17 IBIAM STREET, UYO,
AKWA IBOM STATE.
NIGERIA.
16TH NOVEMBER, 2024.
Dear God,
A LETTER OF GRATITUDE.
I feel good writing this letter to you, I sat and pondered on all your actions of love towards me and I decided, to count them as much as I can tell.
In your creative mind, you formed me in your image, and placed me over all other creatures. You asked me to take dominion over the earth that belongs to me over all other creatures. You asked me to take dominion over the earth that belongs to you. You instructed me to declare anything and assured me of its existence.
You made provision of the best version of my present and future needs, no bad thing inclusive. Nevertheless, you kept frivolities far from me, you made the right choice even when I was desperate and crying for the choice I thought was right.
You thought about me every single second, and encrypted my name on your palm.
You told me a “mother may forget her child but you will never forget me”. That statement got me thinking real good; how will a mother who carries a child in the womb for nine (9) months, breastfeed a child for a year and many more child raising process, forget the child? Scientifically, it is synonymous to moving a rock.
I have actually seen mothers, who gave birth to abnormal children. It will surprise you to know that these mothers actually love and pamper these abnormal children more.
How much more God???
I, mehmah being in my sinful nature began to misbehave; I began to forget all you did, what you do, and all you promised to do. I failed to acknowledge your being.
But you oh God, full of mercy and compassion, never gave up on me. You went ahead to sacrifice your only begotten son, so that you could bridge the gap between us.
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You took my accusations and pledged guilty on my crime, just when judgment was to be pronounced, you showed up.
Despite all your positive efforts to rescue me from the snare of the devil, I made myself a magnet to the enticement of the devil. I began to drown dipper in sin and immorality.
Mercy and love was persistent in saying NO to judgment on my behalf. The blood of Jesus had always found a way out, whenever judgment kept knocking at my door.
Guess what? In your fullness of time, you handcuffed with me with conviction, sentenced me to a selfless life; a life full of the Holy Spirit.
Now, I live a life that is not mine, he thinks for me, he plans for me and he executes it all. I am now marked with a blood that surpasses all.
