SUNRISE : PHASES

IMAGINATIONS

Thoughts are seeds, planted through the inspiration of beliefs and dreams, brought to limelight by the one empowered to see the vision of the future.

Through unspoken words or ideally crafted pictures, they give life and hope to the bearer.

Step by step with faith, courage, the grace of God and wisdom to direct, amoebic thoughts - the springboard  to success captured by how far the mind can see begin to take shape and gradually form beautifully in reality.

Then the big ' IF ' and ' BUT ' rears its ugly head because fear and doubt  try to cast their shadow over the big picture, trials join the party like a tempest storm, nothing good ever comes easy. The road is filled with potholes and the sea is not smooth sailing, sink or swim the mind contemplates. 

Only the willing and able will strive through its turmoil, because the power of the hope of a better future stands strong and will faint not.

There is light at the end of the tunnel, hard work pays, the sweat of the body will not be in vain. Walk, run, fly and soar higher, spreading the wings of imagination like an eagle boundless from coast to coast, the view from the top is beautiful through the eyes of the beholder.

Look to the horizon, sunset beckons, the evening tide gently rolls in and darkness creeps in over the earth.

There is time for everything and the set time is now. Rise up like the super sun; let the world behold the glory of the shining in which you were created.  If you can believe it, then you can achieve it.

The world awaits you.

                                 

RESOLUTIONS

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock the clock sounds in earnest, beating in resonance with the heart, announcing to all who cares to listen that time is of the essence and is running fast, waiting for no man. The seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days, days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months which are known for the seasons they usher in.

Season in, Season out; man walks about in circles, each desiring a change of direction but not having enough willpower or strength to enforce change.

Plans are made coined beautifully by the name ‘Resolutions’, but the planner is almost never resolute in strength to execute, failing each time by succumbing to the power of procrastination,  the greatest thief of time, putting off everything to be done at a later time till the years go by like a rolling stone.

Making resolutions becomes no more than a recurring bad habit that develops into character, defacing the essential personality of the man.

How will change come?

How will stories turn to glory?

How will a new name be attached to this life?

Without much gainsaying; No pain, no gain, No risk, no reward, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

It takes a strong resolve to learn to rise up above the shadows of our weakness that haunts us and submitting ourselves to the will of our creator, bowing our minds in full acceptance of our deficiencies that will welcome the spirit of change.

Change, though sometimes gradual but surely it will come eventually. Unsavory habits, bad addictions, wrong attitudes and behaviours will become a thing of the past, leaving the bearer in total liberation from the chains of their personal albatross.

Result is the perfect medicine for insult.

Make the effort to become the change you seek.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, and Tick Tock the clock sounds in earnest.

THE HOPE OF A NEW DAWN

The dawn ushers in a new day.

The Lord's mercies have kept you still through every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week and every month. Another year rolls by taking along with it the pains, joy, sweat, sorrow and dreams, leaving each person with their story or glory of yesterday that could linger on in the feelings of fulfillment or failure.

No one has the power to turn back the hands of time, the past is gone forever, and only the future waits.

The choices made today will determine how the journey on the long road of tomorrow will be. If we choose not to be weary, the blessings of God will keep us standing strong in glory.

In His words ever sure and true, He does make everything beautiful in its time.

As we move along in grace and wisdom, the toils of our hands would not reap rewards of futility but would bring big beautiful bountiful harvest that elevated our status quo in due season.

May the glory of our lifting be felt like the strong harmattan winds in its full force making every unwanted leaf to wither, leaving only the fruitful and able to stand item awe.

May the glory our lifting come down like the rain in its season; watering the seeds of our labour into blossoming trees and plants that decorate our world.

May the glory of our lifting arise and shine like the ever blazing super sun, the world would see and admire.

There is no hiding place for the goldfish.

A new dawn beckons, embrace it.