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‘Life through the spirit’


It was a difficult Sunday.One of those days when things looked all uphill.The heat of the day was only beaten by the deep discouragement I felt within.I decided not to go to the church and wallowed in my room hiding behind a veil of confusion,fatigue,heart-ache and just sleeplessness.Normally when I miss the church I get an up-date from someone ,but none of my friends were around so there was no way I could get one.

The pastor had a discomfort in the chest after church so I struggled to the casualty and examined him.Prescribed some medicine and then returned to my room when suddenly a storm broke out.I got up to my window to look out at the fury of the storm.

Even as I looked out I cried out to the Lord, “Lord,I am feeling discouraged ,tired,it hurts and my faith is wavering,please give me a sign that you are with me.Will you break this tree in front of my house as a sign just to encourage me?”

Next moment there was a crackling sound and the biggest branch,the size of a full tree in itself  was sliced completely off the tree and lay across the road,immovable and huge.Even as I found myself weeping through the rain ,I knew there had been a spiritual breakthrough.I thanked the Lord for his Grace.When the storm was over four young guys came to haul the log and could not move it an inch.Ultimately,they had to cut it into pieces with a hack before they could move it to the side to clear the road. I watched it all with a joy in my heart.
In the evening I received this Christian newsletter in the email.

What struck me was the message caption-“God wants to tell you…”

So I immediately opened my mail and this is what it read-

“I am for you,I love you,I believe in you.I will not fail you.I will provide for you.I will bless you.I will give you rest.I will strengthen you.I will answer you.”

The next morning all the patients I had been struggling with, the entire week, and had been part of the reason for my discouragement were all healed….my papers had moved from the GMC……and the spirit had moved to change hearts….suddenly all of it did not matter….my heart sang,it was and has always been, between my God and me!.

Later,I came to know that the preaching that Sunday was on Roman’s 8, ‘Life through the spirit’.

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