He Speaks Only If You'd Listen

He speaks only if you’d listen!
It was one of those days for me and I was just tired of everything. A regular day you may have called it but as I drove through the busy streets of Lagos at close of work, nothing seemed to make sense to me. I wondered if there was more to me, NOTHING mattered at this time. I wondered away while driving and it was just a miracle how I didn’t run into anyone/car. On days like these, it would make sense to just get home& cry until my eyes gets weary of doing so, hoping I’d feel lighter doing so. I was tired in every sense of the word. At times like these, ‘hang in there’ just seemed to have lost its meaning. Oh please! Do not patronize me ‘coz I’ve been
there, done that and gotten a crest on my T-Shirt (& please don’t ask me what it is)…
Earlier that day, I was excited about going to church as it was a Tuesday but now I wonder if I will still go but even more why my mood had changed so much.  I got to my area quite early and just parked beside my church; ’ I may as well attend church so that when I get home, I’d just cry myself to sleep and that will be it’, I thought to myself and that seemed like a great plan.
Irrespective of how early I got to church on a regular day, I just sat in the car listening to music until fifteen minutes before the service started. I couldn’t explain the urge on this particular day to go in and just wait. I battled with myself as it was 1:30mins prior to service. Just what will I be doing in church that long feeling this way? The urge wasn’t going to get away hence, I made my way into the church hoping to just sit somewhere and think about my life.  Unknown to me, my father who is the perfect planner was there, waiting for me and orchestrated the move.
Not knowing what exactly to do, I fiddled with my phone and was going to start playing games. C’mon we both know that thinking at this time will not be good + it wouldn’t afford me the opportunity to shed my much anticipated tears and church was not the right place for that. The keyboard pulled me close so much so that I couldn’t resist going to sing. I introduced myself to the keyboardist and pleaded with him just to allow me to sing.
I became glad as I sang and that moment seemed to stand still for me as I was fulfilled. I couldn’t explain what was happening and neither did I want it to stop. I was there singing while the keyboardist performed his magic, I had actually started to cry so uncontrollably.
The voice of the pastor jerked me back to reality; the service was about to start, so I walked back to my seat lifted and excited. Words alone couldn’t express how I felt even without praying. The service was a thanksgiving service and I danced till my feet were sore from doing so. Have you ever had that awkward moment when your heart feels too weak to pray? When you feel like nothing is happening? It occurred to me that all I had to do was worship. A heartfelt worship was all I could offer and He accepted me just as I was and healed my heart.
My pastor eventually shared one verse and right there, I knew He was talking to me. 2 kings 3:15-20. That was my word and I knew that more than anything else, God was speaking with me.
In retrospect, I concluded that He speaks to us through any means available, it’s however left for us to listen or not. I made up my mind to always try to listen to Him, irrespective of what I am going through.
Only if you’d listen, He always speaks.


  1. chubby ELLA5/18/2013

    Yes HE does speak 2 us. We only need 2 b patient n attentive 2 hear Him speak 2 us. I knw I'll do tins a lot better of only I cud act only based on wat HE says I shud do or nt do. It pays 2 serve God.

  2. Yeah...if only we cud drown all the noise around us and listen...

  3. Anonymous5/18/2013

    Omg dis was 4 me ,God bless u. I choose 2 worship u jesus shatabaya

  4. He speaks, if only we'd listen... Thanks for this beautiful piece FolaShade. I knew even before I got to the end and saw your name that you wrote this piece. God bless you!

  5. Anonymous5/18/2013

    Thanks Shade.

    2 Kings 3:15–20
    15 But now bring me pa musician.”
    Then it happened, when the musician qplayed, that rthe hand of the Lord came upon him. 16 And he said, “Thus says the Lord: s‘Make this valley full of 2ditches.’ 17 For thus says the Lord: ‘You shall not see wind, nor shall you see rain; yet that valley shall be filled with water, so that you, your cattle, and your animals may drink.’ 18 And this is a simple matter in the sight of the Lord; He will also deliver the Moabites into your hand. 19 Also you shall attack every fortified city and every choice city, and shall cut down every good tree, and stop up every spring of water, and ruin every good piece of land with stones.”
    20 Now it happened in the morning, when tthe grain offering was offered, that suddenly water came by way of Edom, and the land was filled with water.


  6. Thank you Sola, am so refreshed by this testimony

  7. Anonymous5/19/2013

    Yess Fola he does speak only few actually listen!


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