When I look back at my life as a teenager and a young adult, I begin to count my blessings, 1,2,3,4, well not literally, but counting them for real should be fun. I am reminded of a song by Sinach Joseph called “He did it again”. It says; “I’m counting my blessings, I just can’t keep it to myself. When I thought that he has done too much, oh oh oh, Jesus did it again.”
I often feel there is so much to release from my bowels, so much to share, so much to say. You see positive experiences in life are not to be shelved or hidden, but rather to be shared with others. When we open up to others and share our positive experiences, it ignites hope and suggests that there is a possibility that things can change.
I dreamt a lot as a youth, I dreamt and I believed, I dreamt and I claimed, I dreamt and I worked. It was the best days of my life because I dreamt and refused to accept that hindrances existed. I really don’t remember doubting or thinking that “I can’t”. Fear would come but I would do it anyhow. Consequently, I enjoyed the rewards and I felt it was well deserved because of the choices I made. My choices emerged from the godly beliefs and principles embedded in my soul. I was determined to walk the straight and narrow and I did it with expectations of a blessed life. I resolved to follow Jesus; when I fell down, I got back up, when I fell down again, I got back up again.
Your story may be completely different and that’s ok, it does not mean that you are of lesser value. It means that you have hurdles to climb over and bridges to cross and so you might as well put on your shoes and start walking towards your purpose.