It’s a new week and the hustle
continues; waking up early, stepping out of the house to go find my daily bread
and possibly butter too. Last week, I didn’t start my week so well… I gisted
you naa, how I woke up late and went to work, and how that defined the whole
day for me. I can tell you now that in so many ways it affected even my whole
week – last week. How do I get to avoid that in this new week?
I am sure you know this saying:
early to bed; early to rise…lol, it is a funny one because as valid as it is,
it doesn’t work all the time.
The year may have started on
the 1st of January, but officially 2017 started for me and for so many others yesterday (3rd January).
You know what I mean right? The holiday is over and it is back to work for some. You know how many detest Mondays just because it cuts short all the rest
and/or flexing from the weekend. How when you are just coming to terms with the
weekend mood, all of a sudden, you just have to wake and go to work. You know
that feeling right? Yeaaa...Lol.
In the spirit of the New Year,
I decided to tamper with the theme of my blog and what you see now is what I
came up with. What do you think about it? Do you remember what this space used
to look like in 2016? See it bellow…
It feels more like Grace to me. We all
call it New Year, but it sounds more like Grace to me. At exactly 12:00AM
today, where were you? I was in Church… and the Priest wished us all a Happy
New Year and just spontaneously there was an eruption of emotions… People began
to shout (people like me naa…lol). Shouts of Victory; Shouts of Triumph, as if
we have been in a battle with our enemy and have just been declared the winner.
It was amazing. Music filled the air and there was dancing, just like David did.
Some were seen going down on their knees with hands lifted to the heavens in
worship, and adoration to the Most High. I can’t describe all I saw meehn because
I was also in a world of my own that time.
All these for the New Year…? high
expectations and new resolutions. The beauty of the whole thing is that even
though we don’t know tomorrow but we are hopeful for the best. The moment of crossed over feels a lot like God’s
Grace to me. Looking back, I know verily that my being here now has nothing to
do with me, but the Grace and Mercies of God. So as I shouted in triumph over
the enemy, I acknowledge that it is God who made it possible. His Grace will
see us through to tomorrow and we will count down as the days go by.