My fellowship recently had a Bible study quiz on the book of Ezra, and after reading the book I decided to trek through the book of Nehemiah. To understand the fullness of Nehemiah, you have to travel through Ezra first. Better yet, go all the way back to 1 + 2 Kings and slog your way through some of the awful rulers and destructive details, and the beauty of Nehemiah will come into full view.
Nehemiah starts as a government worker for a foreign king. But, led by the stirring within his heart, he becomes a builder who steps into the story to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
As the rebuilding commences, so does the opposition to the reconstruction.
There are constantly people on the sidelines with loads of commentary about the process, even though they’re not participating at all in the process. This is true of a lot of circumstances in life. People on the sidelines will always have a lot to say about what you’re setting out to do, especially if that thing is against the norm or outside of the things they feel comfortable with.
I remember when I first started blogging in my first year after secondary school; some people were so supportive of the process. They read every new post. They encouraged me with everything they had. They rallied for me and my dream to become a writer (because, yes, that’s where this dream began- with this blog on WordPress). They were my fuel. They were my stamina. They were the continual thudding in my heart that told me, “Go, go, go. You’ve got this.”
And then there was another select group of people, off on the sidelines, who had everything to say behind the scenes but never to my face. They made fun of the blog. They made backhanded comments. They ridiculed it from every angle. Worse than anything, these people weren’t strangers.
Here’s the reality: Some people would be far more comfortable if you would stop it…
If you would squash those bigger dreams…
If you would settle for less…
If you would ignore the brag of your heart and just be comfortable with what you have. People will always be far more comfortable with that kind of life. But what about you? Are you okay with that kind of life?
If you listen to the people on the sidelines long enough– you’ll become one of them. Slowly but surely, you will become the person who comments on what everyone else is doing. You’ll stop stepping forward. You’ll stop spurring others on. You’ll find the dark within the good when you are meant to find the good within the dark.
Take heart if you’ve acquired haters on your journey. It typically means you’re doing something right.
I’m struck by Nehemiah’s response to the sideline taunters. The first thing he does is he speaks back at them. He doesn’t cower. He doesn’t grow smaller in size. He doesn’t dim his light to make other people comfortable.
He declares boldly, “The God-of-Heaven will make sure we succeed! We’re his servants and we’re going to work, rebuilding. You can keep your nose out of it.”
But the opposition keeps coming. These people on the sidelines are so angry at this point. If I were Nehemiah, I definitely would have started humming a familiar tune of self-doubt and given my mind over to more negative thoughts by this point.
In their ridicule, Nehemiah cries out to God. He prays boldly and gets back to work. As I’m reading this, I can’t help but think about all the times I haven’t prayed.
Here’s a short list of all the things I typically do before praying when I feel opposition coming on:
I shroud myself in shame.
I wonder, are the critics right?
I let my mind feast and spiral into a negative black hole.
I ask others if there is weight to the negativity.
I hold back.
I let the negativity take me from the current moment, and it’s all downhill.
Nehemiah understood the assignment. He understood the work was essential and God-ordained.
He wasn’t going to let anything deter him. He mouths a prayer, “God, I don’t have time to deal with this. I’m on assignment. You can have the critics- deal with them how you will.”
Boom. A prayer we can pray 57 times today. Each time, we get a little stronger. A little more confident. A little more sure of the assignment at hand.
Socrates famously said, “The unexamined life is not worth living” and while this dictum is certainly true, self-reflection is not necessarily an easy thing to practice. We live in an incredibly fast-paced world, our mobile phones are constantly buzzing, social media is infinitely calling, and Netflix always has something new to binge on. Taking the time for reflection is now a bit of a lost art.
I turned 19 three weeks ago and if I’ll be honest, I don’t have any idea what I’m doing anymore and I’ve never been more excited (lowkey terrified) to find out. 19 feels like my water year – no longer rooted, but gold, flowing; embracing surge, embracing life.
Looking back at my life before 19, it felt to me that I lived in a relatively unconscious or semi-conscious state. And now, I am ready for life. I am ready to live. And I’ll like this year to be a real wake up call to live unconsciously.
That bit of wisdom made me reach out to some people I know with a vast store of life wisdom. I learn from these fine people, and I know firsthand that collectively, they are the keepers of tremendous wisdom and healthy ideas. They are guardians of life knowledge the rest of us can benefit from if we’d only take time to listen.
So recently, I asked these amazing individuals one simple question – what advice would you give your 19-year-old self? Here are their answers:
Almost all the time, we have our heads buried in wanting a result or building a future that we fail to absorb what’s present. We worry too much about the future, shift plans to the future (because we believe that the future is the best time for whatever we’ve conceived), and fail to live in the now. We fail to harness the power of now because we have our eyes fixed on the future.
Here’s what I have realized – There’s no future without the present. This present works the future so whatever you do now dominates a greater part of your future. It’s not like a future is reserved somewhere and you will be ushered into it. Have a routine and stick to it. Good things don’t happen in isolation. One intentional step after the other takes one to one’s destination. We often time wait on lifts while we can climb a stair of steps. A stream flows into a river over time if it won’t stop flowing (I love to think we are tributaries). But many want to be rivers without flowing first. So, sometimes, they dry.
Don’t play the game of comparison. It kills one’s reasoning. Be yourself. Be confident in your skin.
Get a Godly mentor to guide you on this journey to avoid making mistakes/errors. Some mistakes can easily be avoided because you have someone who has gone through such a process and learned his/her lessons.
Give room for growth. It’s okay to make mistakes but it’s not okay to wallow in regret or mistakes, rather pick your lessons from them.
Choose your friends wisely. Your network determines your net worth. Choose friends who are goal-getters and of like minds.
My 19 was free. I knew what freedom looks like even though I wasn’t caged before. I saw and felt the freedom to be, the freedom to live. I learned how to write my own stories, literally. Not to sound too abstract. I ventured into literary arts writing with little or no knowledge of literature. I never had a history in arts too, so, coming into the writing scene felt new and liberating. I was able to free my ideas into lines of poetry, a bulk of unedited prose, and trickles of drama.
So, one thing I think perfectly describes that moment is FREEDOM. I was creating at will, most of the time. It then grew into what it is now – what I am now.
If I get to speak to the 19-year-old me, I’d only say; EXPLORE MORE, as much as you would have, as much as you can.
If I could advise my 19-year-old self, what would I say?
Appreciate the gift of people. I know that one tough quality I never had was relying on people, trusting people, and holding on to people. I have gotten better at this, but it would have been much better if I knew it early. To know that no one comes into my life without a reason.
To be sincere, I don’t think there’s much I would say to my younger self. She was a younger, imperfect yet perfect version of me. All I did to her was improve and smoothen out my shortcomings.
Okay, there’s something else I would say and that’s “to take life one day at a time.” I worried so much as a young girl (I’m still young anyway). I worried about everything and anything and I was quick to anger. Many people complained about the constant lack of a smile on my face but I didn’t care. This habit is something I’m still trying to fight. So, if I could have said anything to my 19-year-old self, I’d tell her to chill. Relax babe, you’re going to get where you’re going, no need to rush. Stop worrying because God has you and you have the greatest backing.
If there’s a piece of advice I wish I had gotten earlier before 19, it would be the fact that the best of God for me, for us, for anyone, might be the least of what we envisioned.
If anyone has a definition of what ‘best’ is, that would be God. I was just this naive and zealous young man who didn’t really know what life is about. Never envisioned failures. All I could see was a smooth smooth journey, like a Smoove drink. (Even the sound of “Smoove” causes a vibration in the vocal cords. So how is that smooth?)
I failed so many times. I broke my neck, broke my back at certain points. Even with the wounds and my backbones looking for their sockets again, I still moved. I still leaped.
Only if I had known, that the best of God for me might seem the opposite, to me (so to speak) at some point, I would have prepared for 19. I would have maybe worn some protective gear. Maybe wore hiking shoes to hike the mountains. Maybe take some extra water and bread. Maybe take along extra sweatshirts for the cold nights. And maybe, take an extra wine to celebrate my wins.
It’s so beautiful to be 19. My life started that year.
At age 19, I had my wins and my losses for sure. As they say, you win some and lose some.
MY SPIRITUAL LIFE: My walk with God was not balanced. I struggled with balancing the doctrines and teachings in school fellowship with what I had known from home. Also, God was to me a mean God, who once you decide to come to Him, you must be perfect else He strikes you dead at the slightest opportunity. I struggled a lot and I had an almost non-existent relationship with God.
TO 19-YEAR-OLD ME: Baby, God is the best thing that could have ever happened to you. He’s a loving Father and a just God. He is always on your side, He is for you and not against you.
MY ACADEMICS: I had my first carryover at this age. I was shattered, I was down, I was almost broken.
My result in my 2nd year in the university was nothing to write home about. I was confused. How am I not writing the right things? How am I to answer these law questions? What exactly do these lecturers want from me and a lot more? Maybe I’m not as smart as I thought I was. Maybe this law is not for me and lots more.
TO 19-YEAR-OLD ME: I know you messed up and that’s okay. It’s okay not to get a hang of everything the first time. You’re okay and you’re fine, however, you should have spent more time reading, understanding, and regurgitating everything. You are smart and you’re worth everything good in this life.
BUSINESS ASPECT: Well, this aspect makes me proud. I launched my business at age 19. I started boldly and I took huge risks. I spent my birthday on the streets of OAU advertising my bedsheets to 100-level students who had just resumed. I took huge risks this year. I also had a few losses, times I doubted myself, sold below my profit margin just to retain customers, and many more.
TO 19-YEAR-OLD SELF: I can’t be more proud of you right now, you took a huge risk that is now making way for you. I’m proud you took that huge step, however, you should never doubt yourself. You work so hard for every penny you’ve ever made, and you should never sell yourself cheap.
RELATIONSHIP ASPECT: I spent my 19th year so angry, bitter, and full of hate. I hated the male gender, I was hurt and I held on to my hurt, I refused to let go and let God heal me. God! I had no relationship with anything “male”, I could barely stand them. I just would never let anyone get close.
TO MY 19-YEAR-OLD SELF: I’m sorry for your hurt. I’m sorry you had to endure so much hurt and pain, and I’m sorry your young heart had to hold on to so much hatred and bitterness. However, I know God heals, let Him wash away the hurt, talk to Him about it all and leave it with Him, don’t carry that load of hurt with you. It’s okay to be down, you don’t have to be strong all the time, you can ugly cry if it’ll make you better, but never continue with the bitterness. I love you, little heart.
Live for something. Simply put, live purposefully.
Starve your distractions– gadgets, friends, e.t.c, and focus on what truly moves the needle. Read so well and study so hard.
Keep your circle of friends simple. There’s no award for who has the largest number of friends.
Be there for your close ones. Be present.
Kill every feeling of jealousy. Kill it as fast as it arises.
You want to be in a relationship? Define YOU first. Don’t rush.
A lot of things will not matter in the coming years, so, chill. This is the best time to take all the calculated risk. Take that course now. Start that business. Build that connection. What’s the worst that can happen?
Stay happy. Kill guilt. Learn from your mistakes and move on.
We all have much to learn from others in our lives, especially those who have perspective that results from living life, experiencing life, and learning life’s lessons through the years. I encourage all of us to listen carefully to the people around us. You just may find the piece of wisdom you need to help you in a difficult moment.
Do you have a favorite piece of advice that you wish you had known when you were younger? Feel free to share your wisdom with us in the comment section below. We’re excited to hear from you.
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You might not be 19. But still ask: What do you want to tell yourself today?
On cutting off the dead things and watching new things come to life.
Five months ago, I wrote about a plant on my room’s balcony that takes nothing but occasional water to keep it alive. And still, that plant started suffering from the very beginning. If you remember the post, I’m sad to announce that I met it dead when I resumed school. The poor little plant’s leaves had turned brown and had wilted.
I wish I could write that I disposed of the plant and moved on with my life, but that dang plant sat on the balcony for the next three weeks. It just sat there, taunting us and daring us to move it. I kept telling myself that this would be the day I’d heave the plant. It sat there. And it sat there. And it sat there.
This week, I walked outside on our balcony and noticed a new plant sitting in the sunlight and soaking up the rays.
“What is that?” I asked my roommate. “Did we get another plant?!”
“It’s the plant,” she said. “The same one from before.”
I did a double-take. No way. This plant was vibrant and green. This plant looked healthy. This could not be the little dead plant that was left alone for far beyond 14 days. This plant was THRIVING.
I wondered who decided to give it one more go. Who trimmed the dead leaves, resituated the plant, and covered it in new soil. And how in a matter of a day, that plant had life back in its leafy limbs. I was shocked and amazed.
This morning, as I’m taking my cereal and writing this post, the plant is sitting outside, living her best life. She is glowing, and she’s in her element– finally living how she was always meant to live. I don’t know what changed, but I also think it’s remarkable that you could show up with a pair of scissors, cut off the dead things, and watch new things come to life. With just a little time and energy, and the will to try again, something is different this time around.
It makes me think of the passage in Isaiah 43, “See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”
Cut off the dead things and watch new things come to life.
I don’t know who needs to hear it, and I honestly don’t know what “that plant” is in your life today, but I felt so compelled to show up here today and say this:
Try to save the plant.
Maybe you’ve tried a million times before. Perhaps you have one more little try left in you. Cash it in.
Give it one more shot.
Try to save the plant.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about this blog and how we’ve been going strong for the last one plus year. We’ve been through so much together. We’ve learned together and I’m honored to play the smallest role in your becoming.
But as I’ve been thinking about it lately, I keep remembering the feeling of knowing I always belonged at the table. And if there is any feeling I could ever hope to conjure with my writing, I pray it would be that one. I pray my words will bring you a sense of hope. I pray they would feel like coming home or finding shelter from the rain. I pray you always know, no matter how much time goes on, that I will make space for you here. You always have a seat at my table and I want you here. There’s always a space for you here.
I pour my heart out on this blog and I love getting to interact with so many of you. But there are also so many of you that I never get to know about and I want to. So I’m asking earnestly, will you write back to me today? Will you let me know you’re out there? Just tell me about yourself. Whatever you want to say.
I want to know you’re at the table. I want to know how you got here. I want to know if you like cookies. I want to know how you make your tea and what you worry about at night when the rest of the world goes to sleep. You can tell me anything. You can tell me nearly nothing. You can even attach a picture if you want— of you, or your beautiful family. Whatever. I just would love to spend some time reading about you for once.
This community matters so much to me and I would really love to know the faces who sit at the table day after day to read my posts. We’ve built a really beautiful thing together and I pray it’s a table that only gets longer as time goes on.
I know it sometimes feels like the world forgot about you but I pray you always know you belong in this corner of the online world. The lights are on in the kitchen for you. The cookies are set on the table. The tea is being made and the kettle will be hissing soon. Come inside, friend. Have a seat.
If you’d like to connect with me beyond WordPress, here is my WhatsApp link for more access. I hope to see you there.
“You’re this thin, yet you’re not beautiful? You’d better not add weight.”
That unsolicited advice from my former classmate never left my head. Her words messed me up badly. That was 2017, my first year as a high school Senior.
“You’d better not add weight.”
Her words followed me everywhere. I started to have this intense fear of gaining weight. I thought I could control my weight and shape. And to some extent, I did.
I resumed at my boarding school, a healthy young girl. I left with an eating disorder no one knew about.
I hid it well from my friends and classmates so that no one noticed my frequent skipping of meals, refusal to eat, and denial of hunger.
After all, I was that girl who was always seen consuming junk or talking about food. But was I really eating?
Yup, you guessed right: I wasn’t.
Every school break and holiday had my mum complaining about my extreme weight loss, but she attributed it to the school meals. Little did she know…
Looking back now, I can’t help but cringe at the idea of me inducing vomiting and frequently measuring my weight.
I wanted no fat. I wanted no weight. I wanted thin me, with no addition nor loss.
I couldn’t bear being described as ugly. If starving myself would make me beautiful, then fine, I’m gonna starve myself.
But that definitely wasn’t the end or beginning of it all.
Spending the whole of 2021 at home was a big nightmare for me and when the comments like “You’re adding weight already”,”Your cheeks are getting bigger”, started coming in, I knew I was already slacking off.
My fear kicked in, and the cycle started all over again.
I would make excuses for not eating, deny hunger, skip meals and even lie about how much food I’d eaten.
This eating disorder turned me into a compulsive liar. I just couldn’t help it. All I was concerned about was not adding weight and hiding it from my family.
And boy! did I do a perfect job at hiding it.
My big brother was the first to notice my extreme weight loss. He would comment on my fatigue, large intake of water, and insomnia,
But trust me to go all- defensive. The very first day he mentioned the chance of me having an eating disorder, I refused to agree.
“I do not have an eating disorder. I’m just watching my weight, right? I definitely don’t have an eating disorder.”
I refused to accept my obsession with my weight.
My sister-in-law also joined in on the campaign.
“Are you starvingyourself?” She would ask over and over again. My response was always “No.”
Funnily enough, despite all their mentions of extreme weight loss, all I kept seeing, every time I checked myself in the mirror for flaws, was fat.
Lots of fat.
Then the effects start showing.
I couldn’t tolerate cold, I was always tired –even without doing anything, stopped seeing my period, was always anxious, and oh! the mood swings and disorders.
I became so thin that I hated that same frame I was obsessed with maintaining.
My family had to step in. The recovery process is another story entirely ’cause I’m still recovering.
Now, I’ve gained a better sense of who I am and I’m slowly returning to healthier eating habits. I love my shape now. I love me – the beautiful me.
Whether thin or fat, who cares?
I’m so glad my self-esteem finally left the basement. And I really wished I never let the words of an insecure 14 year old girl get to me.
But it’s all in the past.
All I breathe now is fresh air.
Our society will never stop body-shaming, but I can choose to respond positively to it, yeah?
While people often associate body shaming with people on the big side, skinny shaming can be equally harmful to a person’s well-being.
This is not to equate thin-shaming with fat-shaming. Body shaming in any form is unwarranted, but it is important to acknowledge that thin people still hold an advantage as our society glorifies thinness.
I’ve been a skinny girl all my life but I’ve still had to battle with insecurities since forever. I’ve stored a lot of anger inside me against my family, relatives, friends, and strangers who contributed to my insecurities and low self-confidence.
I’m tired of your many insensitive questions.
You don’t need to ask if I’m dieting. I’m not! My body type should not make you make silly conclusions.
You don’t need to tell me to eat something. My Mama’s meals are delicious and I eat them three times a day.
Thank you for caring so much about my health!
You don’t need to tell me what to wear and what not to. I can’t pull off all outfits and nobody else can, for goodness’s sake!
Sometimes I hate how dresses hang on my thin frame. Sometimes I hate how shortchanged I was in the chest department. So I don’t need your advice to fuel my insecurities ok?
You don’t need to tell me why I need more curves on my body. I don’t need them! You only want them on me because I do not fit your standards or measurements of beauty.
And if you’re not comfortable with what you see, then you may need to take your eyes off me and fix them on someone else, got that?
You don’t need to call me names. I already have one – a real name, and you know it so use it!
I do not need your unsolicited advice; Keep ’em for no one else.
In fact, scratch that…chew and swallow your advice!
I’m still learning to love myself in my thin frame. My best friend is still taking my unaware pictures to show me how beautiful I am.
I’m still learning how to wear my collarbone with pride. I’m still learning to view my beauty from God’s view.
I’m still learning confidence from the words of Psalm 139:14. But till I completely learn, do not make me feel insecure by passing rude comments about what I can’t control.
I fit curse pesin.
Okay, I won’t.
But, don’t provoke me to!
This post is dedicated to MB Banks. I shared this with him some months back and he helped pull my words together. Thank you for listening. Thank you for letting me know that my weight is not a burden. Thank you for making me realize that I am a beautiful ball of magic and fire. Thank you. Really.❤
Edited by Daniela Obike.
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Everyone struggles with motivation issues at one point or the other. Whether you are having a hard time finding the motivation to do your laundry or work on a business pitch.
Thing is, we all get into slumps.
It is how we choose to deal with it that matters, however.
In this article are 6 ways to help you get back on track.
Now let’s get to the gist of it.
1. Remind yourself why you started.
Whenever you find yourself lacking the motivation to do a task, the best trick is to remind yourself why you started or why you want to start.
It’s quite simple.
Just honestly fill in these gaps:
– I want to do this job because…
– I started doing this because…
Did you find a reason? Yeah! That’s enough motivation to keep going.
Go back and fill those gaps to find your ‘why’ before reading the next one.
The next one:
2. Manage your to-do list.
I’ve always been honest with you, so as now.
To-do lists are good; they keep you on track. But having a long to-do list will leave you feeling pressured and unmotivated.
You’ll agree that it’s quite tough to feel motivated when chores on your to-do list are overwhelming, right?
How then do you solve this?
Take a look at your to-do list and determine if it’s too long. If so, get rid of tasks that are not too essential.
You might even want to move some tasks to another day and that’s fine.
Move the most important things on the list to the top, and get started with one shot at it.
As a result, you might start to feel more motivated to get to work.
3. Reward yourself when you complete tasks.
Who else loves Cola? Gather here for a selfie.
I buy myself Cola whenever I finish a job or I steal one from my Mama’s freezer.
Right, what was I saying?
Yeah, reward yourself for working. Meaning, treat yourself to a small reward for your hard work. You might find that focusing on the small rewards keep you motivated to do the chore.
Experiment with a few different strategies until you find one that works for you.
Just make sure your reward is not sabotaging your efforts. We don’t want to decrease the motivation in the long term, right?
4. Find it from others.
Sometimes it’s hard to get motivated and you need that jumpstart from others. Getting inspired by others can be in form of podcasts, YouTube videos, Instagram posts, and Tweets. You can also absorb motivation from your loved ones, your favorite Instagram accounts, or TV shows.
I’ve found that doing this motivates and inspires me to work harder and smarter, and it can do the same for you.
5. Pair a dreaded task with something you enjoy.
Doing the dishes is every last child’s greatest pain and it’s a task I dread doing. But I’ve found listening to my favorite music a perfect way to walk through that task.
Here are some other tricks I use for tasks I dread:
– Whenever I have to run errands, I go with a friend.
– I procrastinate a lot (nahhh, I’m not proud of it.) and whenever I find myself doing that, I read —just to make the time being wasted productive, and to find the needed motivation.
– I dread cooking but listening to audiobooks makes it enjoyable.
Boost your mood by adding a little fun to something you are not motivated to do. You might even find yourself looking forward to doing the task since it’s been paired with something fun.
It can work for you too. Pair a task you dread, or one you know you might procrastinate doing, with something you enjoy and feel the magic.
6. Stay optimistic.
When you are struggling with motivation, you will likely find many reasons to not take any action.
You might think: “It’ll not turn out well” or “It’ll be too hard” or “Someone else might be better.” These types of thoughts will leave you in the same spot.
Stay optimistic instead. Try arguing the opposite. Forget the “what if it doesn’t?” and focus on the “what if it does?”
When you think you might fail, argue all the reasons why you might succeed.
Developing a balanced outlook will make you more motivated to try.
There are other ways to overcome lack of motivation too, such as:
– Surrounding yourself with people with similar goals.
– Going on a walk with nature.
– Making your tasks “habits”.
– Practicing self-care by being kind and compassionate to yourself.
– Working with an accountability partner.
– Visualize yourself completing the task.
Each way may not work for you, but try to find at least one that you can start practicing.
But then, no be me go tell you wetin you go do.
Because forget motivation, let’s face it,
We all just want to sleep.
Now imagine after reading all these, you still don’t leave me a comment…
An Indian movie I could remember watching as a little kid was “Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani” (Prem’s Amazing Love Story).
The scene where Prem and Jenny wished on a shooting star made this movie so dear to me then.
I so much loved the idea of a shooting star after watching that movie, that I would go out almost every night when the stars are out, desperately looking for a shooting star to wish on.
Imagine my shock when I eventually got to know that a shooting star is just a meteor and not a star.
Now you would say, “What’s the point in all of that? It’s not like my wish will come true. All a shooting star offers is fickle hope.”
I thought that too.
But what’s so powerful about shooting stars?
Yes, in theory, you’re not going to get what you wished for, but the ability to hope for something in return for asking— even when you know it most mostly won’t come true,— is amazing.
You may be wondering, “Why would anyone still do that if they knew nothing would happen anyway?”
It’s stupid, right?
But I love this kind of stupid.
A shooting star is like God, (even though God is nothing like a shooting star.)
We send our prayers and requests to God even if we don’t know whether He’ll bring them to pass, yet we still have faith that He will.
We still have hope that no matter what we’ve been asking for— or no matter how many times we didn’t get it—, we will still go back to Him the next time.
Even more certain are we that we’ll get what we asked for if we keep at it time and time again, until it finally manifests.
In a sense, the shooting star is symbolic of the box we put God in; the wishes we make are symbolic of our prayers and requests that we make known to God.
A lot of us don’t take wishes seriously because we have done that many times without positive results. So when we are asked to make a wish, we become skeptical. And since things aren’t changing and our wishes aren’t coming true, we stop wishing.
Thereafter, we halfheartedly indulge in wishes because we don’t want to wish for something and be let down when it doesn’t come true.
So with God, when we pray and still don’t get what we asked for, it makes us feel as though our prayers are falling on deaf ears.
We begin to doubt God; we begin to stop looking at Him as the God who can do exceedingly abundantly far above anything we ask or think, and then we lose faith.
We start to look at God as a shooting star, a box where our prayers go, unanswered.
But it’s not true!
God hears every prayer, every word we say or think. You may not always get an answer to your prayer the way you want it or when you want it, but you will. Even if what you asked for isn’t for you, He has something bigger.
We have to stop trying to rush Him or tell Him what to do. It’s that His will be done, not ours . Everything is in His timing.
He’s not a place where our hopes and dreams go to die, He is the one that brings them to pass in His timing and in His way.
Never stop seeing the beauty in prayer. With God, He is the one who hears our every word, moves the mountains, and parts the sea just to see them come true.
If you can’t see the beauty in that, the hope that is there, then how can you go boldly to God asking for something and expect to receive it?
Go ahead, say a prayer; and this time when you do, don’t hold back. Believe that you will have whatever it is you’ve been hoping for and be content in the fact that it will happen— even if it doesn’t.
That’s faith. The hope that triumphs over every situation.
Desperately hand over to God everything you’ve been wanting to happen, and let whatever war you’ve got raging in that mind of yours stop.
Now, go ahead and say a prayer.
This time, try with faith.
I am Oluwaferanmi,
And you are loved by God.❤
Edited by Daniela Obike.
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