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The 8 WORDS


We run from, and we deny, what we do not understand

It’s a sunny afternoon, and I just finished my classes for the day. I walked past The House of Bread, heading towards Mimosa Mall for some window shopping before returning to the commune, a habit of mine when I have fewer classes. I had a peculiar encounter. I remember this moment as if it were just yesterday when heavy words dropped into my spirit, as though I was denying a truth that has long been a part of me before I could even learn it. These words felt both like mine and estranged from me. I felt immediate conviction as I heard my mind say, “I will never be a servant of God!”


First of all, I never thought of serving God in any way before this encounter. That was a duty for the preacher, the worshiper, and anyone on stage. Big shoes are meant for people with big personalities, or so I believed. As for me, I am a behind-the-curtains girl; I hate the spotlight, and I enjoy being bored and alone. Anything in this category? Sign me up.


These eight words tormented me for a while, making it impossible for me to simply move past them. I ran away from them, denying myself the opportunity to inquire about the heavy feeling in my chest, the conviction and the time to understand what service even meant in the first place. Now that I look back, it was an awakening taking place. With time and mentorship, I learned that service to God is not just for outgoing individuals; it is everyone’s calling and purpose. One size fits all, really!


As I made time to understand service

Service, in my own words, is sharing a part of yourself with others and allowing them to share a part of themselves with you. On a book tittle A return to love Marianne Williamson wrote, ‘Our purpose is to love and be loved, to forgive and be forgiven’ and I couldn’t agree any less.


I am here now

Recently, I was struggling, and something happened that made me feel seen and important. I received a call from church checking on how I was doing, which ended with a prayer. I can never emphasise the importance of kindness enough. I love having my community; family, friends, and church members praying for me. I usually see people beyond the surface, and I appreciate it when I am seen, too.


Service is what we do daily; being intentional in our encounters with others is service. To be kind, to care, to support, to look after, to give, and to be present all of this is service to God. Anything done in love is service. God’s heart is with his people.


What you give is also available for you 

I love love; I love with all my being when I am in a relationship. I do not half-love; I love fully. How I’ve always know there’s love for me out there is by looking at how I love and care for people, the passion in my heart when I do things. This has been a reminder that the love I desire does exist. The things I give are readily available for me out there. 


Our responsibility is to love. Our responsibility that is; to BE. 


I love you! 🧡




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