Instructions & Obeying

On the 13th of March, after church, we held hands and prayed.

The week before 13th, I got the instruction in Church that we should always pray when we get home after service. So that's where this after church prayer originated from.

Back to 13th of March, my 6 year old son went first. He prayed beautifully if there is anything like that. He thanked God using clear and meaningful words, to be honest it was better than the way his brother prayed. Even though after his prayer, he started kicking his brother but at least we got that win.

I believe one of the reasons this was possible was because of an earlier instruction I obeyed in the last quarter of 2022. The Holy Spirit told me,

"Take my children to church". "The boys need to start going to church".

Ah tor. The die is cast.

For the past 9 years that I have worked shift, going to church for me hasn't been consistent. I had sunday off days once in 6 weeks. I am either working morning or afternoon shift. And even then covid made things worse. Going to church became non existent. We would go only once in 6 months after covid. I didn't like it but I didn't know what to do and how to change things.

So I told my husband, this is the leading I got, you need to take them on days I am at work.

Thank God we have been consistent since then.

My point is, Ore didn't like church. He Point blank told me it was boring and takes too long. He just didn't like it. He would not even want to pray during night devotions.

But God said, I will be their teacher, I played my part and God did the rest.

I was so happy when after a few weeks they both had great feedback about church. They were happy about going to church and even looked forward to it.

So what has God been telling you to do?

It might be so minor, you may want to dismiss it, please don't. Stay with God. There is a plan for everything.

Bonus: I was promoted in January after 10 years at the same role and now I work Monday to Friday. We attend church services together as a family. Won't God do it?

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