THE THREE THINGS THAT I AM THANKFUL FOR TODAY
1. 1. My mother’s laugh.
I treasure this mostly because for many
years I have been a source of pain and consistent prayer to the queen that
pushed me out of her womb and was the first person to call me hers. I fought
with her, told her what my bruises from life’s battlefield had made me believe and
never once asked how she felt. When God healed me emotionally and spiritually,
He not only healed me but used my restoration to heal her. When she laughs with
me now, it is more than a laugh, it is a signature of healing; the surgical
scar that reminds me that we made it. I beatbox and she sings beautifully on
some days and to see her happy and say she loves me then to laugh, that I am
thankful for.
2. 2. My father’s strength and trust
Biblically I am to be his Father. Yes my father’s
name is Solomon and the wisdom that gushes out of him makes him deserved to
bear the name of such a man. Just like my mother, I was a source of pain and
prayer for the man who carried me in his heart before I was his seed. We
physically fought and of course he would go easy on me yet I would think I won
the fights (thank you Dad) I didn't believe in myself and so I didn't believe
anyone else did. The funny thing is that when you don’t love yourself, that
becomes your lens and every act of love is unseen through that lens. My father
once told me he doesn't trust me. I was mad, I was angry, I was betrayed. Not
for a second did I ask how it got to that. My reward, standing on the roof of
the house as an ‘unloved’ child about to jump and there I saw what I never
thought I would. Tears in the eyes of the man I never knew had any. That changed
me. I knew I was loved. He has borne so much: from resigning from jobs that
paid him millions because he could not stand corruption to selling everything
under his name to take care of his amazing wife and 7 children. I understood
and once I did, I saw him different. We grew, we merged and today he trusts me:
Not only monetarily but with his pain, his joys, his dreams and his hopes.
3. 3. Being believed in
As you have probably noticed, at some point
of growing up I stopped believing in myself. I would probably have been the
person Lupita spoke of about valid dreams but valid dreams mean nothing if I keep
suffocating them myself and blame the fact that all I have is a corpse on
everyone else other than me. On this continent, we rarely believe in each
other. We seem to all be in a rat race not realizing that the biggest problem
of being in a rat race is that we stopped being human eons ago. So when I have
an idea and hear an encouragement, or hear a story of a child who had nothing
but his bleeding dreams in his hand in a scorching continent and how they met
the midwife that saved his dreams life, I stand and salute because there is
something powerful that we all need and that is to be believed in. So to those
who rise up with their dreams and hopes worn closer to the heart than expensive
pendants, those who walk to the rhythm of purpose, feel no pain when the cold
wind of rejection blows your way because a warmer breeze is coming. You may
find it in the scent of simplicity and a kind gaze all saying one thing. I
believe in you. So here’s to those of us who have felt the warmer breeze and
are thankful for it
What are your three? Those are mine for today. See you tomorrow :-)
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