Letter To Self

​Lately,little things have a way of teaching me life’s lesson.

  To get to work most mornings I have to go through two means of transportation, a Keke and a bike. The Keke from my bus stop to a particular bus stop then the bike from there to the office. Not only is it really stressful it is time consuming. I often prefer the straight trip’s which was by a taxi from my bus stop straight to work. To find a taxi on that road in the morning was like finding a needle in a hay sack( no kidding).

  Today I was running late and if I couldn’t get a straight means to work I was bound to be very late. I said a little prayer ” Please I need a taxi to take me straight to work,Jesus amen”. Somehow I expected on reaching the road to find a taxi there waiting but I didn’t.Instead I saw shoals of Keke swimming by. After sometime I reasoned; ‘perhaps I should just flag down one and stick to the normal routine since the one I prayed for was no where in sight. Hence I would just manage.

Then I heard it clearly in my spirit “Wait for your prayer”. For a moment I froze because the realization those words brought hit me. Seconds later right at the end of the fleets of Keke was the taxi I needed.

  Oftentimes we pray for something and it seems not to have arrived or happened when we expected it to,so we settle for ” sorta-kindas”/ almost-like-it because we are scared to arrive, achieve or make it too late. See don’t give in, just a little patience,a little more patience and you would see right at the end of those fleets of Keke lies that taxi, that answer you have hoped for.

     Stay with your prayer.

“God’s never late,we’re just impatient”–Lecrae

                                   LifeasChristy.

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GOD’S BRUSH STROKES.

You are,
A painter’s touch
The spring of existence
A sculptor’s hand
The root of creation
A poet’s word
The psalm of David.

You are,
The beauty of a broken branch;
The mockery of perfection.

You are,
The courage in Daniel;
The bravery in David,
The strength of a thousand warriors,
A ray in the rain,
The dance in Jehoshaphat.

You are the reason the sun meets the Earth in an endless horizon.

You are God’s brush strokes.
@LifeasChristy

Start Again.

​We had moments that took to the wind,

We had laughter’s that got lost in the storm,

We had aspirations that sunk beneath the currents

We took to the waves in the wrong direction

We made choices that pushed the shores further away

Now we drown in our doubts as our lungs struggles to hold unto life. 

If we could float up to the surface and just start all over again,

That would make a difference.

Let me write so you can live.

​In time past,the thought has flown

Countless times my mind beholds

What it would feel like to be hit on a road.

Being alone on this route,

It is hard to believe when told

Couples past here since old

And came out whole.

With my heart in pieces

I struggle to breath.

In order to test this theory

I must try to live

But in order to live

I must die through my pen.

I write death away.

I would write till it gets to you,

Let me write

So you can live.

#IWriteAgainstSuicide

#LifeasChristy

A LITTLE KINDNESS 

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How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”~ William Shakespeare

The other day I was going through my friend’s (Itofa) blog, he wrote a lovely piece on kindness that got me thinking…
I remember one faithful day I boarded a bus home beside me sat a guy. I can’t really remember how we started chatting but he was on his way to see a friend when his phone battery died making it impossible for him to call his friend and get direction to the house. He asked if I could lend him my battery to call his friend (take my battery out of my phone and give it to him). I just met this guy and he was asking me to remove my phone battery. I thought it over in my head, well what’s the worst that can happen from being kind to a stranger? So, I obliged, took out my battery and he used it.

  That was six years ago!
  Ever since then we have been great friends, I’ve learnt a lot from him.His dreams are so big and so specific, year after year I’ve watched him grow into the man he has always wanted to be,I’ve watched God use him to bless many lives just by observing him I’ve learnt alot and I wouldn’t have gotten to know someone this amazing if I hadn’t shown a little kindness that day.
  A little kindness here and there goes a long way.
In prov3:3 the Bible said”do not let kindness and truth leave you…

And in Heb13:2a”do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers”
  In the book of Acts chapter 28 when Paul and his guys arrived an Island called Melita, they were soaked to the bone because it rained. The people of the island showed them kindness by building a fire so the apostles could sit around,they dried them up and gave them a place to sleep.

In verse 8 it was recorded that the father of the chief who took them in was sick with fever and a bloody flux, Paul healed him. 

On hearing this others that were sick around came out and were healed. Due to the kindness this people showed the apostles their Island became a healing ground that night.

The benefits of kindness are enormous.

Kindness brings about happiness . Just watching peoples countenance change when you’ve done something good for them is enough to lighten your mood making you happy and increase your self esteem because you were part of bringing someone Joy.

Kindness boosts better relationships, it shows people we value them and that they matter.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson rightly said “It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself”.

In being kind/helping others we are indirectly helping ourselves. 

A lot of Jesus’s work on earth was starggered by compassion. See

*Luke 7:13-“when the Lord saw her He felt compassion for her…

*matt15:32-“And Jesus called His disciples to Him and said”I feel compassion for the people…

*matt9:36-“seeing the people,He felt compassion for them…

*matt20:34-“moved with compassion Jesus touched their eyes….

And on and on.
Live a life of kindness,just a little smile can change someone’s entire day.

#LifeasChristy 

MADE OF MUSIC

If my life was music
I will discover beauty in all things
Like the melody erupting
From the skillful fingers of raindrops
on the rooftop
Mingling with the ground
In orchestral symphony.

If my life was music
I would have lyrics blazing
From within like Jeremiah
Flaming with life
Till it reaches a crescendo
Where everyone’s soul pops with glee.

If my life was music
I would have lyrics tasting
Sweet as Ezekiel’s scroll
On the tongues of all
Who wants to take a bite
Till all bitter hearts be done with bile

If my life was music
Like the deafening sound of thunder
Or as a priest with a shofar
I will take his praises to unknown sea shores
Causing endless flow of symphony.

If my life was music
I will hum to the Heavens
With melody in my heart
I will tune my mind to the benevolent
Ambience of His presence.

If my life was music
I will sing with largesse
In unknown languages
Because I have been skilled sparingly

If my life was music
I will bring to life
That concert within me
Erupting like a lava
Responding to deuteronomy 4:24

If my life was music
Silence would seize to exist
I will proclaim from the mountains
Teaching the world songs of His goodness

If my life was music
With my ten strings
To the rhythm of life’s blues
I will sway
As I observe how powerful He is
The Conductor of nature’s Opera

HELP ME OH LORD,I PRAY. 

Help me O Lord, this I pray
Be my rudder, lest I sway

The world calls me out to play

Leave the cross and come this way

O how I have become fray 

Left royalty to play with clay

What can I do? What’s to say?

Save I want You day by day

Holding your hand all the way

Holding me up like a tray

So I do not fall by the way

Alas I cry, how I bray 

I recall when I used to lay 

On Your chest and hear You say

‘I am Your Life, Truth, and Way

Abide in Me, lest you sway

For My shoulders are but dray 

For you to cast on and lay

Your burdens if you may’

I yearn for You, night, noon, and day

To hear the sweet words You say

But I’m soaked in miry clay

Dirty, hence kept You at bay

‘I’m dirty, filthy’, I say

You smile and say, ‘come that way’

Now my soul sings out and say

Help me O Lord, this I pray

Be my rudder, lest I sway.

I’m not Afraid, but sometimes I am. 

​Dim lights,

Still too bright

Scorching deep with bravery still in bars. 

If I could take hope, I would give her wings to soar the sky expanse .

If I were strong enough I would tilt gravity, 

Teaching my me to sprout faith bigger than a mountain. 

Talking with nature and hearing her tales. 

I could shake a little sea if I break free. 

I’m not afraid 

But

Sometimes I am. 

                            LifeasChristy.