When God makes you promises, the moment you hear it, you could spend an eternity trying to work out how he will bring them into fruition. I say eternity because the sucky truth about it is that you can never work it out. “God! I knew that was exactly how you were going to do it!” said no one ever. What people with faith often say is “I knew you were going to do it, I didn’t know how but I’m thankful that you did”. The bottom line here is that His ways are nothing like ours, His thoughts don’t match ours and so the moment you think you have it figured out, He has a surprise around the corner.

God asked me to start writing, explicitly and in so many other voices in 2013.  “But I don’t write well God, matter of fact, I hate writing, why do you make me do the things I exceptionally hate?”  As usual in my head God is punishing me but I had a choice between obeying God and well… obeying God; because for me, any other way would be detrimental to my destiny.  And just for the sake of thinking I have choices, I make my choice between the same two things.

Months later, after struggling with what to write exactly, I finished an “epic” screenplay. It was by far the hardest and most disciplined thing I’ve ever done. I didn’t have the story in my head, it came day-by-day, pen to paper, fingers to lappie. I would sit and ask The HS into my heart so His thoughts and intentions would translate into my hands. Here’s the clincher, I still don’t know why I wrote it, what’s going to come of it, what impact it would have and how it’s going to be fleshed out, but as a girl of faith (though little) I believe it’s coming soon to a cinema near you, Amen!

I obeyed, I walked in faith, I did all I thought God asked me to and my life still does not reflect who He says I am. God tells me I am a giant slayer, but I am often lonely, careerless, and misunderstood; I still cling to the past events in my life that I’m not healed from. My mind is still very cluttered with words unspoken, thoughts unopened. I have secrets, deep dark secrets. Just typing those words freak me out and here I am now, God tugging at my heartstrings, telling me to write them all.  “Why?” “Does anyone need to know and would they care? For what purpose?” I don’t have an answer…. I don’t know the outcome. That brings me to the truth about walking with God. It’s an Adventure.

I started The Ministry of Adventure (Themofa) because I have three other loves in my life; food, travel and people. When I created the website three weeks ago, it was called The Losangelist. But I felt it was limiting, it didn’t cross barriers and I wasn’t sure He was feeling the name because I was so uneasy about it. So the name changed to “themofa”. I wasn’t satisfied and I kept asking God, “where are You in it?” I don’t just want to travel, eat and meet people, I want to make a difference, and I want to boast of you and how great of a Dad you are. I couldn’t figure it out because these past three weeks have been the most tumultuous three weeks of my adult life.

A ray of hope came yesterday. I said, “Ok Papa! My world is crumbling, but You want me to put myself out there, risk the little reputation I have left, not know what the outcome would be and tell my all? Well, I will but you see, I had this brilliant idea to create a tourism adventure, culture governmental website, I bought the domain blahhh blahh blahhhh now its all wasted!” But God is soo cool and my fretting is so ugh! He is sitting there with Mike Gabriel sunglasses; legs crossed waiting for me to realize He already answered three weeks ago.  “Google it baby-G” He says. “I did Papa-G that’s why I chose the name”.  But God insists, Thank God He insists “Google the etymology of the word ‘adventure’”. I did and it goes like so…

Adventure is from the Old French adventure aventure Translated to old English, “a risky undertaking of unknown outcome”. Aha! Risk is the word. When you experience visions and dreams that seem to be beyond you, I’m beginning to think it’s normal to feel bouts of fear and uncertainty at first, which often looks like doubt. You become intimidated by the size of what God expects of you, what people will think of you, your family, your friends, those who get it, those who don’t.  Walking with God is Risky business, read the bible from start to finish and you’ll see that I’m right.

Why is it so risky? Because taking risks requires faith, and trust even though you are uncertain of the outcome. The challenges that come with stepping into unfamiliar grounds are His way of stretching you and making you tougher. God was always in it, it just took me three weeks to realize that. So here goes…I am being honest when I say I am scared poopless about the things I’ll be sharing from now on but I find solace right now knowing that I will never fail, I will only learn and grow (Because He causes ALL things to work together for my good).

I don’t know what this is going to turn into; I don’t know who I will help or who is going to help me but I know God is for me and I’m doing this because He said so. I will not write a thing if He doesn’t push me so please know that when I do, I’m being stretched. I implore you all to go with the flow as I explore the depths of my being, my abilities and my purpose.  Most importantly, that you share with me, and share me as I’m yours as you are mine. You all can be Ministers of Adventure too so I welcome your contributions.

I now want to officially welcome you to The Ministry of Adventure.

 Niyi