I happened to get to the station late so ended up missing out on sitting at the front seat as I always do. Fortunately and unfortunately for me, I ended up cramped in the middle of two guys: one with a smelly and sweaty fragrance (if that’s even possible) and the other with a sweaty and kind of nice fragrance. I tried to put my head down, but the sweaty and smelly guy (who I’d henceforth refer to as SS) would not put his arm down and even when he did, my head could still not stay down.
Unfortunately for me, our regular bus preacher had become very familiar with me. To the extent that he asks me where I’m going if I happen to intentionally pass by the bus headed for my destination just to go get some “3broa yatutu” aka “roasted maize”. Because he’d become familiar with me, he gets into the habit of looking into my face for some confirmation or what not – I can’t even tell whilst preaching. It was in a bid to avoid his gaze that I wanted to try putting my head down but since Mr SS wouldn’t let me, I pretended to be doing something on my phone whilst listening to him. And the message he shared, as always touched me and opened my mind to certain ways of thinking that I’d never travelled on before.
I found myself reading this book yesterday afternoon and wondered how come after all these years I’m now getting to read the book. I had encountered it with friends but never bothered to ask any more information about it as the title didn’t sound too catchy to me back then, unlike the way it’s jumping at me now that I’ve devoured the contents. Thinking about how short and concise the story is, makes me more ashamed for not having read it earlier. But the fun part of life is that, everything happens for a reason and in a specific season. This is the time I needed the info and it has come just at the right time. Edward, thanks for recommending the book to me. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy the few lessons I’m gonna share and find a way and time to download the book and read it. Cheers and enjoy!
I wasn’t always this way; I was a child shut in by tradition, afraid to speak of my dreams; Lest I be thrown into a well and shipped off to Egypt; So I learned to dream under wraps: Hidden by thick blankets of self-doubt and people pleasing, A prisoner of despair: my little heart-broken beyond repair; Broken into pieces by the hammer of discouragement, The hammer who spoke a language only I could understand: A language whose chief alphabets spell “YOU CAN’T DO THIS” – “THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU WERE CALLED TO DO“.
For so long, I stayed imprisoned by the shackles of depression and repression; Pushing the gifts deeper down, denying their existence for fear of being unique, I feared being special: being Saved, Prepared, Equipped, Constructed Intrinsically Agile for Life; I couldn’t fathom that I had to be different; it didn’t make any sense to be; Because being different meant being bullied; Different meant being too proud; Different meant being too scared of being wrong; Different meant accepting me for all I was; Different meant accepting the responsibility that I was carved & created for a time like this; That my frame was tall and weight light so I could fly; That my mind worked non-stop so I could provide solutions; That my heart beat with passion for a reason;
I wasn’t always like this, I failed to see that being mediocre was what was killing me; Failed to identify that voice of fear and replace it with faith; Fear that made me stoop and squat when I was made to stand; Fear that crippled me and kept me from running when I was designed to fly; I never used to be this way; Never used to be confident in who God made me to be; Didn’t imagine I could be an influence, much more a positive one; Never dreamt of being a voice to my generation;
I thank God for the revelation; That I was made for such a dispensation; That provision had been made for the great vision; That I had nothing to do with discouragement; Because my influence and fulfilment of purpose and vision is by divine arrangement; I thank God for the liberation; That has caused my life to be a constant purpose celebration.
Whoever you are and whatever you are going through whilst trying to follow God’s will for your life, be encouraged that the vision is for an appointed time and that though it tarried, it will surely come to pass. God doesn’t start anything He wouldn’t or can’t finish. Keep trusting.
Age is just a number. It’s not another member of your body to determine what you can or can’t do. It’s your mindset and the way you choose to see life that affects what you can or can’t do at any appointed time. I remember in scripture when the bible said ” And the Lord said, “Behold, they are one people and they have all one language, and this is only the beginning of what they will do. And nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them.” — Gen 11:6