‘Each day counts‘
While growing up my mother would be the first person to wake up in the house. She would get up and ensure everyone is awake, give us guidelines for the day and she will go back to her bedroom.
When l joined higher education, she stopped waking me up. She had nurtured me and now it was time for my to arise by myself. With all honesty this was a hard paper.
The first instances weren’t easy but when l would hear he door move, l knew am in for trouble because l wasn’t supposed to be still sleeping at that time.
Till l mastered the art of waking up. I spoke to myself, that l must arise before mama comes for me. It wasnt easy because l was attached to her sweet words in the morning, drawing curtains for me and telling her about the dream world for the previous night. I was used to it, such sweet moments of mother and child.
However a time has to come in life when you have to get on your feet, come to yourself and command your body to alien and wake up. Waking up isnt enough, you must step out of bed that has been your comfort zone and get out in the cold weather where mama isnt thier to guide you anymore.
A time comes in life when you know, l have to arise, seasons come and go, in such moments you don’t need to engage a counselor, but the engagement has to be between you and self to pick up the mat, be responsible, own up your mistakes, clean up the mess, ask forgiveness, and move.
Pick up your mat and move. Don’t fear and listen to voices of limitations, walk past your fears and you will make it through to the other side.
Reflection Scripture:
Luke 15:11-17, Acts 12:11.
Adrine 