When I began this journey, I had no idea I'd be shaped into a witness—literally. God wasn’t just teaching me; He was sculpting me, chiseling away at my old self like Michelangelo working on David. And let me tell you, it’s been an experience.
I started realizing that the Spirit of God—the same Spirit that spoke the world into existence—resides in me. Which means, what can't I do? I mean, seriously, if God could say "Let there be light!" and BAM, light appeared, then why am I out here speaking doubt, fear, and defeat over my life?
But here’s the kicker: I didn’t always understand this.
I used to be reckless with my words—flinging them around like a toddler with a spoonful of porridge. I would say things out of frustration, not realizing that I was literally shaping my reality with my own tongue. Then, during my wilderness season (yes, there was a wilderness season, and no, there were no camels or locusts involved atleast not physical appearing ones), I got bitter and resentful.
And let me be honest—there were certain scriptures I did not want to hear:
"Can't you see I am doing a new thing?" Excuse me, Lord? Where is this new thing, because all I see is suffering?
"Count it all joy when you go through affliction." Be for real. Who enjoys affliction?
And don’t even get me started on Job. That was too close to home. I thought God was personally calling me out, but in reality, He was refining me, teaching me that tests precede trials, and trials confirm maturity.
Then something happened—I started taking God at His word. And when I say "taking Him at His word," I mean literally. His word became my GPS. And just like Google Maps reroutes you when you take the wrong turn (because, let's be honest, some of us don't listen to instructions the first time), God’s word started directing my steps.
Then one day, I decided to put my faith to the test. I declared that something would happen in seven days. Guess what? It happened in four. FOUR DAYS. God literally said, "You thought I needed a week? Watch this!" I was in awe.
That’s when it hit me—there is power in my tongue.
So now, I guard my words like a security officer on high alert. I don’t just say things carelessly anymore because I now understand that words have weight. Words are not just sounds; they are seeds. And what you plant, you will surely harvest.
Unfortunately, we live in a world where people have weaponized words for their own selfish gain. Greed and power-hunger have hijacked our hearts, and now we’re seeing the consequences. Everywhere you look—chaos. People are selling themselves to their own desires, rather than surrendering to God’s will. And honestly? It’s exhausting.
Even David noticed this in Psalms. He looked around and said, "God, why do the wicked prosper while we who serve You struggle?" It’s a real thought, a raw human emotion. But then, David does what David always does—he remembers who God is. He realizes that while the world chases temporary riches and titles, those who serve the Lord are fighting a battle with eternal rewards.
Listen, I have tried both sides. I have fought in the world’s system—without God’s presence, without the guidance of the Holy Spirit. And let me tell you, it’s giving exhaustion. It’s giving confusion. It’s giving ghetto.
But when I fight from the Lord’s side? Oh, it’s different. There’s strategy, there’s peace, there’s divine intervention. And most importantly, there’s favor. The same favor that had Joseph running Egypt, the same favor that had Esther crowned queen, the same favor that turned David from a shepherd to a king.
So, I am here to tell you—mind your mouth. Guard your tongue. Speak life, not death. Align your words with God’s promises. And if you must speak, let it be filled with faith.
Because your words? They’re powerful. They create. And they can either build or destroy. Choose wisely.
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