When Obedience Speaks and Disobedience Echoes
Nov 05, 2025
A couple of days ago, on Sunday, I sat in church listening to a woman sh-AIR her testimony.
She spoke with a trembling kind of gratitude, the kind that lets you know the story could easily have ended differently.
In prayer, she had heard a clear instruction from God.
No drama. No theatrics. Just a quiet nudge ~ “Do this. Now.”
An instruction that she thankfully obeyed.
And the result of that obedience became the miracle she came to testify about.
As a church, we celebrated; we smiled heartily, and clapped with fervor.
But as she spoke, something in her story struck me like a whisper with a sharp edge.
It cut deeply enough to sit with Mee hours later, piercing my soul in the process.
Specific actions trigger specific outcomes.
Her obedience opened the door to life, literally.
Had she hesitated or ignored that prompting, her story might not have been a testimony.
In her own words, disobedience could have cost her life.
And in that moment, a sobering thought settled in my spirit:
We celebrate testimonies of obedience,
but we rarely stop to imagine
the silent consequences of disobedience.
We love the glory of the miracle,
but not the weight of the instruction that preceded it.
It then dawned on Mee, albeit painfully, as one who questions God A LOT, that if she had died,
people would have gathered and asked questions of God.
Some would have cried, “Lord, why?”
Others might have whispered accusations,
judging Him unfaithful because the ending didn’t look like victory.
Yet they would never know the missing verse in the story.
The instruction that could have preserved.
The answer that came before the danger.
The still small voice we sometimes treat as optional.
Kabiyesi.
The unquestionable One.
The supernatural begins where human ability ends.
But sometimes the supernatural begins earlier … way earlier : )
It begins right at the point where we choose to obey a whisper that makes no sense.
We enjoy testimonies of obedience.
We seldom acknowledge the invisible mercies that cushion our disobedience #sigh
the miracles that never materialized,
the harm we narrowly escaped without knowing,
the cycles we could have shortened but didn’t,
the peace we forfeited because we hesitated.
And yet…
God remains faithful.
Not because we get it right every time,
but because faithfulness is who He is #Selah
…not a reward for our perfection.
Grace covers our stumbles.
Mercy keeps watch when discernment fails.
Love holds us steady, even when we drag our feet.
He preserves.
He guides.
He waits.
He redirects.
He rescues, sometimes silently.
Not because we always listen,
but because He cannot deny Himself.
Kabiyesi.
Unquestionable.
Unchanging.
Still faithful.
Always faithful.
May we honor His whispers.
May we not romanticize testimonies so much
that we forget the obedience that birthed them.
And may we never take lightly the quiet instructions
that carry life, protection, alignment, and grace.
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