I woke up suddenly sometime and tried to fall back asleep when I remembered something I read online that said ‘ what if when you wake up randomly at night, it’s God that wants to have a conversation?’ So I semi-sat up and said “okay let’s talk.” Well I began because I already had a lot I wanted to say and a lot on my mind. Then from no where a story my mum would tell us when we were younger just flooded my mind and just made me burst out in laughter.
If you are Ghanaian I know you’ve heard this story before too. The story of the colonizers leaving a gun ‘in charge’ of the slaves since they didn’t know what it was and were afraid of what a gun without a human could do. When they wanted to go use the bathroom they’d ask permission from the gun. You should hear a Fante say that story… it is HILARIOUS! You know how Fantes are comedians lol as the memory flooded my mind, I imagined a room full of slaves, staying in one corner of the room, terrified of an inanimate object that had no power on its own unless in a hands of a person. I burst out in laughter again. Don’t get me wrong it’s really sad and somewhat makes me angry to think about but you really should hear a Fante tell it, it’s hard not to laugh.
I wondered why the Holy Spirit brought up this story because that was a really random memory. However the Holy Spirit never brings a memory or a thought that serves no purpose. I was having such a good time, laughing my head off at the memory. Then Señor No chill felt it was time to end the fun for me and said ‘ you behave like those slaves most of the time, fear is sitting on that chair in a corner and preventing you from living your life’. Yes you guessed right, the laugh vanished and the smile faded and my eyes were just opened wide! oh SEÑOR NO CHILL!!! EIIIII Like???!!!? Hmmmm But He was right… well of course He was! Most of us, me especially behave like slaves most of the time. I need to make a move and I’m scared of what would happen if I tried. Sometimes I have to ask permission from fear to make a move, plead even but when we become children of God we are freed. We are no longer slaves to fear.
This year, anytime I’m afraid to go after some thing, I remember that story and it makes me see fear as it is, a defeated thing that has no power over me being a child of God. I empower it when I believe it can do what it clearly can’t. Now, every time I think of being afraid to do some thing, I see myself in the corner of that small slave dungeon, holding my pee in, sweating and crying because a ‘gun’ is at one corner of the room and can hurt me and I imagine the freedom that existed outside that room. Imagine with all the knowledge we are gaining in scripture, we still allow fear to bully us as the gun in the cell did to our forefathers. You see how ridiculous it seems, standing outside of that situation, let’s give fear that same energy.
Child of God, you are no longer a slave to fear!
Sweethearts, fear is only as powerful as we make it so anytime we are afraid to do something God has given us the ‘go ahead’ to do, just remember this story and realize how ridiculous it is to be frozen and held back by something that has no power; something that holds not the ability to keep us back unless we let it. Child of God, we’ve been presented with too much truth in scripture to sit and watch that happen. Remember always that the chains are broken and our fears are drowned. Until tomorrow, stay blessed!