They say broken brush can not paint.They say shattered glass are useless. They say broken dreams cannot be amended.
For how Long, Lord. For how Long will I continue to remain like this, be like this, live like this or should i die like this?
Lord, where are you?
A while ago I was born. Born of the Holy spirit and given to humans. And like a lamb who knows his days are numbered, I gave my all to you.
It wasn’t easy. I tried to be accepted wholly like a screw driven through a perfect bolt. I tried to be punctuated like the books I was given to read.
I failed. I failed to get their attention like the blue eyed white body peacock who saw some tourists. I failed to ride with their horses, seat at their banquet, or walk in their vineyard.
I was challenged. My faith was queried. My Hope was tortured. My belief was shaken. I was tempted and Lost.
I started to doubt my existence. Where is my Maker, he who sent me on this errand. Where is he who said he will be with me to the ends of the earth. Does he now slumber or sleeps. Is he not the protector of Isreal as I have heard.
I lost everything; my sense of humor. My taste for goodness. My love for Him waxed cold.
But, I never gave up Hope because I know that someday Grace will propose to me.
Years later into the Field, I was given leaders, men and women who understands that nothing goes for nothing and that to all reason there is a season. You know, like Rice and salad for Christmas, Beans and Bole for good days, Garri and Salt for some days. Fasting for weekdays and prayer for Each days.
They lead me well. Took care of me. Broke every pieces of Unjust and Unholiness. Took me to places, show me the efficacy of the Word and made me Know Him more.
And it came again. I was told am too local to be a Christian. A Christ like specie, subduer over evil. I was told I dressed uncivilized, unmodernized and not lively.
I was called A Fool. Stupid. Worthless. And good for nothing.
I cried my eyelids to darkness. My heartbeat gave me chest ache. I was beaten. So beaten that I can’t realise my face each time I come close to the mirror.
I told God. He said this. When the world calls you a fool, you are. When they say you are stupid, you are. When they say you are worthless, you are.
That you are Fool; Favoured Orchestrated by Optimism and A legal descendant of the most high.
That you are Stupid; A Soldier Talented Undisputed Peculiar Intelligent and Devoted.
That you are worthless; in the hands of the devil, yes, you are.
I never knew that my father was teaching me how to Live A Simple Life.
That Just the Way an Eagle can never be a Hen, or An Ostrich be a Duck that I should not conform to the standards of this world.
And just as they have their own dictionary, I should make use of mine because i am an AMBASSADOR of the most high, who came to show what the kingdom of God is Like, Here on Earth.
Because with God, Those broken brush still paint. Those shattered glasses gives out rainbow colours. Those broken dreams can still be amended.
Ask Joseph, Moses, Sarah, Esther, Gideon and I. You will see that ‘Nothing is too Impossible for God to do’
Don’t Forget what you are made of. You are an Ambassador of The Most High.
Always remember that.