Not without a fight

Ever wanted to give up, give in, raise a white flag

Ever wanted to give it all up in a second for your heart is faint

No longer a brave spirit,

No longer a tough one

The battlefield is too hot for you

Your sword is too blunt

A prayer in the fire would suffice

But I am dry

I am tired

I am faint

But like Jacob

I am not letting go

This is my prayer in the battle

"Not without my blessing Lord!! I will fight on till You bless me Lord"

I am not giving up,

High and dry as I look

I am fighting on

Even when You touch the socket of my hip bone Lord

I will fight on,

Not until You bless me

Not until You rename me, give me a new identity

Not until You refill my cup Lord

Not until You restore what the locust has consumed

Not until I touch the hem of your garment Lord

Not until I see your face Father

Not without a fight,

For when it comes to things of the Lord

I forge on

For what else is life if not with and of God

For what do I benefit when I gain the whole world Lord??

Until I arrive at my Peniel

To meet my God

It will be not without a fight



*this is to all who are waiting on God, do not give up. Never even contemplate to do so. For with God, we have eternal life and peace which cannot be compared to what the World has to offer. Forge on until He blesses you, gives you a new name, until you meet our Lord face to face.

2011 ends...dare not  enter 2012 without having Jesus. Be Born again,not of flesh but by the Spirit. Believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord. This is what salvation is. You need Jesus...I need Him...I have HIM.

Do you know Jesus?? How else will you reach Peniel if you know not the Father??

~Inspired by Genesis 32:22-31~

You Can Fight On.

I look around me and I see dreams shattered, lives wasted.

Not because the people are less privileged, or less blessed or what not, 

But because somebody lost the spirit to fight on, hope vanished.

People have become content in their struggles, 

We worship our weaknesses in the name of 'don't judge me'.

We indulge in alcohol...ooh plenty of it.In fact, at this rate,more women are finding a hobby in drinking alcohol.

The same tongue that blesses...feels free to curse.

Our talk is vulgar, it is PG rated and yet we delight in it. It is the in-thing. 

We find no shame in chips funga, mpango wa kando and the likes. I mean, are we not young. Enjoying life carelessly.

Yet as old age beckons, we begin to see the brevity of life and crave for a different lifestyle....it's called maturity.

But the chains of our youth enslaves us, we have to fight the norm, resist the bottle, zip up your jeans, button your shirt young lady.

Let us pride in ourselves, and when we put our minds to it, we can let go of the bottle, sex and women.

For this too shall past.... It is not an easy road, but if you put your mind to it, focus on the prize then there will be a chance of becoming a better you.

BUT, YOU GOT TO FIGHT FLESHLY DESIRES. Nothing comes easy.....nothing.