Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, my first impulse is to pull back the covers over my head and return to sleep, but I have to wake up and start the day.

This is Nigeria:

The people are afraid. We are scared. We don’t know where next will explode. We have no idea what area is next to be ravaged by a flood. Neither do we know the argument that will spark up the brawl. We can’t really access the workability of the benefits of the removal of the fuel subsidy. We don’t have a perfect idea of its effect on the prices of goods and services, and its toll on us. Protesters fill the streets and labour unions are embarking on industrial actions – what will come out from it?

I don’t trust anyone again.  The next call on my phone may be from kidnappers, demanding for my 80+ year old grandpa or from the ritualist who command people with charms. Every little pain in my body seems like the signs of a malignancy and every symptom I feel, I’m now tempted to check up on google to find the medical explanation. The environment is unfriendly. The people are hostile. No one seems to give chastity its respect anymore. My aunt’s boss wants to go out with her in exchange for my well earned promotion, despite the fact that she is married with two kids, and he knows.

In view of all these, I seek for a place to hide. For a someone to tell me what to do to rescue myself from the world’s numerous challenges that seem to mount up daily. Challenges that build up an opposition to my faith and principles. I’ve looked around, but I’ve discovered that there’s no safe place. I have no man to assure me that it is well, because everyone is afraid.

Everywhere is in chaos. Nowhere is completely free of trouble. There will be some pain in the neck, no mater how little. Who can save us from the stress that mounts as a result of the challenges of our ever-changing world?

But when I looked up, I remember the Psalmist said “I will lift up my eyes to the hills…” I will join his song, “…from whence comes my help?”

In a quiet moment, He whispers into my consciousness, “Look, my help comes from the Lord, who made the heavens and the earth.”

Will He allow my foot to be moved? NO.

He never rubs his eyes. For what? He is a No-slumber, No-Sleep God. He is always at work, BUILDING AND REPAIRING LIVES. And putting order in a world of Chaos and disorder. That’s what He does best.

He can be trusted. God can be trusted.

So what will I say, knowing that God is there for me? Unto you O Lord, I look. I will lift up my voice and say, “Save me, O Lord.” Help me experience righteousness, peace, joy in my walk with you. Peace like a river. Joy overflowing my soul. The imputed righteousness of God.

O, save me and my friends. Lead me on. Have mercy and let the tap of Your grace never run dry.

Has life stressed you beyond your limits? Are you afraid of what’s going to or not going to happen next?

The God who is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble, says we should call upon Him in the day of trouble and He will answer us. He’s with us. He’s our refuge. Trust Him. Psalm 46.

You can look up to God and pour your burdens at His feet. “He says come to me. Learn of me.” For when we do that with a open heart, We will, even in this world where there is no safe place, experience true and lasting PEACE.

Matt 11:28-30, Psalm 121.

Don’t forget to pray for Nigeria today, for only God can provide the true peace and development we desire. Shalom.

A Blessed week ahead,


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