Day 10: Destiny
*For all my beautiful left-handed friends, and for all the children who were forced to become right-handed*
There was a story of a little boy
Who was born to write with his left hand
‘When I was a child, I understood like a child, spoke like a child, and thought as a child, but when I became a wo/man I put away childish things.’ ‘If I cannot put away childish things then they will put me away.’
I grew up seeing adults understanding as a children, speaking as a children, and thinking as a children. Though…
There’s no reason I can’t sleep when she sleeps other than maybe because of some personal sort of neurosis. The hours being the same so long as I wake up with her, I mean maybe even longer and more if I wake up earlier than her on the days when she works pm.
Sometimes Around one, she wakes up and yells at me, telling me how rude I am for still being awake and making so much noise.
If you continue “practicing” your gift, you will discover the beauty of the finished product…at the right time. This brings to mind proverbs 18:16
A man's gift makes room for him and brings him before great man.”
All in God's perfect timing….my job is to continue perfecting it, though the process of faith not by sight…