Dear me,
I am no longer afraid of my own greatness. I’m no longer afraid of being worthy of all that is good and pleasant in the eyes of my maker and creator. I’m no longer afraid of the very best version of all that God has in store for me. I’m no longer afraid, therefore, I no longer stall.
When I gaze upon the reflection of my own image, I do not see a broken-down, worn-out, or helpless being. I do not see that. And even though I am wounded, even though I’m broken, even though I am shattered in pieces that are so numerous that it’s hard to piece them back together; and even though I am lost in my own thoughts searching for meaning in being; and even though I feel this way or that, I am not any of these things.
Yes, I struggle. Yes, I am so weak and feeble it is (sometimes) difficult to remember what it feels like to be strong, but these things — whatever they are — they’re all part of the journey of the greatness that I was created to live. Hence, because I must live in the ambits of greatness, I cannot leave the road to greatness though it is littered with my own struggle and anguish.
I am no longer ashamed to accept that which is within me—especially when it blossoms like a tree of righteousness. Even when I feel rejected or dejected, I accept the goodness of GOD that dwells inside of my mind. If the core of love in me is a mime, I am no longer afraid to let it speak. I’m no longer afraid of what it must take for me to be the very best of myself. I’m no longer ashamed or afraid of the greatness that resides in my heart.
I am no longer afraid of myself; I am no longer afraid, nor am I weary of myself. Today is the last day I feel sorry for being the spitting image and likeness of GOD. I embrace myself warmly, without pride, without prejudice, without procrastination. Because my predestination is so detailed, as shown in the intricate design of my fingerprint, I arise without shame. I am no longer the same as I was yesterday.
I’m not ashamed of the greatness that is before me; I’m not afraid of the goodness that is beside me. I am no longer afraid of the weight of my own excellence, nor do I fret at the skill of my hands, which are worship to the giver of my breath. I am no longer afraid to stand above the things that have been under the influence of the enemy of my soul. I understand that the place of my limitation is an avenue of adoration to my GOD. I am no longer afraid of starting from the very least of myself until I make it through the bucket list of life at its fullest. I am no longer afraid…of myself.
Cheers,
Olatunde
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