enough. He’s mine. Rest in me. I will deliver him.” She woke up from the sleep her tears wheeled her into.

“I will wait until his change comes. I believe you, Lord. I believe…”  rising off the floor comforted.  

**

MONDAY NIGHT @ 7:30PM, JUST BEFORE YOUTH’S MINISTRY.

“Wait on the Lord, be of good courage and he shall strengthen thy heart, wait I say on the Lord. Psalm twenty-seven verseeee… fourteen?” Hazel orbs blinked uncertainly.

“Yes, hun. You got it right! That was good. Keep it up. And remove all doubt from your heart okay.” Giving her a kiss on the forehead as she blushed. The door of the office opened harshly with a deafening slam as the beast entered.

“Mia…where are my files for tonight’s meeting?” pausing in front of the desk.

“Daddy!”

“Not now Sophia. Please sit back down.”

“Why you so grumpy tonight? That’s not you, Dad.” She stared up at him in grave suspicion as she obeyed his command.

“Mia…the files. Now!”

“They were right here on the desk today. I didn’t move them at all. I’m not seeing them anywhere. This has never occurred before.” As she searched for the papers frantically.

“Woman, are you tryna take me for a fool or something?”

“N-no. I’m not. I-,”

“Unless you hid them yourself! Why you so delinquent?” moving behind the desk; fist folded as he was about to fire the first punch, the image of his daughter appeared on the head of his wife as she cried.  “Hurt her no more!” As his eyes softened and his arms became awfully weak as they both fell down at his side; dropping to the ground he began weeping loudly.

Mia stood trembling in total shock as she watched her spouse repented of his sin before the Lord.

“Oh God! You are great! Thank you, Jesus!” as Sophia run across to comfort her mother.

God revealed to him in that moment who he was also hitting beside his wife: His daughter as well. The Lord’s heritage. His Father’s child that was loaned to him. When we hurt one another we hurt God. Because we are all His children. We all belong to Him. The spouse saw the reflection of his sin against God and on finally recognizing it, he repented from his wickedness and was delivered. His home, marriage and most importantly, his relationship with Jesus Christ was restored.

Let us not hurt each other. Let us not hurt God. But love him forever in Jesus name. Amen. Blessings, peace & grace.

I Can!

Inspired by:- God.

Original Writer/Author:- Jesus Christ.

© 2019/2020.

“You look great this morning dear! Where ya off to?” The old lady with the rosy cheeks as tulips questioned.
“Oh, thanks so much, Mrs. Taylor. I’m off to an audition.”
“Ouuu…you mean the big fancy one at the theatre?” Turning off the garden hose.
“Yup, but don’t mention it to Ma & Pa okay. I ain’t tell them a word.” Shamefully nodding as Mrs. T gave her the look.
She answered, “I ain’t committing no crime. It’s just this once.”
“You know that’s being dishonest, child. You ought to be true to your parents and yourself.”
“Hmph! Ah gotta go now, Mrs. Taylor. Do pray for me! Bye-bye! Give Susie girl ma love!” hurriedly walking down the trail as the old woman watched on shaking her head pitifully.
“Cover her Heavenly Lord…”
The red seats glowed under the mirror of lights that surrounded the large stage area. Many young adults were pooled there. Kelsie looked on dumbfounded from the backstage entry. It was always her dream to get here but it wasn’t what the Father had in storage for her. He had so much more to offer than just singing for a dark industry that doesn’t care about talent or your soul. Her pupils dazzled in amazement at star-shaped mics as she whispered, “Wow!” colliding into the set director.
“Oh, my bad. Sorry, much sir.”
“Focus young woman before you hurt something in here you can’t pay back for.”
“Well I’m sure you’re not referring to yourself?” she replied when he had already taken his exit.
Finally finding a seat she sat down between two teens with her auditioning number in hand. “Okay, Kel you got this. It’s just you and God. I got this. I can do this. Its gonna be all good.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” Said one of the teenagers on her right hand. Confusion took captive of her face; turning.
“Excuse me?”
“You shouldn’t be here.” As he continued to stare stage side without looking into her direction.
“Welp… I’m here already and I might as well stay all day like an owl in a tree until ma time comes to sing. I’ve reach too far to go back now, darling.” Returning her eyes to the judges, disobeying the voice of her Father God.
All the performances were excellent and sadly, was judged unfairly. The judges weren’t playing games. Not in this industry. It’s either you’re in or out. That’s it. This truth many of those that were present were blinded to including Kelsie, who knew better. You can’t serve two masters at the same time. It’s either Jesus Christ or Satan. But here she was.
“Number 17 please.”
“Ouu! That’s me! That’s me!” running out from the backstage and onto the large circumference of the shining stage as her eyes beamed excitedly.
“What’s your name darling?” asked Simon.
“Kelsie Harry, right here from Tennessee, Texas!”
“How long you’ve been singing?” asked Jennifer Lopez.
“I’m… sorry! Ma gosh! Ah can’t believe it’s you, J. Lo! Erm… about 13 years now. Currently, I sing with my church choir.”
“Haha! Oh okay. What you gon sing for us?” blinking once as the bubble popped from the gum.
“Hello by Adele.”
“Okay, do your thing hun.” Relaxing back.
After just two minutes into the first verse, she was stopped by Simon as he said, “What was that? You call that singing?”
“But-”
“We’re not gonna accept that.” Removing his glasses.
“But I can sing another song right? I’ll try harder this time around.”
“No, you can’t.”
Her heart felt like a stone had just crushed it into pieces. Deep down inside she felt convicted. The words of the teen echoed in her eardrums. Yup, I really shouldn’t be here Lord. You know what’s best for me. And this ain’t.
“Um hello! You need to remove yourself now. Its bye- bye time.” Simon rudely dismissed her.
“Who are you to say I can’t?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Do you know who I belong to? Jesus Christ! My Savior, your Savior who died so you can be set free from sin, hell, and death!”
“Is she losing it or what?” turning to J. Lo for confirmation as the Jenny From the Block singer nods her head.
“No, I’m not. I’m sure you’re aware of this truth that can set you all free. I CAN do all things through Christ who strengthens me in Jesus name! I really feel sorry for you all. I’ll sing for the King of kings. Do have a blessed day.” Making her way off the stage as all remained silent. 

1 DAY LATER:

“Darling, you’re all over the news and newspapers! This ain’t no secret again now. Your parents will find out for sure when they return from that missions trip now.” Mrs. T remarks, sipping from a rose shaped coffee cup.
“Don’t worry, I’ve told them before this got out. I’m glad it did, though. A lesson to myself and others in the body of Christ and most importantly, I preached to the lost. Glory be to God! Ain’t he something else?” she smiled.
“He sure is! I’m happy it happened that way. Seeds were planted. I’m proud of ya! God bless you always my dear!” as both shared a bear hug of love. 😄

THE END.
GOD BLESS YOU AND THANKS FOR READING.

Scripture Verse:- Philippians 4:13. 😄

Heart Offering.

Blessed and wonderful evening to all my brothers & sisters! 🙂 I’m here to present to you another new God Inspired category for this year where God moved in a mighty way through these Short Stories.

Quick Testimony:- Before I never used my Short Stories to glorify Jesus. It was sinful and I found it enjoyable, good, the right thing I thought I was writing but nooooooo… The Holy Spirit dealt with me about that and the conviction from him was very strong that one night I cleaned out the entire flash drive and deleted all the photos that I had downloaded to go with each story. I repented. This was God spiritually cleaning out my writing and now it is used ONLY to please Him and for his Holy name to be glorified. ❤ He’s so good. 

May this first piece be a blessing to all in Jesus name. Let the Master speak to you through each word. 🙂

GodInspiredArt Presents: 

SPIRITUAL SHORT, SHORTS.

INSPIRED BY GOD.

© 2019/2020.

ORIGINAL WRITER/AUTHOR: – CHRIST JESUS.

The angelic strings of the golden guitar chimed melancholy as his wrinkled face slowly moved to its tune side to side from the hospital bed. At age 90 this wasn’t the place he was looking forward to being, but he didn’t allow his present situation to stop him from giving his Savior the glory and praise He deserves. His talent wasn’t dying as he joined in with his granddaughter as both sung,

“I bring my offering, to the King. I bring my offering to the King. I bring my offering to the King. I bring my offering to the King. My heart is all that I have, all that I have to bring. My heart is all that I have, all that I have to bring.”

These lines were repeatedly sung a number of times. Raising his right hand that regains strength through the praise and power of the Holy Spirit that was present; to the ceiling, as he cried, “Holy are You, Lord God Almighty! There is none like You. None can save, heal, deliver like You, my God forever and ever! You are worthy, Oh Lamb of Israel! I love You, Lord! Hallelujah!” The strings were the only voice that remained singing as the young woman closed her eyes and swayed in the presence of the Holy Lamb. Suddenly there came an innocent groan not too far away from the musical instrument that came along with a smirk and an awful look of confusion.

“How can you do that? It’s impossible.” He ended as his mother played the last note.

“You mean to play the guitar?” she sarcastically retorted. 

“No Mom… I mean offering your heart that beats inside of you to the Lord. It’s impossible. If you do that you will die right? I mean you can’t take out your heart and give it as an offering. That’s what we got money for. To give instead of our living hearts that supplies us with life every day.” Sea green orbs blinked twice.

“Who said it’s impossible?”

“I guess any seven-year-old male?” as questioning palms raised.

“Haha. Oh, son, you have it all wrong. You can offer your entire heart to God without dying. It’s more like, say, surrendering your life to the source of life. God is the Father of life. In Him we breathe, we move and have our being. As you said that our heart supplies us with life right?”

“Right.”

“Well, He breathes into us every day His breath of life that allows us to live. He is the source of our heart. The source of our life. If we don’t offer our life back unto the Life Giver, we won’t live or even have life. We’ll be dead for there’s no life without Him. Just like a body without a beating heart.”

“Hmmm… so it’s like an exchange for a gift then? The gift of life?”

“Yep. For the free gift of salvation that we receive through His son Christ Jesus by faith.”

“Okay. I understand that. So the King you guys sang about in the song is Jesus which is God’s Son and the offering is our heart?”

“Yes, sonny boy…*coughs*” replied the old man. He continued, “You see the meaning of the song is simple. Daily we must bring our hearts to the Lord of our life, yearning to become more like Him. When we lay our heart at His feet, be it in prayer or worship we reverence his supremacy and holiness that it’s only Him alone that can change our heart and wash it clean with His holy blood that was shed for us on the cross. All He wants is our heart.”

“Wow! God is so merciful. I really thought He would have wanted more than that though.”

Everyone chortled at the innocent remark.

“So there you have it son. The meaning of offering your heart to the Lord Jesus.” Lifting him up so he now rested at his grandpa’s side.

Deeply staring into the corresponding color orbs of his grandfather he said, “Pa. Is Jesus going to heal you?”

“Yes, He will and even if He doesn’t right away it doesn’t change His love towards me that is everlasting. I’m to be blamed for this sonny boy. I should have taken better care of myself you see.”

“And if you die…” there was silence in the room for a while, when the old man happily answered, “I’ll have life everlasting on the other side boy! In heaven with the King of my heart! Isn’t that great news to be rejoicing about?”

“Well, I guess so. That sure is confusing. How can the dead live after?”

“When you receive Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior.”

“You mean when I give my heart offering to the King?” staring across at his mother.

“Oh yeah! That’s it, Charlie. You got the message clear as the blue skies above!” moving over to the other side of the bed as the mobile hovered over their faces.

“What’s those things, Leslie?” the old man wondered with a raised eyebrow.

“Pa, don’t make this memory an embarrassing one. It’s a smartphone and a selfie stick that you simply take photos with.” As the palm of shame covered his countenance.

“Okay. At least I’m somewhat updated with these robots of the latter days.” Ruffling his red hair as the young lad shook his head.

“Ok, you two…Ready? Let’s count down Pa’s style.” 

“Five loaves, four gates, three days, two angels and one Son! JESUSSSS!”

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