The Child in You

Image‘Let her try out this part’ the Co-ordinator said as she signalled to me to sing a line of one of the famous songs we were rehearsing back then in primary school. 

I stepped forward and barely opened my mouth to sing when she started shaking her head vigorously indicating that my voice was not good enough. 

‘No, never mind’ she said and called up someone else to take the part. 

I felt crushed but soon waved it aside and sang with the rest of the Choral group. That incident was soon forgotten and I kept singing in the Choir. In fact, I sang all through my Primary school days and my Secondary School days. you could always count on me to be present at the Choir Rehearsals. 

Just like the child I was then, I forgot all about it. I wasn’t discouraged, neither did I take offence and leave the Choir. It was not until later on in life that I remembered that incident and I told myself that if that same thing had happened to me as an adult, that would most likely have been my last day singing in public, ever!

Well, that’s the difference between a child and an adult. Children don’t bear grudges, they don’t remember a wrong done (unless they were maybe traumatized).

Children do not know limits! The little child of a supposedly average income earner can confidently tell you that his daddy will buy him a brand new car, he doesn’t understand poverty. 

Children do not know fear, they are actually taught fear by the adults around them and the conditioning of the society. A child is never afraid to try out something new or to learn something new.

Children are firm believers in themselves, a little child believes that he or she can become anything, ranging from Pilot to President. Nothing is impossible to them as far as they are concerned. I remember quite well, that the bible says that all things are possible to him that believes.

Children love unconditionally and they trust infinitely! They can be friends with anyone and they can give you one of the most heart warming smiles and hugs ever!

What then happens to the children as they grow? Where does the unbelief come from? Where does the fear creep in from? How does the self doubt come in? What about the discouragement? A child does not know failure, he is taught failure by the people around him!

What has become of the child in you? It’s time to let go of all those hurts, the anger, the disappointment, the self doubts, the fear…

It’s time to believe again. Believe in yourself, believe in God, believe that you can and that you will! Do not let anyone talk you down, because you can’t talk a child down, they would simply let it slide off and keep going.

Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” (Matt 19:14)

Go to him today, he will make a success out of you and it doesn’t matter how old you are.

Happy Children’s day! God bless you!

 

 

Photo Credit: http://www.ccc.edu

This is for Frustrated Dreamers…

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Hey guys,

I was driving in to work this morning and I started thinking about all the days I dreaded going to work. I was so sick of it… the job, my boss, the people I worked with, the traffic… I would wake up angry every morning. I didn’t want to deal with the crap of the job, but I was forced to go. I had been homeless, I was broke, living paycheck to hopefully the next paycheck. I couldn’t take a day off for fear I would get fired. I was just frustrated. I thought I hated my life and the job.

It was so aggravating because God had placed all these dreams and hopes in my soul and mind and I had no idea how they were going to come to pass. To have a dream of being something better and living better than the way I was at that moment and to not see a way of getting there felt like death to me. I thought, “Dear God, why would you give me so much hope and not make a way?” But what I learned through prayer was, with no path in front of you and no road map… this is where true faith begins. With faith I realized that I wasn’t frustrated with my life or the job, I was frustrated because I was a person who had dreams for myself, a person who had visions for my life and I wasn’t living it. Have you ever been there, where you felt so strongly that there was more to this life than what you see in front of you?

One of the most difficult things about being a dreamer is the fear that the dream will never happen. I’m here as a living witness to tell you your dreams can come true. You can’t give up. And I am here to let you know that everything can work together for your good. The time that you are spending on that job that you think is a dead end is not. You’re being prepared just like I was. I was a shoeshine boy, I worked as a bill collector, a used car salesman, in housekeeping in a hotel, and they all were preparation for where I am now.

What do these things have to do with where I am now? I’m glad you asked. I am able to use skills that I learned. I shined shoes, so I know how to shine my shoes if I need them to look nice. Selling used cars was a great way to learn how to close a deal. Bill collecting taught me great negotiation skills. Working at that 5-star hotel taught me a lot about travel. Every experience in your life is here to teach you something.

Today, while you’re at work, don’t be frustrated. Look around you and ask God what are you there to learn and how will it be a part of your future dream. Honor that job, do the best you can at it, because God will bless you for honoring something that belongs to another. 

I hope this inspires you today. If you need a little more inspiration then watch my first sit-down interview in years with Oprah on Oprah’s Next Chapter. It airs this Sunday on OWN: Oprah Winfrey Network at 9/8c. I talk a little about not giving up. I know it will move you.

Here’s a prayer for today: “God help me hold on, help me to get to what I dream of, help me to honor where I am today so that I can appreciate where I will be tomorrow. In Jesus’ name.”

 

Excerpt from Tylerperry.com 

 

The value in you

Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent…

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So how much are you worth? Do you know that everyone has a value attached to her? The issue is how do people estimate what value to attach to you?

Take a moment to visualize a peacock in its full glory, the proud tilt of its chin and the unique dazzling beauty of the colours in its feathers. Now, also take a moment to visualize a turkey and the proud display of it’s feathers as it struts about. So what do you think is the big difference between them that classifies one as a rare bird of great value and the other simply as a Christmas/thanksgiving delicacy.Yes it is true that the peacock is beautiful and attractive and naturally holds more value than the turkey. It is also true that the turkey is not rare. If it were then there would be no more thanksgiving turkeys. I love turkeys…

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Little Kehinde shares a story.

An act of kindness. Please help give this boy a better future.

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My name is Kehinde Olaniyi, but you can call me Keny: I was born three weeks ago with my twin Taye. Mummy says I have Multiple Congenital Anomalies (MCA).  I don’t know what it means, but Aunty JMAD will explain it better to you.

MCA is a condition which is present at the time of birth with two or more unrelated major structural malformations, that can’t be explained by a syndrome or sequence. In Keny’s case he has the following;

  • Hernia: – This is the protrusion of an organ through the wall of the cavity that normally contains it.
  • Cryptorchidism: – This is also known as undescended testicles. As a boy grows inside his mother’s womb, his testicles form inside his abdomen and moves down (descend) into the scrotum shortly before birth but in this case Keny’s testicle is outside the scrotum. If it’s not treated may become damaged which…

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No need to hide…

No need to hide...

No need to hide…

I have scars on my right hand, sustained from a car accident. I used to be a bit conscious of them whenever I wear short sleeved or sleeveless dresses. All that is changed now, this post reminds me that I came out alive. Some people have been in less dangerous accidents and didn’t survive. So Instead of hiding the scars, I’ll let them tell my story…