Tired? Yes, I was!
I had to come to terms with who I really was.
I had a few other options but I decided to bear my cross.
I had to relinquish all the fun and attention.
I realized at some point—the castles I had taken so much time to build in the air would in no time crumble.
I decided to stand aloof from the crowd.
I resolved to look within and search.
To look away from social media.
To look beyond the superficial—to contact the supernatural.
Yes, I inspired friends and followers or so I thought.
I had admirers, and surely, I admired quite a number.
If I had drenched myself in the pool of comparison, I would in no time have expired.
Had the online life eaten deep into me?
Had I a powerful sight yet could not see?
Had I an excellent mind but could not look beyond beautiful tees and pics?
Had I so much wisdom yet lacked the tangibilities?
Had I all these treasures and left them to rut?
Had I all but the one thing that I needed so much?
Had all these treasures gone with this one thing?
O,’ how I needed time!
More time to think!
More time to read!
More time to plan!
More time to pray!
More time to act!
More time to do so much, still, so little.
How many of these things did I actually get beautifully done?
Was I in a hurry to see results?
Was I in haste to receive acclamations?
Was I eager to be the center of attraction?
Was I engrossed in being someone’s Crush while some sensitive areas of my life were on the verge of being crushed?
Was I oblivious to the painful fact that I had to sit my butt and work?
To search out scriptures and visions—to be in pursuit of my God-given work?
Yes, I had and still have so much strength.
Yet, strength without work as time passes, will surely yield no result.
In physics, power remains the rate at which work is done.
Even if I had all the time and did no work, shame in the time of harvest will be my lot.
O’, I knew I needed redemption.
Redemption of time in these evil days as adviced by the wise King Solomon.
I vowed to work.
Thank God! I finally came to terms with who I really am—who God created me to be—God’s original.
Not someone’s awesome photocopy.
