LIFE’S NOT A DREAM

Row, row, row your boat... Gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily... life is just a dream.

Please I beg to disagree, that life is just a dream, for if life were to be a dream you wouldn’t need to scream when danger loomed, laughing grim because you would know that you could always wake up with a grin.

A dream would mean all plants were green, no seasons, no treason, and definitely no reason to make you green. A dream would mean we wouldn’t have dreams and work all the days of our dreams trying to make it real...

In dreams you just voice your wish and it becomes real - but in life, there is no genie; all we have are our genes that would help us attain our different dreams. In dreams no one wears jeans, just royal garbs meant for kings and queens or maybe some princess and prince.

If life were to be a dream then everything we had would be free, and we would float about without gravity, drawing all shapes in the skies to capture our glee...Ahem... we would all have salad, chicken, dessert and none would soak garri.

If life were to be a dream, then guns and swords wouldn’t be...Say, what dreams would build weapons for world war three? And for profits, throw a killing spree?

It’s only truly holidays in dreams; in life, holidays are never free because your workload on work days, pay the holidays’ fee...No thoughts to scare you with any negativity...Just thought to reveal how real life is beyond the rim of dreams.
In life diabetes waits after ice cream, an eye for an eye, plus good for evil, please don’t scream...because even if you do, you won’t wake up from this dream.

In life, our paddles are hoes and tractors and fire grills...Sorry, there are no boats just mighty warships & we have oceans, seas and rivers in place of streams
Please I do not agree that life is just a dream, cos that would mean that the Bible is a book of fantasy...it would mean that there was no old rugged tree... and death would lunch on our kidneys without a fee...yes and our eyes for dessert pastry...

But I know a land where the imaginations of dreams are paled... the journey to this beautiful land begins from Galilee... up to the tree in the centre of the three... on Golgotha, the skull that’s called a hill... takes you through where Hades lost its thrill... and finally submits you to the throne room, where Yehova chills... the beautiful city...the beautiful city indeed where everything is free...

I’m on the road to that city, that’s why life to me is a journey...so you too could take life as a journey... and ride steady on your donkey...so trot, trot, trot your horse gently down the road...
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life could lead to thrones...

YOU GOT STUFF?

More than three instances in the scriptures provide logical proof that we’ve always got stuff (ability) that we need to attain our purposes, but lack of awareness or inability to properly harness what we’ve got deludes us with the thoughts that we do have stuff. Worst case scenario is when we realize what we’ve got and refuse to ask the creator of the software (ability) how to properly harness it – cos we know he’s going to ask us to lay it down – Hmmmmm... that’s the tedious, brick-walling, iron-smelting part; laying down our stuff.

Yehova, my Dada, asked David for his sling; whoever went to battle giants with a sling? When David yielded the only tool he knew how to harness pretty well, it didn’t matter what its history or antecedents were, the LORD OF WAR took over. The sling took on the laws of rocket science and a common sling became the song of a hero; just cos the hero was willing to lay down the only thing he had – a sling.

Yehova’s flaming tongue on the branch asked Moses “what have you got in your hand?” and when Moses responded, he was asked to lay it down and pick it up according to instructions; the rod which was used in taming lousy sheep became the rod of GOD. The same rod that played instrumental roles in parting the red sea and spinning fresh aqua from dead rocks... stunts that only could have been spun due to a total surrender of one’s tool to the most high, most fly.




Elijah asked the Zarepath lady “excuse me ma, what have you got at home to feed a hungry prophet?” her response was “the last round of grub” but she gave it to the prophet, holding on to the first verse of psalm 23 and the multiplier effect took over; just cos she was willing to lay down the only stuff she had. But for want of generations her borrowed cruse would still be enjoying the meal cruise till this day.

Elisha also asked a prophet’s wife “Lady what have you got?”...”I just have the last round of oil in my jar” and Elisha went “Whoa! My master got the multiplier effect algorithm correct, he taught me too”...Next thing you knew, the lady was running shows in the oil exporting business - The value of realizing the stuff you’ve got.

Jesus asked a little boy for his lunch; the lunch box that fed 4,000 men... hmmm...talk about transformers.

In all these situations, the parties involved recognized what they had! #GBAM! The size, magnitude or seeming importance didn’t matter, it was still stuff, and they laid it down.

Yes, you’ve got stuff; else, you wouldn’t be consuming the ever depleting oxygen in earth’s atmosphere. Your purpose precedes you and the stuff for the attainment of that purpose had existed before you were created. At the point of departure from the manufacturing plant of heaven, that stuff was given you, so you could attain your purpose (some say that’s why you were born with your palm closed in a fist – not really sure bout that but it sounds logical as folks die with their palms open; an exhaustion of the stuff they came with).

Have you identified your stuff? If you haven’t, you cannot attain purpose; and if you have, lay it down at the feet of the manufacturer so He can teach you how to properly harness it – and once you have learnt and are groomed in the ways, your journey of purpose begins.