A Message from Below…

It only takes a moment for a story to be told for a life-time.

So there I was asleep in the dark surrounded by four brave walls and cushioned by a single bed positioned in one of the corners. I dont have much of a pillow left but as long as I can keep the pillow case on, I’ve got enough to dream on.

He’s got guts of steel, that much I have to give him. But I need to find something to give him from my heart. I dig deep and all I can find is Pity. Pity and a Prayer – that much he has earned. My respect he decided he does not need, and my phone he stole!

So I was asleep one Monday night relieved thinking I had made it through the day that nobody loves to participate in. Deep in the night he creeped in and I must have been just as deep in sleep when I didn’t hear him temper with the window.

Clearly I don’t have good hearing, but I surely have the nose to smell a rat. And that’s when it hit me, I was not alone in my private space. I opened my eyes to the sight of his dark figure and in an instant I exploded into shouts of hope – trying to make it as scary as possible and it worked, when faced with fight or flight the coward was out in a flash…not that I was particularly keen on a fight, you know, I was barely awake.

So he jumped out of the window from which he entered and with him – my phone he stole. He must be gutted, that was all he could get his hands on. But I must be even more relieved that he did not manage to get his dirty hands on my soul.

He’s cost me a full month without my phone and without it I simply cannot blog. My blog to me is like I’m writing a special text to a friend, to you…and I just can’t do that on the laptop for some reason. But in that month I learnt a lot and God has been faithful and the phone has been replaced and I could have cried many nights over that phone and still I would have been here right now with a smile in my heart.

So I wanna tell you this story from the bottom, the place where you feel like your good deeds are never seen while your mistakes are never missed, I have been there and I come now with a lesson: you cannot jump unless you first get a good launch – you cannot launch until you get on your feet and it only takes a moment for a story to be told for a lifetime.

It’s all in the journey of life, in my constant battle as a young-adult and coming to terms with maturity, I am slowly seeing that not everything is as bad or good as it seems, the excitement is in finding out which one it is and the growth is in determining which one you emphasise.

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