Can I really do this? Am I good enough? Will this project work out? Can I ever get this job/contract? How would I know the right man? These and other undisclosed intimate questions have been fighting for a space in my mind lately breeding fear, worry and anxiety. I do understand and believe that I have a father who cares greatly for me. I Peter 5 vs 7 spells it out “ cast all our burdens on him because He cares ” but why do I still worry about life issues? Why do I get depressed when am not going at the pace I planned or getting the desired results? Why does it seem like a dead end sometimes? It’s simply because I still wear my pride like a badge and cherish it. Pride and Anxiety come in a full package. What’s the correlation between the two words Anxiety and Pride, you may ask? Just look at the two words, what is the letter in the middle of both of them “I”. A symbol of self. The truth is that you are anxious because you bear burdens not meant for you. Phil 4 ...
“Times are hard,” “times are hard” is the anthem on the lips of most Nigerians. The prices of commodities have skyrocketed. Everyone is adjusting his/her lifestyle and many businesses are closed down until further notice. Food has now become a prized and scarce commodity. Crime is on the rise and unheard cases of suicide is becoming the order of the day. People are just tired. You can then imagine my pain upon seeing a nursing mother begging under the rain & late at night. Guess how much? Just N50 or food from the food vendor across the road! The worst is that most of the people she is begging from only have the option of trekking home famished and cashless. My heart bleeds for my country. On a daily bases,one meets frustrated people roaming the street waiting for who to pounce on. Funny enough, only a punch sends them to an early grave and the culprit to Kirikiri prison.
Staying power overcomes misunderstanding and rejection. Sometimes the people you count on to support you will actually try to undercut you. When God gives you a vision too big for them to handle, they’ll say, ‘You’re getting too big for your boots,’ and then try to cut you down to size - their size! Joseph’s brothers sold him into slavery, then went home and told their father he’d been killed by a wild beast. Can you imagine how Joseph felt when someone asked, ‘Tell me about your family’?
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