Thoughts and Other Things

A church-sister of mine went to be with the Lord a few days ago. Through her, God taught me an awful lot about self-righteousness. She was not a perfect person, no one is, but my religious self tended to forget that, and so I didn’t treat her the way I should have all the time. But I’m so grateful to God for the opportunity to put my religious tendencies aside and love her purely in the past few months before she kissed this world goodbye. When I heard she had passed, I thought of a poem I was read, one I want to share with you. Its author is unknown; I came across it in a book by Nancy Van Pelt, ‘To have and to hold: a guide to successful marriage’ (don’t ask why I was reading this book, lol). This poem needs no further introductions, nor does it need ending comments, it just hits home all by itself. Here it is: Not Judge Too Hard (Unknown) Pray don’t find fault with the man who limps  Or stumbles along the road, Unless you have worn the shoes he wears  Or struggled benea...

So my face has decided to hate me. My skin is just in its own world, somewhere amongst those teenager planets. Pimples, marks and spots…that kinda thing. And no thank you, I have taken enough advice as is. I drink a lot of water (okay, maybe not a lot). I’m working on not touching my face every 5 seconds and I’m using a very good (and expensive) skin care product. But that’s not the point, point is, my face got me down in the dumps when it came to my self-esteem. I felt ugly. Your face is the very first thing someone sees when they see you, and when it acts up, it makes you feel very uncomfortable around people and just generally unhappy with your looks. So yesterday while washing my face, I asked myself: am I beautiful? And my poetic heart responded. It said: Not because of a flawless-radiant face, not because of the colour of my skin; No, not because of the style of my hair, even not because of the shape of my figure. None of these things make me beautiful, they are only a shadow of...

Goodness, I’m taking so long with this, many of the people I’m writing to are long gone, lol. Forgive me. So I’ll just squish the last three points in this one post. 3. Choose them right One nice thing about going to tertiary, is meeting all these different people from all these different places. It’s an exciting thing. And the process of choosing friends from among these many strangers can also be exciting. But don’t get too excited and just choose anyone you run into. Friends can be very influential, so you have to make sure that those you choose are going in the same direction as you, so they won’t influence you out of your path. Remember what Paul said in Corinthians about how bad company corrupts good character? Keep that in mind. 4. Keep watch – don’t let your guard down At any stage of our lives, we are never above temptation. It’s more intense when you’re ‘alone’ in a ‘new place’. You might be pressured by the fact that you’re the only one ‘living right’ among so many people...