Are you counting the stars?

Tonight reminds me of my Aunty Mercy, of blessed memory. When Aunty woke up daily,  beside feeding and nurturing her soul, taking care of her body was top on the list of to do things.

She would quickly take a shower, dress up and make up and just sit and wait for her hubby. If make up and looking good were the things that kept a man at home,  then my Aunty did not slack at all....

Aunty Mercy and I, when we were in Legon together, would be all dolled up looking  like one of my peers, it was a delight to hear my friends say 'look at your Aunty' when we passed by Volta Hall or bumped into her each time.

  Aunty lived her life with a disease that would send her to an early grave just like it did to most people.

Her hubby knew she wouldn't last as doctors had told him. I'm wondering if Aunty knew because even if she did, dolling up to keep her hubby at home  was more of a priority. She lived a day at a time. She was happy and enjoyed her life till she was called to rest.

Lately, people allow all the troubles of this world to eat them up, they forget to live. Some people brood over life's uncertainties so much they lose their sense of humour, self worth and beauty.  People simply forget to live because of that one baggage they carry. Yet people who have been condemned to death and are just waiting to die, are living and putting their best into each day.

Life is war, life is how you make it, oh yes. But why do we have to worry so much, grieve so much and forget to live? Condemned to death and awaiting death, my Aunty Mercy still lived each day like a party day.

What are you doing through your challenging times?  Are you counting the stars lighting up your dark world? Are you overwhelmed by the darkness, you forget to view the little stars?

As 2018 draws to a close, let's learn not to allow that baggage to weigh us down and  suck the sweetness out of us, that we stop living. Your baggage isn't bigger than your God. Lighten up!

With fond memories of my Aunty Mercy Agra.
Merry Christmas dearies!

Lessons from December

My car went missing for a couple of days and I wasn't talking about it much. Nothing changed, life had to go on, so I still would talk and laugh and chat and not show a sign or say a word.
This week taught me a few lessons I would like to share with you. Call them lessons from December.

I have grown to become a really private person. You can't know what I'm up to in real life through social media. I don't ply my trade there, I don't judge people who do either, they have their reasons. I realise modesty makes people disbelieve the excess love of God. It is shocking, it is pricking, it makes you unable to  comprehend God's ways.

Never take your dreams for granted. I have reached that point where I can boldly say God is real and he does speak to his children. Dispute it or not, heaven is so real and so is hell. God's love is more real than human beings perceive it to be. And God does speak to his children. I worry when I don't remember my dreams, and then all of a sudden I live that dream. God speaks to his children in various ways, dreams are one of such mediums.  You may not clearly understand it, but understanding it needs a special kind of grace too. Too often, dreamers take their dreams for granted.

Don't trust people too much.
The bible says cursed is a man who puts his trust in another man. Men will disappoint you,  your pastor can disappoint you, your wife can disappoint you, your children can disappoint you. Realise and learn how much to trust people. The people who can bite are only those close to you and not strangers.

Listen to yourself. Intuition,  intuition. If you don't feel right about it, then it isn't right but that is a skill you need to learn as well.  If you claim to be a child of God, let that light in you radiate and draw others to Christ instead of becoming the basis for which people judge Christendom or decide not to serve God again.

As the yuletide season draws near, may someone see the life you live and want to serve the God you serve too.

I know writing on here, has become more of a difficult task instead of something I do to unwind. My life has been crazy. My life is in complete slavery to the.... It gets crazy I prefer to sleep instead of writing but I'll use these few days to write some more, hopefully. Glad tidings!

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