others have placed on their own lives. The vision of your true destiny does not reside within the blinkered outlook of the naysayers and the doom prophets. Judge not by their words, but accept advice based on the evidence of actual results. Do not be surprised should you find a complete absence of anything mystical or miraculous in the manifested reality of those who are so eager to advise you. Friends and family who suffer the lack of abundance, joy, love, fulfillment and prosperity in their own lives really have no business imposing their self-limiting beliefs on your reality experience.
Anthon St. Maarten
Have you ever been in the middle of something important to you, everything seems perfect until something happens and messed everything up, you start wondering maybe it’s a sign for you to throw in the towel and pack up.
Is your life in shambles right now, probably you’ve made a lot of mistakes in your life time, and all you could think of is how screwed up you have been? Is easier for you to give up on yourself, thinking nothing can be done to this colossal damage.
A man was working on his computer at home, and his younger son keeps disturbing him in order to get his attention, but the man stayed glued to the computer, yet the son persisted the more, out of desperation, the man thought of something he could use to engage the son to stop him from the disturbance, a seemingly impossible task. Suddenly he looked on the table beside him and saw a paper containing the map of the word, he quickly grab the paper, tear the paper tear it in to in to pieces, hoping to send the son on a dreadful task.
He told his son to go put the map of the world on the paper together, joining it bit by bit, piece by piece. To his supreme astonishment the son came back with the paper less than five minutes with the map of the world intact, perfectly fitted in the right position, the man was shocked, and asked the boy, how he accomplished the task so fast, something that appears to be logically impossible, the son enthusiastically told his dad, that it’s “quite simple”.
“There was a man at the back of the map, all I did was to put the man together, and the map of the world was precisely placed together”.
This allegory is synonymous to our life situations, something happens with the intention to shatter our map; our map in this context could be our life plan, goals, aspiration and visions. Those are the attempt of the devil out of desperation to dismantle what we’ve got going for us. Just to send us on an errand to an island of impossibilities, hoping we will spend the major part of our life doing damage control, fixing our past mistakes, but here’s the thing we are a masterpiece, God has got our life together, so when those things go wrong, when we thought nothing possible can salvage this situation, God steps in and put the man at the back of our map together, surprisingly everything will come in to place perfectly fitted. I read a quote that struck a chord within me some weeks back, it says “when you thought you’ve messed up God’s plan for your life, through your mistakes, here’s the good news, you’re NOT that powerful” nobody is so powerful to thwart God’s plan over your life. Even your mistake is not that potent.
I urge you today, please stop leaving a life of regret, you have a beautiful picture ahead of you, and your mistakes are your best resources if you can be prudent enough to learn from the experience.
Some days back I needed a knife to cut something, so I rushed in to the kitchen because I was already late for where I was going to. So I saw this big glittering knife perfect for what I needed to cut, so I thought, I heard my nephew repeatedly telling me “uncle this is not a knife” I looked horribly at him, disappointed at his sense of thoroughness and observation, I proceeded to cut what I needed to cut as I took him for the fool I thought he was. After several attempt I began to notice that knife has no impact whatsoever on the object, not even a little cut. I got angry rushed back to the kitchen grabbed a very small knife that I can literally hide in my pocket. With little or no effort I cut the object. That was when it dawned on me that I had been the fool all along by not listening to my nephew. No wonder Mark Twain observed that “what gets us in to trouble is not what we don’t know, but what we know for sure that just ain’t so”.one of the lesson from this story is to always listen to the advice of people regardless of their age, take a little time to ponder on what they said, they might not be crazy, it might just be us that is traveling gradually out of sanity. But that is not my point of focus. This second lesson is what I want to stake our focus on, I picked the first knife because it was BIG, and shining, and seemed sharp, notice the word “seemed” before sharp. Is that not how many of us has been living our life? I mean you have this great idea you’ve been nursing for months, this great skill that you possess, but any time you want to take action, you look around you and notice that you’re the SMALL one around, small in this context, could be in terms of popularity, skills and finance,. Hello Mr/Miss as the case maybe, am here to tell you, like the words of my nephew, That thing you’re holding is not a knife, drop it. What I mean is, it is not a reason enough, what you see is not what it is, you bigger and impactful that you thought, you know why? Because SIZE IS IRRELEVANT, IMPACT IS. So whenever you want to doubt yourself again, and that feeling of inadequacy is about to set in, remembered my knife story and DROP IT.
Yes I got you! It wasn’t what you’re expecting, am not going to discuss addiction in the light of what you’re used to. There are so many negativities and stigma attached to this word, which often always made it impossible for us to draw any motivation or positive energy from it. Here is the greatest shocker of all; believe it or not, we are all addicted to something, religion, someone, concept, an idea, a dream, or a goal. It you really want to break even in life, if you’ve set out to do something beyond the ordinary, you must be willing to carry the label of addiction. Think of anybody in this world who has done something out of the ordinary, they were a staunch addict, they refuse to let go of that idea even when they were label crazy. The wright brothers were an addict of Airplane, David Spielberg is an addict of movie directing, Steve job was an addict of computer. Zuckerberg an addict of I.T. Tiger Wood an addict of Golf, serena William an addict of lawn tennis, micheal Jordan an Addict of Basket Ball. Marthin luther King jnr was an addict of the freedom of the Black Race, same as Nelson Mandela. Whenever you think or hear the world addiction, I want you to immediately recalibrate your mind to shy away from the negativity and let it be a source of motivation to fuel and propel you towards your dream and goal in life. Yes! An addiction is good, embrace it. I leave you with the famous words of one of the world renowned motivational speaker Les Brown “ If you want a thing bad enough to go out and fight for it, to work day and night for it, to give up your time, your peace and your sleep for it…if all that you dream and scheme is about it, and life seems useless and worthless without it…if you gladly sweat for it and fret for it and plan for it and lose all your terror of the opposition for it…if you simply go after that thing you want with all of your capacity, strength and sagacity, faith, hope and confidence and stern pertinacity, if neither cold, poverty, famine, nor gout, sickness nor pain, of body and brain,can keep you away from the thing that you want…if dogged and grim you beseech and beset it,with the help of God, you will get it!”
The famous words of late Dr Myles Munroe.
The wealthiest place on earth is NOT the goldmine of South America.
It is NOT the silver mine of Central America.
It is NOT the diamond mine of South Africa.
It is NOT the Uranium mine of Europe.
It is NOT the oil field of Iraq, Iran, Kuwait or Saudi Arabia.
But then where is the wealthiest place on earth?
The wealthiest place on earth is the cemetery, because it is a place where you can find:
Books that were never written.
Paintings that were never painted.
Music that was never played or heard.
Businesses that were never opened.
Ideas that were never manifested.
Solutions that never found their problems.
Visions that died as nightmares and dreams.
Plans that were never fulfilled.
AVERAGE is what failures claim when their families ask them why they’re not successful.
AVERAGE is the top of the bottom, the best of the worst; the worst of the best, which of these are you?
AVERAGE means being run off the mill, mediocre, insignificant, and also ran a nonentity.
Being AVERAGE is to take up space for no purpose, to take the trip through life but never to pay the fare, to return no interest for God’s investment in you.
Being AVERAGE is to pass one’s life away with time, rather than to work it to death.
To be AVERAGE is to be forgotten once you pass from this life.
The successful are remembered because they tried. But the AVERAGE, the silent majority is just forgotten.
To be AVERAGE is to commit the greatest crime one can against one self, humanity and one’s God.
The saddest epitaph is this: HERE’S Mr. and Mrs. AVERAGE, here lies the remains of what might have been, except for their belief that they were only AVERAGE.
There was a time when all we wanted was to worship him in truth and honesty,
Not for gain, pleasure or reward.
But now all I see is a gathering full of hypocrites.
I asked Jude why he wasn’t in the church last week he told me he’s sick of the tinted truth,
“I don’t get it why Mr. Ben be praised and Brother Dan be slayed for the same offense” he said.
I thought it was supposed to be equality for all, not dwelling in a shelter where hatred becomes the wall.
We walk around with the holy book, yet we crush our neighbour with our words like the tender Lilly trapped under the soldiers boot.
We dread a murderer so much that we can’t keep one as a friend, yet our hands are filled with bloods of the homeless guy who died of hunger just because we couldn’t afford to take out of the money for our iPhone 6s.
I believe so much in prosperity that I could chase it with all I’ve got, alas! it becomes a curse when I acquired everything while a meal a day is all my neigbour’s got .
Christianity is for everybody but what ‘sup with all the insanity?
I don’t fornicate but inside my heart is a hollow full of hate.
I love my neighbor as myself, but how about the lies i skillfully told and locked it up like a shelf.
I’m not a pastor I shouldn’t be preaching, so if Kate is drowning in sin that’s her burden.
I lived in multimillion Nara estate so please we can’t relate, or rather you switch a place maybe you might fit into my taste.
The Christ you proclaim is not as valid as the Christ you portray.
Please tell me this is why he got slayed.
The countless whips, the gushing gores, even the pain he couldn’t take, thanks to divine grace.
This is a call to the Christians my Sunday school teacher taught me about.
This is the call to the body of Christ when we are not separated by color and a young boy can still give up his meal to save the 5,000 multitude regardless of their culture.
This is the call to the brethren where he wouldn’t have to send floods to erase our ungrateful souls.
This is the call to the divided families that we can still unite.
He feels the vibes in him every day; he constantly battles the urge in him.
Every day he wakes up with the determination to do it, he ends up seeing thousands of reason why he should put it aside,
He realizes he still has more time, he pretends to be happy but he carries the regret around not doing what he loved the most.
It is either he complains of his family, jobs or environment but his only consolation was, there is still time.
One day he stood in his office to get something from the printer, next thing he saw was a dark cloud and an excruciating pain around his chest region, when he opened his eyes he was expecting to see the view of his office but to his amazement he was lying in the hospital bed.
While he was going through that pain with the difficulty in breathing and all that, he realizes that he has a heart attack. All he could ever imagine was the numerous opportunities he has, to do the very thing he loves but he has been putting it off for tomorrow.
This is the story of Mr. JEGEDE, a man who loves to sing but always look for excuses thinking he has all the time in the world, like a twinkle of an eye, it dawned on him that he his 65years old already. His heart attack maybe painful but lying on that bed with the thought that he may never have the opportunity to sing again and knowing he will be remembered for dying with the music in him is too gruesome to bear.
At that moment his wishes were: one to be given another opportunity to live again. And if his first wish is granted the second wish will be to be able to do the one thing his heart beats for the most. That is to sing for the world to hear his voice again and never to die with his music unheard. The last wish is to have another wonderful time with his family to tell them how much he misses and love them beyond words, he realizes no matter how often you say those words one day when you’re on the sick bed ready to go to the great beyond, you’ll get to know you didn’t say those words often enough.
What’s that thing that your mind has been vibrating the iron string for you to let the world see, but you’ve been bottling the idea thinking you have all the time in the world?
What’s that thing you have such an irresistible passion for, but you think you’re too busy and there will be time someday?
Don’t wait till you have a heart attack before you realize you don’t have all the time in the world, and the interesting thing is you may not have the second chance like Mr., Jegede. But have you ever wonder that he may have a second chance but there’s little to what he can accomplish.
Act fast; act now, the world is waiting for your greatness, they’ve been waiting, don’t keep them waiting any longer you may run out of opportunity and time, don’t be a little too old, before you pursue your dream.
I was having a conversation with my friend in a Medical school who once told me something about imaginary reflex, he further explained that is the type of reflex which occur as a result of a false response to stimuli.
He’s explanations goes like this:
Maybe in a situation where someone leg was amputated left to walk on one leg, if you aim at the spot where the other leg was cut off, and you act like you were going to kick it or you actually kicked it, remember there is nothing for you to kick just an empty space. The person is still going to respond in fear as if he’s other leg is still there.
I sat one day and was thinking about that conversation and something struck me. That’s exactly what past failure does to so many people. Just because we failed at some things in the past we get caught up in a situation similar to the imaginary reflex. Scared to try again, and every time we attempt on a good project that might end up turning our life around for good, we remember the failures of the past and quit so that we don’t make the fool out of our self by failing again. But here’s the question. If we don’t persist enough, how do we experience the victory?
It’ll be a good thing to live our life remembering we tried but failed at something, than to carry the weight of regret hanging down our neck for not trying at. Remember Walt Disney, how many times banks denied him loan but he never quit, but look at him today he’s an epitome of greatness. Think of Tom Hanks, countless times he was rejected and not giving the chance to exhibit his gift, but now history we’ll forever be kind to him for he never let rejection knocks him out of his dream. Today Tom is worth millions of dollar,s success attributed to acting, what he was formerly rejected for. The name Thomas Edison should also steer the persistence spirit within you, a man that failed for one thousand times in an attempt to create an electric bulb. The list of people who didn’t take no for an answer are endless.
The funniest thing about these feelings of fear is that, they are not real, yet we give them so much attention and get our life confined by the walls of fear that we built.
If you can just persist in that dream that you have, and you don’t cage yourself in the circle of the Imaginary Reflex effect, and if only you can keep it up on your goal, talent and gifting don’t let rejection and the fear of failure define your victory. Soon, you will be standing at the top sharing your success story, because it’s going to be a motivation to those who are scared of trying again, People who gave up on their dream, Due to family history or environmental limitations. Get out of the imaginary reflex.