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Spilled Water

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2 Samuel 14:14
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.

This post has been long coming. I initially read the verse above in NLT before reading in the KJV. Nevertheless, the Holy Spirit has a story for you. I pray this message touches the very soul it was meant for, because God wants you to know His arms are wide open.

She was affectionately called Sweetie, not because she was sweet literally, but because she possessed such beauty which could blow your mind away. Just a few really knew her name in full and she preferred to keep it as such.

At this moment, Sweetie sat in the last row, in a far away corner at a crusade ground. Her heart throbbed,she felt the need to let everything go and ran to the altar. She trembled both within and out. She knew she desperately needed that man they continually seemed to preach about everywhere. She tried standing on her feet by slowly rising from her seat but quickly slumped back into the white plastic chair.

She couldn’t bring herself to do this, she thought to herself. Just a few days ago, she had been curious about the reaction of her friends if she decided to give her life to Christ for good. Kuukua, her closest friend, laughed so hard she had had  tears in her eyes- for a moment Sweetie thought she had actually cracked a joke but realized that wasn’t the case. Kuukua had just been amused by her. Finally, when fully satisfied by her laughter, Kuukua gave her an answer with a sneer,
‘What is it you have to offer to Jesus. Haven’t you given everything up already? My sister, Jesus wants clean Holy folks, like those high and mighty Christian ladies who wobble their heads on their necks everytime they head to church for a service or Christian programme.’ She jokingly gave her head a wobble to add emphasis to what she had said.

Placing her blush brush down on her dressing mirror, which she stood by, she bent over to face her mirror,shut her left eye to apply mascara and said,
‘Sweetie, you and I are spilt water, we can’t be collected back into a jar.’
Sweetie had been cut so deep by what Kuukua said. She didn’t realize it had affected her so much till she slumped back into the chair.
‘What did she have to offer Jesus? Did Jesus want a partial sex addict, an occasional wee smoker and a liar?’ She asked herself. She buried her head in her hands and tried in vain to keep the tears from flowing.

The preacher kept repeating the invitation to accept Christ, as if he knew Sweetie was being held back. Then He read a verse, that made her raise her head,

All of us must die eventually. Our lives are like water spilled out on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. But God does not just sweep life away; instead, he devises ways to bring us back when we have been separated from him.
2 Samuel 14:14 (NLT)

She wished he would repeat that scripture. It gave her such comfort. And he did. With every line he repeated, Sweetie found the strength to get out of her chair and take a step towards the altar. She found strength to ignore all the stares and sneers. She got before the altar and lay prostrate and wept.

She knew she had nothing to offer but she needed Him.

I read 2 Samuel 14:14 two days ago and while praying I felt this was the story of someone in particular. Maybe unlike Sweetie, you could never brace yourself to walk up to the altar when your Lover called out to you through a preacher. Jesus awaits your acceptance.

This is dedicated specially to you.

God bless you
I love you

Please share.

P.Sherrie©

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