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The Wounded Soldier

IMG_2738Grace got unequally yoked with an unbeliever, got into an ungodly relationship that left her broken in the long run. Michael was betrayed by a friend, almost a brother, whom he trusted so much. Jasmine lost her parents in a gory accident, they were staunch Christians, and she wondered why God didn’t save them and left them to die the way they did. All these people were Christians but they got wounded.

As Christians, we encounter different levels of heart wrenching experiences that cause us so much pain then get in between our walk with God. Some of these are avoidable while others are inevitable, like death. For the latter ones, we know that our warfare is not against flesh and blood but against spiritual forces. Therefore it gives us very little ability to know when they will come in order to prepare to face them. How about those we can avoid from happening to us, like Grace’s.

Right from the onset, something about the self-styled perfect relationship didn’t look good. It was bound to fail especially for Grace whose Christian faith opposed the principles upon which the relationship started. Not that she was oblivious to the fact, she allowed her emotions to take control of her. What more? She got desperate and lost faith in God’s ability to lead her to someone in His own timing.

Slowly, she drifted. She prayed less, stopped reading and meditating on the word and stopped engaging actively in the things of God like she used to. Then the worse happened. The guy left and sister was devastated. Whose fault?

Maybe like Grace, your wounds look a lot like rejection, fear, frustration, shame, insecurity or isolation. Or perhaps the scars on your heart show up in the form of bitterness, anxiety, addiction, oppression, or depression.

Sin presents itself in different levels and when we give it the power, it comes between our relationship with God and as real as it may sound, when sin gets in our way with God, we lose confidence in going back to dwell in His presence. The scars of the wounds remind us where we were and the pains feel fresh.
We don’t have to live our lives licking our wounds when God’s Word is full of power-packed passages that offer the cure for whatever is ailing us. Here are a few guides to recovery.

1. Recognize Your Wound: Healing starts when we realize that we are weak and need help. The first step to getting freed from infirmity is accepting that there’s pain lingering on in our hearts and we need to get rid of it.

2. Retreat For Treatment: It’s good to withdraw sometimes from the world, get locked in your closet, dwell in His presence and glean of Him. The quietness that comes with staying alone away from the world and social media refreshes your spirit and energizes you. It gives you the opportunity to work out your salvation and deepens your relationship with God. When you retreat, you come to a place of pleasing an audience of one without being tempted to pretend like you got it all together.

3. Repent And Return: My pastor always says that “There can be no forgiveness without true repentance”. True repentance goes beyond feeling sorry but realising that sin is evil and detesting the thought of it. If we desist from evil because of its ability to ruin us, it’s not enough. Rather, when we hate it because God hates it too. From this point, we can experience God’s forgiveness. After repentance, return to the former works and please God like never before. Support others and show compassion to other wounded soldiers, give them hope and show them the way.

4. Rest On His Promises: Trusting God’s word doesn’t always seem easy as it sounds especially when you can’t see beyond the circumstance. Sometimes it’s hard to let go of our wounds and wind up wearing them as badges of honour. God is unchangeable and so are His promises. “They are ye and Amen”. So whether we choose to admit it or not, His promises will still be and He will remain faithful. When the times comes, he does as He says He will.

Good news is, we don’t have to live the rest of our lives wounded. God waits for us with open arms and He is our endless comforter. That part of scripture that says “He heals the broken-hearted, and binds up their wounds” gives me so much warmth.

I don’t know what wounds you wear, it may be smelly and look so bad beyond repair but Let Jesus in, He’s the balm of Gilead and he says “There is more in the balm to heal than there is in guilt to wound; for there is more in grace to save than there is in sin to destroy.” Jer 8;22 Let this be your inspiration!

Signed: The Khayil Woman
Jackie Hanson

Ps: This message is inspired by a message preached by Ps Jacob Ahenkorah at one of Lifeline Ministries’ all-night service.

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NO SHADES OF GRAY

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NO SHADES OF GRAY
PART 1

CHAPTER 1
My dream to be a happy wife was short lived a few minutes after I had said”I do” to the man of my dreams. I could see the fire in Oscar’s eyes as he watched me take steady strides down the aisle as his bride.
I bet too many thoughts rushed through his mind. His facial expressions read something like, “Finally, I’ve paid the bride price. She’s going to be officially mine, Mrs Owusu Afriyie. Cheers to the end of lonely and cold nights. Waiting wasn’t easy but worth it after all.” I watched on as he beamed with glee. He couldn’t wait to carry me in his arms for the honeymoon at a coded location, it was going to be a surprise.

CHAPTER 2
Fairly, everyone was merry and excited to see us, two love birds on the dance floor dancing during the couple’s first dance. Ouh….Oscar had some crazy dance moves.
What seemed all exciting and beautiful came to a grinding halt when gunshots were heard firing all over the banquet area where the wedding reception was going on. People had to run for their dear lives by all means possible. They trampled over each other, there was a serious stampede.
Myself and my husband tried to escape the scene to find refuge somewhere. Just as we turned to head in the direction, there stood a fierce, masked gunman who fired four bullets into my Oscar’s chest….pow pow pow pow!!! Clearly they came for him. No one got shot but my Oscar. He died on the spot!

There was my husband laying helpless in my arms with blood gushing out from his chest and ribs. My Prince Charming, my tall glass of hot chocolate and husband of my dreams was gone in a split of a second. I couldn’t accept the reality. I cried my lungs out.
They should have shot me too so we die together, I cursed. In the spur of that moment, I only wanted to die. My insides churned. Only God knew what pain I was in. But why??? I had too many questions I never found answers to. What has my eyes beheld? How was I going to live the rest of my life seeing my best friend and lover die so painfully in my own arms?

CHAPTER 3
My brother and some relatives came and managed to carry him away from me to the hospital cus I won’t let go, it was a struggle. I couldn’t let him go just like that? What about the dreams we shared and the plans to make our home a haven to our kids? No Oscar!! Noo! This couldn’t be goodbye!
That night was supposed to be when we would first make love to each other. It was supposed to be our honeymoon somewhere serene and peaceful. But there I was with stains of blood and memories of the worst day ever. I was restless, broken and greatly saddened. A green leaf had fallen!

Oscar’s mom had already grown fond of me even before we started plans to get married. Such a great mother in-law she was going to be. She was with me every step of the way comforting and praying with me like my real mom did. She promised me we will get to the bottom of the matter and my husband’s killer would be brought to book. For some reasons, every time she said that, my heart leaped with joy. I sought vengeance so badly.

CHAPTER 4
The funeral rites were quickly over. Friends and sympathizers had left to continue with their own lives. Where was I going to start from? Hmm…your guess is as good as mine.
3months since 19th June had already come by and I had still not gotten over the shock. I didn’t want to accept that I needed therapy. My mom suggested she moved in so she could keep an eye on me, it was a great idea. All too soon I was the baby Clara she had carried in her arms some 29years ago catering for my every need.
One Sunday afternoon after church, I had managed to swallow some morsels of fufu with peanut butter soup and was feeling just ok. I decided to switch my late husband’s phone on. It was one of the things I used to do anytime I missed him.
I had already replied a bunch of the messages and chosen to ignore some. For once, I scrolled through his contact list and watched his pictures from one album to the other.
From the early stages when we used to go on lunch dates, the movies, Praise and Worship Concerts and our favorite Uncle Ebo Whyte’s play shows at the National Theatre. Those were priceless moments.
Then I opened the “Recently Deleted ” album also to see the not-so-cute selfies and pictures that never make the cut to Facebook and Instagram, I smiled.
Little did I know that, not everyone ‘s “Recently Deleted” album were necessarily a carrier of ugly selfies. All the answers I needed to know as to who killed my husband of 2hours were right before me.
End of Part 1!
Watch out to see how this story unfolds in the next part.

Written by Jackie Hanson
www.thekhayilwoman.com
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A Little Here and There, A Lot More In Store!

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To me, one’s ability to write is a beautiful and priceless gift. Why? Because not everyone can translate their feelings into words.
One of the amazing compliments that warms my heart is to see, “Thank you Jackie. You have a way of saying it exactly how it is, just how I feel…” I love to hear these…

These few months of blogging and telling people’s stories and coming back to read criticisms and compliments from you are beautiful moments. In fact, I look forward to hearing from you every time I put something up.
As I read your reactions to my articles, I get to know what stories make your insides churn, the issues that bring chills through your spine, the ones that make you want to have a self check and above all, the ones that challenge you to be a better Christian.

Aha! About being a better Christian, just so you know, I’m not a saint. I share my experiences with you in writing and suggest to you how you can overcome some temptations and work at being like Christ.
It doesn’t mean I have it all together? No! It means I have my flaws too and I stumble in my walk with God. I don’t get it right always. But I believe that walking with God means a lifetime of grace, goodness and mercy. If then, let me continue walking…

Back to “writing”, I know I have been away for sometime. The reality is, I don’t always get inspired to write so you can also get inspired. Sometimes, I feel lazy and won’t complete what I begin. Forgive 🙈
There are times too, I feel you need a break just so I don’t become a bore to you. Right? And there are days when I’m caught up in life’s highs and lows trying to make something better for myself.

I’m not trying to make excuses for being that kind of writer…remember I told you it’s a blessing to know that I can be a blessing to you through my posts. Left for me alone, I wish I will leave you everyday wanting to read more from me.
I bet that time will soon come!

What about you? Need I mention, I hope you are being the best version of you and living the life that God planned for you when He formed you? Trust me, it’s the best thing that could ever happen to you. It’s peaceful.
One big lesson I’ve learned this past year is to live and enjoy my ‘now moment’. Instead of fretting and being anxious about things that are never going to be mine, it’s best to focus on what I have now and make the best of it. It’s golden!

Know this, as you walk with God, everyday may not bring bliss and glee. But you can trust that at the end of the journey, you will sing the victor’s song. Cheers to walking with God and growing. Happy new year!

I shall return!

Light and Love,
Jackie.🎀
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