AN EPISTLE OF JUDAISKY TO AFRICA
AN ARTICLE WRITTEN BY JUDAISKY.
I woke up this morning and hated myself for everything.
I have the knowledge, the sense, the brain, the psychic, the boldness, the pen and everything I need to be somebody in life but what to use to translate them all to finished goods is what I lack.
I felt like crying because I see how small boys and girls waste money and what I need to execute my plans is not up to what they spend in a day.
I just hate myself and why God created me because day by day I see people living big and they don’t have two heads.
Why can’t I be like them?
Am I cursed or something?
But at the same time, I do regret having this thought when I see mad people gallivanting the streets.
I hold my peace when I see the handicapped trying their best to make themselves useful.
I then ask myself why they are happy.
They seem to be more happier than I am,
They seem to be contented even with the way they are.
They seem not to worry for anything.
This commanded lots of questions to roam over me.
Then, just then I remembered in every situation I found myself, I should give thanks to God for there are reasons for everything..
I remembered Jabez and Job, how their lives were a case study for patience, prayer and perseverance today.
Then I wish to be like them.
I want to be patient for God to fix me because I so much believe He has many goodies for me in His store.
God help me.
I don’t know about you or your conviction after reading me after reading this.
Till I cross your path again_
I hang my pen_
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