© Ayo Omolayo
I walked into the shop and stood at the entrance. The place looked so local to me. The floor was all made of earth and dusty. But everything in that shop spelt it all. It was a potter’s shop.
What was I doing in a potter’s shop? How did I get here?
I looked around and saw clay pots of different shapes and sizes. Though they were all made of clay, they were so beautifully designed. I marveled at the handiwork of the potter.
Soon I heard the potter’s wheel rotating and turned to find a man working on a clay pot. I stood and watched this man skillfully shape the pot.
“Hello! Cris!” He greeted me, still working on the wheel.
“Hi sir!” I smiled.
“I’m making a pot for you!”
“Really? That’s so sweet of you!” I said and saw it’s effect as his lips curved in a smile.
“So how are you going to make it look like? I like big pots you know. Also, I like pots that are wide and big. Not just big and tall, but big and wide. Wide enough to contain alot of stuff”.
I discovered he wasn’t listening to what I was saying. His head was bowed, fully concentrated on his work. What he was working on was do big. I smiled as I watched him do his work.
Soon, he plucked out a large chunk of clay and threw it in a bowl beside him. That was the bowl where all the unused clay were placed. Cutting off that piece of clay, made my pot smaller. But I decided to ignore, hoping, he had something beautiful to do with the pot.
I was still trying to overlook the fact that my pot was going to be a small pot, when he plucked off another large piece of clay. This made my pot so small.
I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. I had to tell him I wasn’t happy. He was ruining everything. I can’t allow that. I want a big pot, not this small one he’s making.
“What’s the meaning of that? Didn’t I tell you the kind of pot I wanted?” I yelled in anger.
He acted as if he didn’t hear me.
This got me infuriated and I did something I never should have done.
I walked up to him and drew him out of the potter’s seat. He didn’t struggle with me. He was so gentle. It was as if as I pulled him, he stood up and vacated his seat.
I sat and began to work on the pot all by myself.
I woke up. Lo and behold, it was all a dream.
“Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!” I gasped.
“What a strange dream! What kind of dream is that? This is not a good dream!” I said and stood up to pray.
But instead of feeling a burden to pray. I felt strongly in my spirit to read my Bible.
I opened my mouth to pray, but I felt the restraint in my spirit. The words were not coming out.
“Daddy! What have I done?”
‘CARRY YOUR BIBLE!” Came the gentle whisper.
I quickly went for my Bible and opened it.
“Where are we reading Dad?”
“OPEN TO 1 SAMUEL 8. START THE READING FROM VERSE ONE!”
I opened to the passage and began to read.
“1 Samuel 8:1. And it came to pass, when Samuel was old, that he made his sons judges over Israel.
Verse 2. Now the name of his firstborn was Joel; and the name of his second, Abiah: they were judges in Beersheba.
Verse 3. And his sons walked not in his ways, but turned aside after lucre, and took bribes, and perverted judgment.
Verse 4. Then all the elders of Israel gathered themselves together, and came to Samuel unto Ramah.
Verse 5. And said unto him, Behold, thou art old, and thy sons walk not in thy ways: now make us a king to judge us like all the nations.
Verse 6. But the thing displeased Samuel, when they said, Give us a king to judge us. And Samuel prayed unto the LORD.
Verse 7. And the LORD said unto Samuel, Hearken unto the voice of the people in all that they say unto thee: for they have not rejected thee, but they have rejected me, that I should not reign over them.
Verse 8. According to all the works which they have done since the day that I brought them up out of Egypt even unto this day, wherewith they have forsaken me, and served other gods, so do they also unto thee.
Verse 9. Now therefore hearken unto their voice: howbeit yet protest solemnly unto them, and shew them the manner of the king that shall reign over them”.
Immediately, the dream I had appeared in a flash.
“Jesus! What is happening to me?”
I could feel the Holy Spirit within me weeping.
“Daddy! Please tell me where I have missed it. Please tell me!” I said, my eyes were moist with tears.
Now I understood what the dream meant. God was the potter. He was making a pot for me. But I didn’t like the pot, so I dragged him off the potter’s seat and took over. Jesus! I dethroned God! How could I dethrone God in a dream?
And the gentle Holy Spirit permitted me to have my way. That’s how he operates, he doesn’t struggle with man. He gives us absolute freedom to chose whatever we want.
God was the leader of the nation of Israel. But they rejected him and asked for a King. Why did they ask for a King? They wanted to look like the other nations around them. They rejected God’s plans for them and God permitted them to do as they wanted.
If I could dethrone God in the spiritual realm, what would I do physically? The spiritual realm controls the physical. If in the spiritual realm, I could do such a thing to God. What would happen physically?
I started crying. I threw myself on the floor and began to weep bitterly.
“Daddy please! Don’t allow me go back to my vomit. I vomited 8 months ago. It’s stinking, it’s gotten worms in it and smells so bad. I can’t put such a thing in my mouth and claim I am eating a meal.
Daddy! I know dreams are a revelation of what’s about to happen. If it’s positive, we pray it into reality. But if it’s negative, we cancel it through our prayers.
Daddy please! Don’t allow the kingdom of darkness to laugh at you because of me. On my own, I’m a failure. With my human strength, I’ll continue to fail. But with you, I’m indomitable. With you, I can withstand anything.
Please strengthen my inner man! Don’t allow me fall in defeat. Many lives are looking up to me. They’re expecting so much from me. Don’t allow my downfall, be their downfall.
Lord what would be your gain if I fall? What pleasure do you derive from Satan mocking you. Since you know I cannot stand on my own, come and give me the power I need to stand!”
I began to pray in tongues aggressively. I prayed sweating heavily. I just can’t eat vomit anymore. I don’t know what made me see my past life as vomit. It was so irritating and terrible to me. The life where I struggled with God for months.
They were months of crying. They were months of unending sorrows. But the months where I surrendered to God is a huge difference. I have never enjoyed life the way I had. Having Jesus as my lover was the best thing that happened in my life. I won’t trade him or our relationship for anything in the world.
I kept praying and praying till I felt a little peace. I still felt unrest in my spirit and wanted to pray more. The peace I felt was so little.
I remembered what my mentor taught me about the inner peace. It means I had to pray more about it or the trouble would only be lessened but not completely adverted.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 7:05. I jumped up and started packing all my stuffs. I was getting late for work. I had also missed my prayers with Evelyn and my gateman. I could hear them praying downstairs.
I quickly took my bath. I was still feeling uneasy in my spirit. What should I do? I’m out of time. God should understand why I can’t continue the prayers now.
“For the salvation of their soul is precious!” Came a scripture I had once read.
“But I have prayed na! Should I kill myself over a scary dream. I have committed it to God. I know he has heard me. I can’t kill myself over this dream. I know I will never betray God. Why would I be so stupid? What would make me see what God is doing in my life and drive him away?”
I remembered the day I told God I was ready to skip work, just to continue reading my Bible. I quickly waved it aside
I took my bag, laptop and everything I needed and rushed out of the room. As a routine, Evelyn always made sure I had something to take with me to work.
So she brought a cooler and all I needed for a sumptuous meal at work. She followed me to the garage and helped me put my stuffs in the backseat of the car.
I thanked her and drove out. As I drove, the uneasiness continued, but I ignored it. I focused on getting to my company building.
I arrived at the gate and Oga Silas opened it immediately. As I drove in I smiled and waved at him, but he threw his face the other way. He was looking so sad.
“Daddy! What is going on? Even Oga Silas has picked the signal in the realm of the spirit that something terrible is about happening to me.
“Oga Silas!” I beeped and called his attention.
“Good morning Cris”, he replied with a sad face.
“Is anything the matter?” I asked.
He looked at me and didn’t say a word.
“Please talk to me! What did God show you about me when you were praying for me?”
“Sister, I’ll see you this afternoon in your office. It’s not something we can discuss at the gate. What God showed me is not something you want to hear”, he said and walked away.
I sighed.
“Jesus please show me mercy!” I whispered.
My heart was heavy. I wasn’t myself at work that day. I was stylishly waiting for Oga Silas to show up with what God had revealed to him about me.
When my receptionist told me Oga Silas was here with a man to see me, I quickly told her to let them in.
The door opened and pastor Kunle and Oga Silas, entered.
“Ha! Pastor Kunle too! This must be a serious matter. God please don’t allow my enemies rejoice over me. What’s happening? Why is everyone having a terrible news for me?
What is the devil planning?”
“Good morning sister Christiana”, he greeted.
“Good morning sir”, I replied, bending my knees slightly in greeting.
“Can we please sit down?” He asked.
“Please do?” I said.
My heart was pumping so fast as I awaited what they were about to say.
“I would go straight to the point. Because I’m giving you some prayer points to pray after this meeting”, he said.
Whoa! More prayers to pray!
“God revealed something about you to bro Silas. And the amazing thing was that, he also revealed the same thing to me. So we decided to come and tell you ourselves”.
“Please say it! Don’t keep me waiting!” I said with all eagerness to listen.
To be continued………
Cris you’re scaring me ooo!
This one you fought with God in the dream and it’s already manifesting physically, hmmmmm nawa ooo!
The burden to pray was still there, but Satan made her job look so important than her salvation.
God wanted her to pray till the burden was lifted, but she ignored.
The journey has only begun.
Watch out for the next episode..
