He dares not rise with the sun
Nor dream of retiring when it takes
From him the cock takes it cue for
Crow of the day, and the crickets
Weary of singing before his bed again feels his weight.
Ever moving, more for the demand
than for the desire,
Though not alone on the road ending
only when one’s number is called.
Purpose is lost and direction murdered
by the maddening rush
Yet for all the hypertensions, El Dorado is still missing.
Who ever wonders what he’s after or
knows to shout ‘Eureka’
when … Read the rest
Something vital is simply abundantly important. It’s just something you can’t do without. When such is missing, it’s either others functionings are impossible or one becomes a sitting duck – of course, whichever of the states would be just fine with the enemy but it’s not what God wants.
However, God does always makes sure
that the instructions we need for us to be safe and success are always as
previous as He is. Or of what use would a sign placed after the danger zone be
That’s the ingredient I’m pointing
at here. Tag it … Read the rest
The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit. John 3:8, NKJV
When Omotola decided to get her house connected to the grid, it’s because she’d realised how much she needed it and not because everyone claims to be plugged into it. Of course, she got some things done with it like the others do, but the fact that she was convinced about her need for it made a lot of differences, if not all of … Read the rest