© Ayo Omolayo
I sat down on the bed all smiles as I awaited my husband to join me for the night. We had an amazing time as a family in God’s presence. Everyone felt the Lord’s hand heavily. God came down for us, to circumcise our hearts. It was awesome.
Soon the door opened and the man of my dreams walked in.
I stood up smiling and spread my arms to give him a hug. He returned the smile and walked into my waiting arms. I hugged him so tightly and gave him a kiss on the lips before releasing him.
“My Julie angel is getting stronger oooo!” He said, wincing playfully.
“You almost broke my back!”
I giggled and gave him a punch on his arm.
“You were amazing today. I couldn’t believe this was the convert I discipled!” I replied.
“Hey! That wasn’t me. That was God speaking! So save those thanks for the right person”. He said grinning.
He sat down and on the bed and I quickly took my place beside him. He took up his phone and went to the gallery, scrolling through the pictures.
I leaned my head on his shoulder and watched what he was up to. My Roberto is full of surprises. Soon he arrived at a picture and handed the phone to me. I took my head off his shoulder and took a look at the phone.
It was a picture of Cris and I.
“Why are you showing me this?” I asked.
“I needed to ask you what’s your next line of action? What’s the plan?” He asked.
“Plan? What plan?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t have anything in mind for her. Of course you ought to know the next step to take”.
I sighed and returned the phone to him.
“You’re right! I did have plans for her but she ruined everything. She’s not picking my calls anymore. I wouldn’t be shocked to find out she barred my number. She already made herself clear, no more mentorship. I understand English and I know what that means. I’m not going to force her to do what she doesn’t want to do. She’s free to do whatever she wants to do”.
“Juliana!” My husband called.
“Yes, my sweet Roberto!” I replied grinning.
He chuckled and then replied.
“You’re her mum!”
“Not anymore!” I interrupted.
“I don’t understand! I thought you forgave her?”
“Yes I did! But we can’t be friends like before. I mean she doesn’t want me around her anymore. So why are you still calling me her mother? Do I look like her mother?” I asked frowning.
My Roberto looked at me with shock written all over his face. I was also surprised at my turbulent emotions. Did I say something wrong? I’m not her mentor anymore. The relationship is over. So why was he calling her my daughter? And funny enough, why was I feeling like I did something wrong. What’s going on.
My Roberto stood up and dropped the phone on the table. Climbed the bed and covered himself with the duvet.
“Good night!” He said.
“Aah! You can’t leave me like this! Come back here!” I said and took the duvet off him.
He didn’t turn, he remained still. I gave him a hard pinch on the back and he turned immediately.
“Please I need to sleep!” He said.
“Sleep? When I have not slept!” I saw the look in his eyes. I knew my Roberto well enough to understand that what I had said weighed heavily on his heart.
God what have I done?
“Roberto! Please talk to me! I know what I said hurt you. But I don’t understand what was wrong in those words I said. Please, help your Julie angel understand”, I said, leaning over him.
He didn’t say a word. His eyes looked blurry. He was close to tears.
“Jesus! Please help me! Is this the gravity of what I had just done? My husband is almost going to cry over a statement I made. Lord please help me”.
I brought my face closer to his and whispered.
“Come on!”
He sat up and pointed at the spot beside him. I quickly sat down.
“Humanly speaking, what you said wasn’t wrong. But as children of God it was wrong. That girl is your child Spiritually. And in reality, whether the parents disown the child or the child disowns the parents. It doesn’t change the fact that they are still his parents and that the child is still theirs.
So the fact that Cris doesn’t want you anymore doesn’t change anything. You’re still her spiritual mum and will always be. That’s the first thing you must never forget”.
I looked at him and nodded.
“So are you saying I should keep communicating with her and try to reach out to her?”
“That’s no what I want you to do. What you are to do is to do the job of a mother! And what’s that? Intercession!”
“Hmmm!”
“Women are intercessors! They are born intercessors. Any man who’s an intercessors was only granted that privilege. Intercession has alway been the spiritual office of the Christian lady. Now as a mother, your job is to stand for her in the spirit realm and call her from the realm of the spirit.
Do you think what’s happening to Cris is ordinary? There are powers fighting her glory. There are raging powers fighting her destiny from manifesting. They know that thousands of people are counting on her to feed them with the bread. So stop her, and the thousands that she’s meant to feed with the bread would starve to death.
Satan is manipulating her mind. He’s taking advantage of her weakness and using the spiritual weapon of self destruction, which is encapsulated in a demonic dimension called Rebellion. And through this mechanism, he wields authority over her mind, thereby subjecting her to carnality.
She’s in a spiritual realm called metamorphosis. It’s a realm where the spirit of the new born baby Christian is still taking shape. So any demon that succeeds in engaging her in this period, will successfully sustain it’s dimensions in her. And that’s what the demonic personality called Rebellion, is achieving”.
Oh men! My head don scatter! Na wetin be this? I no understand wetin my guy dey talk oooo!
“Emmmm! Roberto! Can you please come again?” I requested.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I got carried away!”
“Yes! Please carry yourself come back! This guy is loaded! I no fit carry am!” I replied within me.
“What I was saying is that, Satan is using rebellion as a tool to cause her to self destruct. To destroy her destiny by herself. And that her spiritual stage is a stage of childhood. Remember what you always taught us back then. You always said that the child is an empty container. If you put milk in it, it becomes a container of milk. But if you put urine in it, it becomes a container of urine. The child is subject to the information and ideas that was fed to him as an infant. Do if you want your child to know God, start early. Because if you don’t fill that child with milk, Satan is ready to fill him with urine and cause his attitude to smell terribly.
If you neglect your children, Satan will not neglect them for you.
This is what I was trying to explain. She’s at a stage where the spirit of rebellion is trying to influence her and make that seed to grow in her till it becomes a character that cannot change. Because, old habits just as they say, never die. Do you get it now?”
“I do know! Please, be careful with the Rhema ooooo. No wonder why?”
“Why what?” He asked.
“Nevermind! It’s an aside!”
“No say on!”
“Okay! Remember in the Bible, Apostle Paul called himself a custodian of the mysteries of God? A Steward of the mysteries of God”.
“Yes!” He answered.
“That means if you’re looking for mysteries, go and meet Paul!”
“Okay! Go on!”
“I was like, no wonder why that Roman official told Paul he was mad! Too much mysteries!” I said and he burst into laughter.
“Actually, I was only trying to explain the situation on ground”.
“Yes, by turning my head upside down!”
He chuckled.
“So my Julie angel! Will you stand in the gap for this lady and pray for her? Stand for her and call her destiny from the hands of those who hijacked it from her. Stand in the gap and call back her Spirit from the prisons where she had been chained. Are you ready?”
I was silent for a while. I knew what my hubby expected to hear, but I didn’t know how the struggle started again. Does Cris deserve my prayers? Does she deserve it at all? I have so many things to pray about. No spare time for a rebellious mentee. Why waste prayers on a girl who doesn’t respect her elders in Christ?
How many times did Moses pray for those Israelite rebels? A rebel will always do what they know how to do best, rebel. Moses pleaded and pleaded, yet they never changed.
I have forgiven her ooo. But, I don’t want her trouble anymore. We can do better if we stay on our own. I don’t have anything to do with her again. So why waste prayers on her?
This was what I wanted to say, but my eyes saw the clock on the wall. It was 11: 30 pm. I knew if I gave that reply, that would mean another one hour of unveiling the mysteries of God, with my Roberto the Apostle. I better save some time for my sleep, since my quiet time was starting by 2am. I only had two hours, thirty minutes to sleep.
“I’ll pray for her!” I answered.
He smiled and gave me a hug.
“I’m so proud of you! My mentor and my Julie angel!”
“Roberto! The first shall be the last ooo! You’re now the one mentoring me and my children ooo! Infact turn small oil on my head na. I want to dey open mysteries too”.
“Go meet Apostle Paul jare! Tell am say make he do impartation on you!”
“Na you be my Apostle Paul na!” I said and gave him thumbs up.
“Sleep dey your eye! That’s what makes you think I’m your Apostle Paul”.
To be continued……
When Satan is seriously at work, that’s the best time to pray hard.
This lady wants to repent, but Satan keeps bringing occasions to keep her locked up in her sins.
Brethren, the body of Christ has lost the ministry of intercession. We have replaced it with the ministry of criticism.
All that is happening around Cris is beyond the physical. But who’s standing for her in the spiritual realm?
Every person that served God here on earth or fulfilled destiny had someone who interceded for them, including Jesus.
Luke 2:36. And there was one Anna, a prophetess, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Aser: she was of a great age, and had lived with an husband seven years from her virginity;
2:37 And she was a widow of about fourscore and four years, which departed not from the temple, but served God with fastings and prayers night and day.
She prayed the destiny of Jesus into manifestation. Many of us thought that woman wasted her time. But the success of Jesus ministry here on earth, was part of her groanings in the secret.
Let’s pick up our mantles of intercession. Satan is seriously wrecking lives. Pray for the perishing!
