She looked at the picture for the umpteenth time. How did Ewusi become so successful?, she smiled but before long her thoughts couldn’t help but wander. Self pity flooded her the moment she decided to compare. They were class mates and even shared a desk. The same Ewusi who needed her help to understand simple things in class. Look at me she thought, I’m miserable.
Ewusi thought about Ama and decided to give her a call. Before he realized it was morning. His phone was by him, he had opened Ama’s contact. This stress is making me loose my life, he thought. I really need some time for myself. Man must settle fast this locum is killing me. Soon I hope to earn enough and have more time for myself.
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At some point in our lives our circumstances might be overwhelming or underwhelming. We might be too busy for our own good or we have too little to do and feel we are not going any where in life.
We do not dare to classify or compare ourselves with some who commend themselves. When they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are not wise. 2 Corinthians 10:12 (NIV)
It is much harder for us to be content with where we are because the world’s systems make it easier to see the achievements of others. There is an unspoken standard that we aim to reach to show the stuff we are made of. If only we would try and understand the sacrifice it takes to reach those heights we would not be making comparisons when we are not ready to put in the work.
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On the other hand there are those of us who are really doing the best we can but are just stuck. We never seem to get better opportunities. It always the mundane stuff, the boring things.
If we are faithful in the little, we can be assured of the bigger things. I once lived close to a construction site and a very tall building was to be constructed. The foundation was dug so deep. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the amount of concrete needed to fill it. Everything looked so routine at the site. If they were not mixing concrete then they were arranging iron rods. All these things that made no sense to me were to allow the structure to stand. At the end it was such a beautiful building.
It took workers who did not get tired of routine to construct a beautiful building. Please do not get tired yet. Allow the mundane to build the beautiful.
Much love,
Musings of a God girl.
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