It’s 12:31 am, the 29th of November, I’m awake because I cannot sleep. Well I haven’t really slept very well for a week because the burden feels heavy, the baggage? bigger! “Come to me, all you who are burdened and I will give you rest” Right now, I feel God is talking to me than ever before.

It all began some weeks ago when Grandpa was rushed to the hospital because he kept vomiting blood. The diagnosis we least expected was a liver cirrhosis. A liver cirrhosis is a condition where your liver gradually deteriorates it gets to the point, your body pulverizes! The benefits of having a healthy liver is immeasurable.

When you are in the medical practice, the least thing you can presage is a miracle because prognosis would hit you right in the head with reality. But miracles do happen. There are success stories!
I had to visit him every day to ensure He was okay. There was one day I almost broke into tears when he held my hand, closed his eyes and whispered to me He was suffering, He wanted to relinquish life. 90 years of life was a developmental breakthrough.
I wasn’t in any position to decide this but the human reaction to that is to reassure. He was admitted for a week. From a Sunday to a Sunday, until His soul passed on. Rest in Peace, Grandpa. I know you are beaming with smiles in the bosom of the Father.

Next, Mum wasn’t feeling well. The connection to her father was just amazing. The drugs she was taking didn’t seem to work. She was down hearted. “You need a positive attitude and a tinge of optimism before you can receive healing”. She was taking an antibiotic but she kept coughing incessantly. Well, she is okay now.
Next, my Auntie was admitted with a diagnosis of diabetic ketoacidosis. A complication of diabetes mellitus. She defaulted her drugs; so suffered an episode of vomiting and abdominal pain which led to her incarceration in the hospital. I had to visit her to cross check her diet and medications just to make sure everything was fine and in place. She was discharged the next two days.
The next target were my puppies, 9 of them started losing weight even though their appetite was enough. One would think of hyperthyroidism but that leaves the question: Do dogs have thyroid glands? A verterinary officer was called upon to impinge them with antibiotics however we lost two of them.

Then, there are lots of rehearsals which kept draining my little energy left. I feel I have to declutter my life but absolutely there’s no chaff.
My sleeping and eating habits were affected because I was thinking too much and surprisingly, learning too much. Too much because I’ve never learnt like this my entire life. I think I don’t open up to people because I have realized bearing and dealing with your problems alone is a sign of strength. It feels like slipping down a muddy wall on your way to the top. There’s no stepping block to hitch on.
The sun rises and fall, the wind waxes and wanes and the rains beat and fleet but God still reigns and rules.
Just 2 days ago, a mentor and friend. Mr Joseph Dante visited me in school. Coincidentally, we met at the school’s entrance just as, I returned from home. I wondered why he visited but It looked like He had been sent from above. He had a message.
He encouraged me to keep up the good fight. “As a Christian, a lot of challenges come your way to build you up and make you strong. To make you soar while the others lope and faint. Sorrow may last for a night but joy comes in the morning.”
So, I would keep leaning on you, God no matter what. Just give me the strength to endure this period because I believe there’s light at the end of this dark tunnel.

“No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God… and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father in Heaven” – Orson F. Whitney

Have a blessed day!


It’s 2:52am, I keep tossing and turning in bed, because sleep, a cohort was not being friendly to me. This throws me back into some few months ago, as I try to hark back on my life. A Christian I know I was, but I felt God was not speaking to me. I had entangled my mind with self-doubt that it reflected my inner self. I’m naturally a quiet person but I seem do just fine around any kind of person. What they call adaptability. I wouldn’t usually start a conversation but if you see me alone quiet in a corner, you wouldn’t like to know what I was thinking about. The weirdest of things. This throws me back to 6th August last 3 years ago.
As a growing Christian, I was born again alright, attending church every Sunday. Well, not every Sunday. Doing what every Christian was supposed to do. But I really could not grasp the Christian life. What it meant to live, move and have your being as a Christian. I did my quiet time when I felt like it, just because my conscience told me I had missed opening my bible for the past 2 weeks.
It was on this day, I woke up after a dream I couldn’t comprehend, so the next thing, to do was to flip through my Bible naturally. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart!” sounds like a cliché which rings in our ears every time.I wondered why God was not speaking to me just like the others. And I wondered how it felt like to hear the voice of God. I prayed to Him to make this day a testimony, so I knew He was real. A short prayer I said, as I continued my day. Little did I know, God was effecting his way.
The morning was a normal one, nothing remarkable. I continued the novel I had started 2 days ago, ate and watched television. It wasn’t like I expected anything magical to happen. Then, it was 8pm and as usual, I expected to hear the noise of my dad’s engine and 2 honks of a horn so I knew the man was in. I sat in the living room waiting as my siblings went to bed. 8pm,9pm, 10pm..I phoned my Dad and he said He was on his way, so there was nothing to worry about.
As I wait, I hear a different horn, so low pitched and noisy unlike before. Wondering why he would change his car for this. I went out and I met a man carrying a large box full of documents who appeared to be my father, alighting the taxi he just paid for. The usual question everyone would ask left my lips “Where’s your car?” “Let’s go inside Nana,” he said.
The usual me, would wonder the 99 possibilities that could have befallen his car before he picks out one and dishes it to me. “Thank God I’m alive at this moment, the place you should have seen me is the hospital” my pupils widen as I wait for the completion of the story however what followed my silence was a gallery full of pictures. And the car was absolutely in a mess beyond repair. What could have caused this mess?
Just like a narration, the story is revealed, He was in the usual traffic jam returning from work when an articulated truck tried to stop two cars behind his. Apparently, the driver had a faulty big car but his legs were so short to step on the brake. His brake failed him and his car’s angry reaction to that was to step on and pass over any car it spotted in sight. Eye witnesses said it looked like a scene in the movie “Transformers”.
The aftermath of the stampede of the car was disastrous, it left so many cars in a maelstrom but just a few people hurt. Amazingly, the right side of his car from the front to the rear end was totally destroyed leaving his side intact.
After the narration, He told me to catch some sleep after I advised He have an X-ray taken the next day. Entering the room, I felt happy for two reasons; Just because He was alive, and because God had spoken to me in a different way. He chose the thundering earthquake when there was the still small voice, He normally used.
I said a thankful word of prayer and went to bed. And I actually went to bed with my eyes wide open until it was morning. He took the x- ray the next day and He was totally fine. No fractures in any bone. From the cranium to the talus.

Let us never forget to pray. God lives. He is near. He is real. He is not only aware of us but cares for us. He is our Father. He is accessible to all who will seek Him.”
― Gordon B. Hinckley

Have a great day!

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I check the clock smiling above my pillow, 5:05pm it tells me as I contest with my eyes just to keep them open, scanning my phone to see who was disturbing my sleep. I had slept for only 10mins and a migraine was imminent. I marvel at the name that pops up on my screen; why was she calling me at this time? Was she getting married? It had been 7 years since I last heard from her. Why her contact was still on my phone? I had no idea.

I say a nice hello as I latch on the call but what welcomes me is a despairing “Hello” followed by an outburst of tears. “Eliezer, Eliezer! I’m dying. I prop up in my bed as I anxiously turn over the phone to the left side of my head, with my right hand groping for my shorts which would lead me to a spot with better network coverage.
Surprised, I asked her “What was wrong? And remained speechless over the phone. “Always give the one in trouble the opportunity to talk without interrupting” She then replies “Eliezer, I have HIV!” dropping a dead note just like that.
I take a seat in my balcony, astonished! not knowing what to say. I could have asked how she got the HIV, but that would be so silly of me, knowing HIV was transmitted through unsafe sex, sharing needles and blood transfusions.
I take in a deep breath and tell her to tell me about everything starting from the top. Everything that gets to an end obviously has a beginning. How everything happened? Why she thought she had HIV and how she was diagnosed?
She then starts, “Eliezer, you have always known me to be the church girl, walking up to the podium and singing in church. Serving the Lord always with my voice and heart.”
I’d known her to lead bible studies back in primary school and anytime she led a prayer session, the ground trembled and hell broke loose. The Holy Spirit would just descend and pitch tent in our midst because of her voice.
She had been in this state until she entered the university 6 years ago, when the scene became so green to start a new life without the influence of her parents. On one hand, I felt her parents had been so hard on her. Bringing her up in the Lord was very necessary but she was too oblivious of the other side of life, where the wolves and scorpions paced.
She had 3 other roommates who were so different from her. From their hair to their feet. All of them had cars and changed their hairstyles weekly. Well, she thought they were pretty and aspired to be like them.
She started school attending mass every Wednesday and Sunday and any other day she learnt there was any activity at the chapel and she prayed unceasingly just like before. But now she attended church once in a month and that happened only when she didn’t go on expeditions with the roommates the night before.
In church, she wouldn’t pay attention…Not judging because sometimes I know I do same. because she was busy texting the guy she met the previous night. Then her weekly outings turned into a daily avocation. She started going out almost every night and got back to school drunk. Her course mates and church friends became so concerned they approached her, but they were turned back in a way they never imagined. Who ever wondered she would be the villain.
All this time, she didn’t know what she wanted. I know it sounds fictional like a story waiting to have a bad end but it is real! Well, even as bad as she was, the good news was, she was smart enough to hide her continence from guys she met at the club.
Then one day, this cool looking guy in his white Benz approaches her as she returns from lectures with her friends. Seeing the ‘fine’ guy in his car carried her away. What was life with this guy going to be? He offered a lift which she accepted willingly.
Then they became friends, and then they started dating. She promised herself she was going to stay a virgin till she got married even though she went out and did everything bad.
It just took a snap of the finger. A relationship without God is in shambles. They weren’t praying. They were just there. Watching movies, doing sleep overs and others. The stuff people who think they are dating do on campus.
Before she realized, she was sleeping with this guy every day, and it felt good she did not want to stop. Her roommates became concerned and warned her but she was in her own world.
Like it was going to last a lifetime, she sadly learnt, her dear boyfriend had another girlfriend. I mean a Christian girlfriend. This revelation sent her crazy. She went over trying to destroy the relationship but this Christian girl was so glued to him.
Disappointed, and with no one to turn to, she decides to re-dedicate her life back to Christ. “Come to me, your weary ones and I will give you rest” and she starts singing in church again. Even better than before!
She was in this happy Christian mood until she decided to have a health screening organized on campus, some weeks ago. She had her blood pressure checked, her BMI, blood sugar…everything, but unfortunately HIV was unfriendly to her. It fell like a time bomb, a plus (+). They pulled her aside and told her She had HIV.
All she could do was to look dazed and slowly return to her room, pick up her phone to call me, her long-time friend. After listening to her story, I prayed with her, however referred her to come to the hospital the next day, so her HIV was confirmed and then she could start HAART. HAART – highly active anti-retroviral therapy was not expected to cure her HIV but prolong her life by suppressing the growth of the virus.
She sighs (the harm had already been caused) and readily decides to visit the hospital the next day. She thanks me a million times and hangs up her line.
Now my battery which started at 85% is now 5% and blinking angrily at me. I dash for my phone charger and then go back to bed.
Have your HIV status checked and get treated if you are positive because HIV is real.
Based on a true life story.
Enjoy your weekend!

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What do you do
When you just don’t understand

And what do you do
When you just cannot explain

And what do you do say
When you just don’t have the answers
Through it all, keep on trusting God

What do you do
When words can’t ease the pain

And what do you do when you wake up
And things are just the same
Seems like it just won’t get any better
Through it all, keep on trusting God

What do you do
When life questions your faith
And all the dreams you had
Seems like they’re drifting away
It takes all of your strength
Just to make it through the day
But through it all, keep on trusting God

What do you do
When you cried all you can cry
When you have to wear a smile
When you hurt deep inside

And what do you do
When there’s no one you can call
Through it all, keep on trusting God
Yet will I trust Him
Yet will, yet will,
Yet will I trust’
Keep on trusting God
Through it all I will trust You
Through it all I, I will trust
I’ll trust Him
No matter what I go through
I’m gonna keep holding on,
Through it all
I will keep, keep on trusting God
Though it’s hard, keep on trusting God
Through it all keep on trusting God
trusting Him
I know it’s hard
keep on trusting God!


Deitrick Haddon – Trusting God


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It’s 6:57pm and the last day of the month of October. I look at my wrist watch after jogging for 57 minutes. I feel so burned out, but I am proud of a feat as such, especially in school. 57 minutes and counting! The maximum I could do was 30mins and this usually happened after I’d had a long sleep prior to running. “I know I can do this!”. However, my body confesses “Eliezer, you have reached your limit, you can do this another time.” I know there’s no other time to do this. It’s now or never!
I lope so hard and complete the last lap finally ending at 7:00pm. I feel pleased with myself. 1 hour of jogging non-stop! Well I would never have envisaged this happening! Reminiscing my past, I could pant so hard after walking for just 3 minutes. The ”problems of being fat’ are endless. I had lots of friends because they loved to look skinny any time they walked with me. I’m now jogging for 60 minutes with a feeling so high spirited people wonder if I plan to compete in the next national marathon.
Well I started jogging 4 years ago. After a loooonng period of inactivity of probably 10 years. Eating was my friend and companion. My brain could practically not tell whether I was bored or hungry. People used to bet over the large volumes of food I could eat. I felt so much joy eating.

I couldn’t play soccer back in high school; not because I wasn’t good. Well, I was better than most of my mates but my energy level immediately dropped from 100 to 1 every time I kicked a ball. I could heave and puff for so long everyone thought I was dying. I wondered why everyone else could play so actively but not me.
Post hoc, I would return to the dormitory and finish 2 bowls of kenkey- a local dish known for its satiety with ease – The gratification!
Then, one day during vacation. I borrowed my dad’s jogging shoes in an attempt to achieve the impossible with my fat body. I planned to run for 10 straight minutes, not even jog, and return home. I felt I was on cloud nine already, did a few push ups – 3 actually without breaking a sweat.
Then I set off. Suddenly, I started to feel dizzy after jogging a few centimetres from the gate. The world kept spinning and running in circles that I had to hold a wall to keep me from falling. My heart kept hitting hard against my chest. My stomach and legs felt so sore. “Was I burning calories already?” I asked myself as I slowly moved back to my room and continued my sleep.
I never went jogging until I got back to school. Eugene, a good friend of mine introduced me to jogging again – in a different style. He could jog for 40 minutes or more and move around afterwards like nothing had happened.
I would set the alarm at 5:30 am, however sleep could overwhelm me so much, water had to be poured on me to wake me up. I would then sulk walking 85% of the journey and jogging 2%. What I did with the rest of the journey, I have no idea!

Then I made up my mind, If he was doing it, I could do it too! He wasn’t less human than I was. He was a sports boy back in high school so he had an earlier start. I could do this, I kept encouraging myself.
I made it a daily routine, jogging at least 10 minutes every day. “Start low and go slow”. I ran every day until it became a habit. I would return feeling so sore that I slept throughout the day without attending lectures – My dad isn’t supposed to see this.
Jogging felt so good I wanted to do it often.

Now, I was jogging both in the morning and evening. 15 minutes in the morning and 15 minutes in the evening. Sometimes I would get so tired, and skip jogging for 2 solid weeks. My body, in response, would bounce back into its former state- just like a yo-yo.
How was I to unravel this mystery. The curious me kept reading about how to lose weight in various forms. The meal therapy. The water therapy. The no – sleep therapy. There were so many remedies I never knew of. So I gladly tried all, which were all exercises in futility. The yo-yo effect was so strong!
Then I let go of the bitter pill. I was ready to accept the outcome no matter what. Just keep jogging, no matter what. “Anytime I jog, it’s for my own benefit” I would say to myself whenever I started the journey.
Then, I started to jog for 20 minutes a day – in the morning, I cut down my food intake – The most painful part, and I started taking in lots of fruits.
I couldn’t see the effects but I was changing! I had lost so much weight now, that everyone who saw me asked if I had fallen ill recently. It’s amazing how everyone links losing weight to falling ill.
Physically and mentally, I was different! They say the key to a sound mind is a healthy body. Studying was less difficult now. I could walk for miles and jump rope for days, feeling so proud of myself. I checked my weight very often. It started from 90 kg dropped to 85 and finally to 70kg over the last two years.
Currently, I jog more than an hour and resume daily activities like nothing really happened. No matter how hard the journey may seem, all you need is a speck of resilience, determination and persistence. It can be done. Forget failure! If things don’t work out the way you want, hold your head high and be proud, try again. And again. And again!


Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not! nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race. – Calvin Coolidge

Have a wonderful week!

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20th October 2016, It’s 12:36 pm I return from the ward and realize I have 3 written assignments to complete, each demanding at least 3 hours to be completed. An untouched project work hiding in my locker plus a reading assignment .. I have a class in the next 25mins but I don’t know how many hours I’m sitting in – might last 2 hours or more.

I’m so hungry I could eat a whale if it was served with rice on a plate. My head keeps pounding probably from the nap I had the previous night. I feel dizzy, the blood vessels in my eyes are visibly pulsating, the carotid arteries in my neck keep hitting hard that my head bobs up and down.

I look up to the skies and wonder where my help would come from? How am I to face this journey alone? A few months to go until med school is over however our interactions with our lecturers always end in tears.

Sleep keeps giving up on me. My body tells me to read more because I know less. My head reminds I have to continually read but my mind says “I’m done for!”.The spirit is willing but the flesh is very weak. I need Your strength because I’m breaking down. I thought I had everything under control when the semester started 3 weeks ago. Why the sudden twist? I’m weak Lord!

Then, I saw a Good News Bible just beside a pillow which appeared to be mine.I realize it’s been a while I read it, been a while I heard God’s voice. Am I ready to communicate with Him? I need strength!.

He then says

I know I have strength to face any difficulty that comes my way. I’m writing my name in bold at the bottom of a blank sheet and handing it to You Lord, to fill in. No matter what obstacle you have to overcome, just lose hold of the grip at the end of the rope and leave everything in God’s hands and I know He would never let you down.

I want to cultivate a deep sense of gratitude, of groundedness, of enough, even while I’m longing for something more. The longing and the gratitude, both. I’m practicing believing that God knows more than I know, that he sees what I can’t, that he’s weaving a future I can’t even imagine from where I stand.

Don’t give up!


12th October 2016, I raced for the consulting room after our team leader had informed us, he had received a dozen missed calls from our consultant. We could tell we were in for a very long day. A day full of “why don’t you know this?” ,“you students are not learning!”. I rehearsed a medical history I was to present as I sped off to the consulting room.
Today was an Out-Patient Department day, a day patients from all races and all walks of life magically expect to be ridden of their ailments and maladies, a day you see all sort of cases ranging from headless bodies to legless sick people in wheel chairs. I took a deep breath as I entered the consulting room with my group members ready to face the ‘boss’.
My group leader took a sneak peek into the consulting room, a table scattered with red folders that made it difficult for even a cup of tea to be recognized , and a round table of nurses. No consultant! He gave a sigh of relief as we boldly entered the consulting room.
I scanned the patients lined in rows facing the rooms of about eight doctors and I wondered what made me different from them? Was it my neatly washed and ironed lab coat? or the stethoscope I always carried around my neck which I hardly used? Or the hand sanitizer that scented my pocket every time?
The ‘boss’ finally entered and motioned to a patient to enter the consulting room. A heavily built man entered helped by his two brothers. His left arm was three times the size of his left leg. He moved with so much pain that he kept swaying back and forth. He gave his name with hesitancy so we continued extracting the history from his mother. His 28-year-old son reported today because a tiny swelling he woke up with 3 years ago, became so large, it affected his whole upper limb.
Amazed, I read the referral form and saw the words alveolar rhabdomyosarcoma imprinted in bold. God, why him? What did he do wrong? Well… he has never smoked cigarettes or drank alcohol. No one in his family has ever had this condition. He’s a car mechanic but how many car mechanics have this?
“He has to do a metastatic assessment which includes a liver function test, renal function test, chest x-ray and MRI” Our consultant said! From this response you could clearly tell more problems were being sought for and not the solution. I thought of the different outcomes of treatment… He can lose his hand. The debilitating effects of chemotherapy can render him less human…Who would take care of him? A voice then resounded in my head. “Eliezer, you worry too much!”
Just as he left, carried away by his siblings at his flanks and his mum behind him, a middle aged woman enters with a big bandage spanning the left side of her face. “This cannot be good” … I whisper as I wait for the face to be unveiled.
Finally, the face is unveiled. All the heads that emerged when it was uncovered quickly disappeared. Her left eyeball was so sunken; you could not measure the depth of her orbit. There was a significant distortion of her cheek bones that no man would look at her twice. My team members rattled the differential diagnosis…osteosarcoma…rhabdomyosarcoma…. so many ‘omas’…however what lingered in my mind was, why them?
You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God. I’m human and so are you! There’s absolutely no way we can perfectly understand everything in this world. In the same way, we cannot comprehend why what happens to who at what time.
But human life is just like a tuft of grass, one day you are up and standing, another day you are down and gone. With time and perspective, we recognize that the problems which come our way: sickness, loss of a loved one, poverty, come for a purpose. To convince you why you really need divine strength beyond yourself, why you need the offer of heaven’s hand.
Why should you then live your life with haughty eyes and broad shoulders that look down on everyone? Just because of the car you change weekly? The face that gets you unimaginable favours? Or the brain that takes you places?
No it’s mercy! God’s divine mercy is something you can never comprehend, even in the afterlife. God has mercy on whoever He wants to have mercy on. He’s a loving God and his mercy is fresh and new every morning. The thin line bridging the gap between your healthy feet and that melanoma is mercy but not the dollars in your account!
I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth I will apply all my efforts to become the highest mountain of all, and I will strain my potential until its cries for mercy. – Og Mandino
Have a blessed week!


Chasing a dream
So many things
Capture my affection
Running ahead I’ve been a mess
Loosing my perspective
This is my obsession
Always chasing the wind
Left with nothing in the end
It’s meaningless without you
Meaningless these treasures I possess
Only you can satisfy
Only you sustain my life
Without you
It’s meaningless

Feeling you near
It’s coming clear
You’ve got my attention
Filling the void
Killing the noise
Focus my direction
With intimate insistence
You overwhelm my senses
All I need is before me now

I’m breathing but I can’t survive
I’m living but I’m not alive
without You

Anthony Evans – Meaningless



15th September 2016, I slouched in my chair as I watched my grandfather writhe in pain on a mat in his room, unable to move his head and legs without a click being heard. As old as He was, his vision failed him that he had to hear a voice before he recognized anyone who entered his room; eyes that could cleave ripe cocoa pods at a glance. He looked so frail with rife wrinkles that marked his advanced age. His face wrinkled even more with any smile he tried.
He coughed incessantly with deep rales resounding from his chest that he had to expectorate after every minute before the coughing ceased. He still had his pleasant wit and good humour even when his memory kept deteriorating gradually. They say as you get older, your secrets are safe with your friends, because they usually can’t remember them. Grandpa’s memory was not so bad for his age.
I went back in time to remember the hugs and blessings he showered on me anytime he visited, to the giggling darts I engaged in anytime I was caught playing Space Impact on his Nokia 3310. God bless you Grandpa! It is my prayer God grants you the strength to endure this span of senility.
Grandma’s was next, the visible signs of aging were so remarkable; the wrinkles advanced with each passing second. She kept substituting our names that she had to be reminded each time before our eardrums clicked with the reverberation of our names. Hair that was totally black a decade ago, greyed with the breeze of air, however her good cooking did not grow dim. The first thing she made me aware every time was her blood pressure before any welcome was offered, to which I always responded to with a ‘thumbs up’ and a smile. I remember how she cached every coin of hers in a knot she made with her cloth. The proverbial tongue-lashings I got anytime I did something wrong nursed me in the right way.
I then ask myself, why do we age at all?
When it comes to aging and aging right, most of us already know what we need to do: eat right, get a good night sleep and adequate rest, keep a positive mind set and exercise. But do we know the number of years we have until we leave this world?
The reason why we age and why some people age faster than others still remains a mystery. Possibly an interaction between our genes and the environment but I fail to comprehend why some babies in spite of how young they are still look like grandparents when born. From the deep forehead creases they display to the wrinkled skin and apprehensive faces they yield.
Feeling old my Dad would say is a state of mind when he takes that hour walk on a Saturday morning in his boots after sweating heavily. I have realized people improve with age; we grow in value and become useful to the world in the daily grinds done, to helping humanity by smiling and being friendly.
Aging does not have to be a dreadful thing. Youth may have desirable traits but age has experience and wisdom. As the number of birthdays we celebrate increase in number we begin to understand life by visualizing the world through a wider aperture. The world has never been, and probably will never be perfect but we can effect the little change we can in any possible way; “How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world”. Making others happy rewards us in unimaginable ways.
This then is what pleases God, not the outer beauty but the inner beauty of the soul. The beautiful hearts some people have is just amazing! It is important to generate a good attitude and a good heart because people assess the true value of a person by the condition of the heart.
It’s my prayer He fills me with the peace to age gracefully… to accept myself for who I am, the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and the courage to change the things I can. Take the time every day to be grateful, thankful for everything that you have, you can always have more but you could also have had less.
Most people don’t grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honour their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity, what that is, is aging.” – Maya Angelou
God bless you!