*▪️Confession Of Sister Onyeche.*
This is True Life Confession Of our Beloved Sister Onyeche .....who thought she can dine 🍽 with Devil 😈 and also feast at the table of the Lord ✝.
I advice you take whatsoever belong to you in tonight confession of our Sister And use it to impact your life and start making amendment because whatsoever a man sow shall he ready.
*📍FROM BED OF FORNICATION TO ALTAR OF WORSHIP:*
That Friday Night, I was supposed to be in the vigil leading the worship song 🎤 but there, I was in Fred's bed moaning in painful pleasure as he cuddled and caressed me 😢.
Being the choir mistress, I was the one to take the worship songs that night but I manoeuvred my way to his home.
"Can we go another round?" .....Fred asked teasingly.
"You don't get tired? Oliver Twist," I said staring at the wall clock. It was few minutes before 1 a.m.
"I need to join them in the church," ....I said uncovering myself from the bedsheets and hurriedly picked up my dress from the floor 😲
"It's already late and dangerous out there. Just pass the night here again please."
"Akuna! ....It's better late than never. Don't forget, I'm the one taking the worship."
"Do you want to get raped out there? The one I gave you is not enough for you, right?" he asked mockingly as he sat upright on his bed placing a pillow on his laps to hide his erected stuff.
"I won't get raped because we are going together. Dress up please."
"Have you gone insane?" he giggled. "I just finished feasting with the devil 😈 and you expect me to go to the presence of God? Come on babe, I still have conscience."
"What are you insinuating? Are you saying I don't have conscience? Thank you for reminding me that I'm Jezebel." I said trying to ease the guilt.
I hurriedly picked my Bible 📖 and my scarf from the floor and dashed out of the room.
"Onyeche, wait let me see you off," I heard his voice from a distance.
That was not the first night I spent in his house in the name of vigil, neither was it the second nor third.
You may think that was the worst thing I have done. No, I did worse than that.
I aborted two babies for Fred, the assistant prayer band leader who was always leading the prayer section .....Chimoooo 🙆♂
My Father who was a well thought of elder in the church ⛪ was glad that her daughter was burning for God.
I was not just deceiving my father, I was deceiving the members of the church, I was deceiving the pastor whose favourite I was.....Chaiiii
Never had he ministered without me acting as the backup singer. He trusted and believed so much in me. And above all, I was deceiving myself as my self-worth was dwindling.
When I got to the church, Agnes was still leading the praise section.
It seemed she was stylishly waiting for my arrival to take the worship section as I was considered to be the most fire-branded member of the church.....Inuk
As the choir mistress, I was supposed to be seated at the front seat, but I sat behind so that my incoming would not be noticed.
I glanced through the pulpit, the pastor's gaze was on me and I trembled within as he signaled an invitation.
"Onyeche, what happened?" he asked affectionately.
"Daddy I slept off," I lied kneeling beside him without any iota of the fear of God.
"I wanted to rest before time but when I woke up, it was already very late. I told myself that it's better late than never."
"I know you 'll come regardless what. Thank you," he said smiling and patting me on my shoulder. "Hope you are prepared." "I'm always prepared daddy."
Right at the pulpit I was confidently lying to the man of God. Yet, unlike the days of Peter, there was no discernment, I would have fallen dead like Ananias and Sapphira but there, I was being praised....(May
Like the pastor's praise was not enough, when I climbed the podium, I was welcomed with a standing ovation 👏👏by the congregation.
They yelled and shouted my name. Others jumped to their feet shouting and clapping.
My head was becoming larger like I was sharing the glory of God with him, that's if I did not steal it all. Had they known that I just left Delilah's lap, or maybe I was even the Delilah.....😓
Had they known I just left the dungeon of sin, just like the lady of Magdalene, they would have picked up stone.
I struck the mic with a finger and the sound was pleasant to my hearing.
"Alleluuuuuuuia
"Can we just compose ourselves as we worship the El shaddai, the Elohim, The King of kings, the Lord of lords, the I am that I am, mandalekatushal
As I was trying to elate the crowd, I saw Fred enter the church...😲 Well built, muscular and light in complexion. Like the Biblical Joseph, very handsome and good to behold.
I still doubt if I were the only one in the church ⛪ he was having an affair with..... Many of those young girls flopped around him calling him papa and M.O.G.
He was also very much adored and loved in the church because of his activeness yet, my partner in sin......... (Holy Father Have Mercy 😢)
"Close your eyes and lift up your hands unto the Lord as we worship him."
As I began to sing deeper, those emotional tears began to pour from my eyes.
Some of the people were also singing and crying while others were blasting in tongues.
I glanced at Fred, with hands akimbo, he was shaking and nodding his head in all direction as though he was translated to another realm.
His voice was louder than every other person. It seemed he was trying to tell them that he prayed in tongue more than any of them as he seldom pray in the language of men.
It may surprise you to know that Fred was not the only person I was sleeping with.....😲
I did those abominable acts outside the church too. I was scared that my evil deeds would one day be exposed if I involve other members.
So, whenever those decent boys in my church asked me out, even for a serious relationship, I will politely turn them down preaching the gospel to them......Telli
You may think I did not feel sad for myself. You may think I loved what I was doing.
....
No, to me, it was also disgusting. It made me look so dirty like a pig. It made feel like I did not belong to the family of the true children of Jesus Christ.
I have judged myself enough, so you don't have to judge me again. If there's anything to do, it's to pray for me because secretly, I was dying.
Just like the church of Sardis, I had the reputation of being alive but I was dead.
Yes, I had the reputation of being vibrant and burning for God but I was on my way 🏃 to Hell 🔥 .
You may think I was not Born Again. Well, I was genuinely born again.
I spoke in the tongues of angels, I've received the gift of the Holy Spirit, yet, I was swimming in sin..... Who can rescue someone like me? ...Chaiiiii 😭.
On Facebook and other social media, I was an apostle of Holiness as I never ceased preaching and posting scriptures on my wall.
My WhatsApp status was always preaching Christ ✝ but my lifestyle was contrary to the faith.
Apostle Paul said that he's the worst of all sinners. I don't want to drag that position with Elder Paul but one thing is certain, nobody can drag the second slot with me 😢
My situation became critical when I became addicted to sex. Sex became my driving force.
I was always happy during weekly fellowship as it was the only opportunity to visit Fred before heading to church together.
After fellowship, we'd return to his home for more fun before he would see me off.
When I could not make it to Fred's home, I resorted to masturbation...
There was no single day passed by without me masturbating as I began to find it more pleasurable than sex.
Even on Sunday morning, before service, I would masturbate at home before handling the microphone 🎤 on the pulpit to lead the praise and worship.....I was the serpent 🐍 invoking God's wrath upon the church ⛪ ....buy who can actually delivered? 😭
Don't think I ever felt comfortable at the pulpit.
I hated myself for what I was doing. I only needed a way out of my predicament but I was imprison.
I was always kneeling at the front of the altar for every altar call. But that same evening, I would be in my room thrusting myself with cucumber in masturbation 😔
I have gone days without food and water in the name of fasting but to no avail.
You see! Haven't I tried? 🤷♂
You that want to judge me, how many days have you gone fasting and praying for your own secret sin? Or do you want to tell me that you're not battling with any private sin?
Man may not be watching you but God watches everything that happens even in the most secret place.
So, please don't judge me. I understand hypocrisy already.... Or have you not read that you should get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye?
Oh young minister, put yourself right with God first and then we can sit down and talk judgment.
There was this day I rounded off my seven days fasting and prayer. I made up my mind never to see Fred again, never to masturbate again and never to see any guy again.
My determination worked perfectly well for weeks but after a month, I found myself in Fred's bed again and again, again and again 😭.
Pathetic, right? Very pathetic indeed.
Fred shouted at me with rage and almost hit me for keeping him for a whole month without sex.
He threatened to quit the relationship but I begged with tears. The only thing that calmed him down was when I promised to spend the night with him instead of going to the vigil.
When it was dawn, I carried my Bible 📖 and went home. I did not just return to Fred, I returned to my old way of life.
For years, I continued living such a wayward and bitter life until one particular night...Chaiiii
After satisfying my inordinate desire, I picked up my Bible as usual and began to flip through its pages just to fulfill all righteousness and ease the guilt I was feeling.
I read several pages randomly. The urge to study that night was stronger than the urge for masturbation, even stronger than the urge for sex.
I continued reading carelessly until I came across Psalm 145:18-19.
I read it over and over, then over and over and over and over. For more than a dozen time, I was reading just these two verses.
I read it until it sank so deeply to my innermost being.
As I continued reading, tears 😢 began to wet up in my eyes.
These were not the emotional tears I used to shed at the pulpit. These were tears I even tried to control but couldn't.
When my Bible was getting soaked, I closed it and dropped it on my bed.
The next thing that happened was mysterious. I found myself on the floor, rolling, crying and praying.
"Lord, it's either now or never. I die here tonight......"T
"My strength, my ability, my will, my wisdom, everything has failed me. It's just you now oh Lord.
"Lord, may I never see the rising of the sun again until I'm delivered from every devourer.
"Lord Jesus, except you want me to die in my sin, you will deliver me tonight."
I knew I was disturbing my parents and probably, neighbours but my problem was bigger than one sleepless night...😔
I thought I was disturbing my parents, but it didn't take much time before I heard them blasting in tongues from their room.
That night, I didn't sleep. Even when I wanted to sleep , I could not. I prayed till dawn then slept off.
When I woke up, it was around 9 a.m. I switched on my phone 📱 and it was Fred's message that came in.
"Gud mrning lov,
D tot of U cudn't allow,
me sleep last 9t.
I mesmerized ova ur beauty & ur magical touch till dawn.
Wherever U ar is exactly where I wnt 2 b.
I've wasted too much time already.
I dnt wnt 2 waste anoda single day without U & I'm ready 2 make it up 4 d lost time.
Baby do U mind comin ova later in d day?
I no U wudnt mind.
I love U.
Expecting U dear, kisses"
I stared at my phone a bit confused if to reply or not. After a second thought, I pulled off my sim card and broke it into pieces...🤔
"I'm starting afresh,"....I murmured.
And as if pushed by an external force, I opened my drawer. I stared at the cucumbers and the toys I bought and shame overwhelmed me. Slowly, I began to break everything.
"I'm done with you," .......I spoke to the toy as though it could hear.
"I'm done with sin,"...... I continued talking to myself.
As I searched my room thoroughly for all the instruments of sin, a song came to my lips.
"🎶 I'm no longer a slave
To sin (fear),
I am a child of God 🎶"
I sang only the chorus for hours reminding myself who I've become.
Days rolled into weeks and weeks into months, I did not go to Fred's home neither did I do anything stupid.
I thought of Fred several times and the urge came powerfully sometimes. Of course, I'm human.
The urge was there but the power and grace to overcome was stronger....Pra
I would stare at the mirror and applaud myself for not going back to the way it used to be 😁
I would use my right hand to shake my left hand in jubilation 🤝 congratulating myself 🤭
I still remember when I took myself out on a date... Funny, isn't it? 😅 That's what we called self-cruh nah 🤣
You may think I over acted. I don't really mind.
You will never know what it is like to be free until you have found freedom in Christ Jesus ✝. I am sure you will celebrate more than I did.
One of the mistakes the devil 😈 made was that he still allowed me to fellowship with the brethren even in my sin.
He still allowed me to pray and study even after committing those evil acts.
If he was wise, he would have cut me off from the gathering of the brethren.
Had he known, he would have sealed my lips from praying to God who was actually waiting for me to call upon Him...👏
And because he was not all knowing, he couldn't stop me from praying and he couldn't have ever stopped God from answering my prayer.
After three months, I found myself in Fred's house again.....😲
I was surprised too because I thought I'd never go there again but it's like I was compelled.
No! It's not what you are thinking Oooo 😁
Habaaa na!
I did not go alone. I went with the Most High. I went to offer him Christ ☺
I stood at the door feeling reluctant to knock. After a while, I did.
He opened the door and was surprised to see me. He stood at the door confused whether to let me in or not. We stood in total silence staring at each other.
After awhile, I broke the silence, "Fred, I'm...."
"No! No! No!" he cut in. "You don't need to be sorry," he said emphatically. I should be the one apologising.
"Onyeche, I'm sorry, it's over between us."
"Over?" I asked faking the surprise just to hear more.
"Please forgive me Onyeche, you're now my past."
"Fred, what happened?
Did I do anything wrong?"
The woman in me wouldn't tell him the reason I visited. I wanted to feed my curiosity.
"No Onye, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I have found true love."
"Fred will never change," I chuckled.
"Is that why you couldn't even welcome me in? Is she inside?"
"Nobody is in," he said paving the curtain to give me a better view of the room.
"You mean your love for me was never true?
Where did I get it wrong Fred?" I enquired just to hear his opinion because from onset, I knew we were into an illicit love affair that will lead to nowhere except Hell🔥.
"Onyeche, I must confess, you were not my first love. I left my first love for you. I thought I could hold on to both of you at a time but it's never possible. I've decided to return and start all over again with my first love."
"Hmm! Who could that be Fred? You told me you love me and promised never to let me go."
"This love is different from what I felt for you then," he said confidently exuding great joy.
— "This love is genuine.
— This love is pure.
— This love doesn't fail.
— This love has covered my past and given a future.
— This love is shed abroad in my heart."
He was nodding his head as he spoke with total peace.
"Onyeche," he called placing his hands on my shoulders. "I HAVE FOUND TRUE LOVE IN CHRIST JESUS. I have returned to my first love. Onyeche, there is no better love than the love of Christ.
There is no love outside Christ. What have we gained from the sin we called love? What has fornication added to our lives? Why not give this love a chance to find its expression in your life?"
The joy I felt in my spirit knew no bounds when I heard those words from Fred.
"Fred, this love is what brought me here. This love found me some months back. I came here just to offer you this love but I'm overwhelmed with joy to know that this love has found you too. This is miraculous."
"It is the Lord's doing," he said. "Do you mind coming in?" he added leading the way.
"No, I don't mind," I replied as I followed from behind.
This time around, I was not on his bed. We knelt beside his bed in prayer thanking God for His unfailing love, amazing grace and His undeserved mercy...🙌
I was dead, and now alive again; I was lost, and found.
I am Sister Onyeche and this is my confession on how God saved and transformed my life Previously from the Bed Of Fornication To Altar Of Worship.
*🚦 CONCLUSIONS:*
You have just read the True Life Story Of sister Onyeche and her encounter with the Lord and right now...... I Evang Paulinus Paul is ministering ....To all those in the church of God but still struggling with one sin or the other.
Please don't just relax in that sin. Hold on to Christ ✝ for a little while.
The Lord is more interested in helping you than you are interested in helping yourself.
Honestly my beloved you can't help yourself to overcome that secret tormenting sin that has infested on your spiritual bone marrow for years and you still pulling weight in the church ⛪
❇ Now listen to me...
⏩ You can speak in tongues and miss Heaven.
⏩ You can win souls and miss Heaven.
⏩ You can see vision
and miss Heaven.
⏩ You can cast out Devil and miss Heaven.
⏩ You can perform miracles and still miss Heaven.
⏩ You can read the whole Bible 📖 and miss Heaven.
⏩ You can attend all church ⛪ services, fellowship activities and camp meetings and still miss Heaven.
⏩ You can have anointing and miss Heaven.
⏩ You can have all spiritual gifts and miss Heaven.
⏩ You can be rich 💰, prosperous and wealthy and still miss Heaven.
⏩ You can give and sow seeds and still miss Heaven.
⏩ You can wield power and be influential in the church ⛪ and still miss Heaven.
⏩ You can have a powerful voice to sing 🎶 and people will broke down in tears 😢 for altar call and still miss Heaven.
⏩ You can also have fame and popularity in the church and miss Heaven.
⏩ You can prophesy and still miss Heaven....for Christ sake 🤦♂
••• But you can't be a fervent man or woman of addicted Prayer 👏 with serious Personal Relationship with God and Miss Heaven.... It's Absolutely impossible!!!!
The Devil 😈 can perform perfectly better in everything .....more than everybody... including all those spiritual exercise and activities in the household of faith but I hate Prayer 😲.
....and when I say "PRAYING PRAYER" ..... I don't mean praying for 20—30 minutes, I mean setting your whole Heart ♥ aflame 🔥 in Prayers and never wish to stop.
However, if you have already fallen a victim of sexual secret immoral Lifestyle and still ministering and officiating in the Church ⛪ or involved in stealing, telling lies, abortion etc.....
My dear... you may likely not survive your own encounter.....a
"You May Even Died Tonight If God Withdrew His Grace 😢 ... and that is why you need to rededicate your life to Christ NOW!!!..... by saying below "Salvation Prayer" and feel free to contact me for counseling.
*🚦CONFESSION AND ACCEPTANCE OF CHRIST:*
Dear Lord Jesus Christ; I admit that I am a sinner. I have done many things that don’t please you. I have lived my life for myself only. I am sorry, and I repent. I ask you to forgive me. I believe that you died on the cross for me, to save me.
You did what I could not do for myself. I come to you now and ask you to take control of my life; I give it to you. From this day forward, help me to live every day for you and in a way that pleases you. I love you, Lord Jesus, and I thank you that I will spend all eternity with you in Jesus name i pray. Amen 🙌
I DROP MY PEN...
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