Growing up, we literally had nothing, no big fancy house with many rooms, no big TV screen. It was a humble background. Life was simple, but I was content. I had a mom who loved me and I knew it. It’s one thing to be loved and it’s yet another thing to know that you’re loved. In as much he wasn't my biological dad, I had someone to call a father.
There was nothing fancy about it given the many differences I had with him ever since my childhood life. However I am grateful for one thing, He was a tough guy. The African he was, He was the lion of the estate. Every parent and child knew him. He would roar and fear would be instilled in everyone from the oldest to the youngest. I would play out there confidently because anyone who would dare hurt me would do that at their own risk. “I will tell my dad” was my leverage. At that tender, innocent age, I knew whose I was. I knew who I belonged to, the rest were details.
Several years down the line I sit here and write this article drawing lessons from my childhood. I learnt something from the My-dad-and-I relationship. See, life is never about what you have or have not. Life is not even about who you are. Life is all about WHOSE you are.
See, life is funny. The people who know nothing about you ironically are the ones who have a lot to say about you. People talk, people have opinions, people judge. Listen child of God, you cannot stop people from saying nasty things about you, but the secret lies in discovering whose you are.
The story of the prodigal son in Luke 15:11-32 is a story I love. See, even after the prodigal son messed up, even after he had dined with the pigs and spent all he had, even when he had nothing else to live for. Before he gave up on life he remembered something. I like the way the bible puts it
Luke 15:17: (New American Standard Bible)
"But when he came to his senses”
Listen child of God, after the devil has messed you up left right and center, after people have judged you, after someone said you cannot make it in life, after you have been rejected by the ones you thought were your friends. After all has been said and done, there’s a place in life where you come to your senses child of God. A place where you brush away every dirt of negativity on you and say to yourself like the prodigal son “you know what? I have a father I can go to. There’s a place in life where you remember whose you are. A place where you remember what God says about you. What God calls you in
1 Peter 2:9
A chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people. God says in
Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me. How awesome is that!
Just because they know your past mistakes and go about talking behind your back is not reason for u to condemn yourself. Hold your head up, Wake up every day with a smile not because everything is moving smoothly in your life. Far from it. Smile because you know you’re not alone child of God. He's got your back. He says be of good cheer. He says "I will help you"
No matter what happens, never give up, never throw in the towel, never bow no matter how hard you're pushed. Come to the place where you remember Whose You Are. You're God's.