For quite some time, I have struggled under the burden of a rapidly increasing customer base. The patronage I enjoy now could be said to have quadrupled compared to when I started my cake business in 2014, especially in ways I never really envisioned it would. Unfortunately, my dilemma is entirely a product of my unpreparedness for growth, and sadly, my lack of foresight.
Just the other day, I was educated further on my situation by a big brother friend of mine, who I must say is quite committed to ensuring I make the most of the traction I have gained so far. One of the things he said to me, that stuck like glue, was that “opportunities like this will not remain forever if I didn’t seize them.” It didn’t occur to me at the time that my problem “of too many customers” was actually a blessing – clearly not in any disguise whatsoever.
Just the other day, my dear friend Iris, opened up to me about why she couldn’t bear watching certain TV shows for their flagrant display of adultery. Now, regardless of how popular they’d become, Scandal and Power seemed topmost on her list considering how many times she picked on those two.
She was resolutely unyielding in accepting the idea that it is now “modern” to break your marriage vows, especially when it makes you happier – giving you a chance at a truer and more exhilarating relationship with somebody else, who’s supposedly better and more compatible than your once precious and unequaled significant other.
To the brink of definite and total belief, it’s been said most frequently that God has an awful sense of humour.
Unsurprisingly, it is hard to argue against such an assertion when you consider God in relation to our human condition through the eyes of our human logic and understanding.
If you were to try to reason out the sense in seemingly undeserved trials that He allows to happen to us – trials that we’d all be more than happy to do without – you’d find the whole matter nothing short of a fathomless abyss.
Sunday’s evenings are usually insightful, engaging and entertaining, and last Home Fellowship meeting was no exception. The outline for the day was about the interestingly controversial topic of SEX, with the title “Managing Your Sexual Drive” to boot.
The time had come again for us to painfully tackle questions pertaining to our sexuality. I could only imagine how uncomfortable some of us may have been discussing such a subject openly, especially within the holy ambience of Church. But as always we had to deal regardless of our sensibilities, mainly because of the unavoidable importance of sex in our individual lives and relationships.
As a consequence, I have always held the view that in addressing life issues, (such as sex) we must endeavor to be honest and practical in our approach: meaning, I don’t want you to just preach to me but show me the “how-to-do”.
As an example, one of my favorite advice from the Word is “Flee from temptation.” It is so unashamedly stark and down-to-earth, as if saying, “dude, run for your life and forget trying to be superman!”
There are three opposing forces I struggle each day to subdue: the devil, the world’s system and myself.
However, at the moment, the greatest pain is myself, and “self-centeredness” is the keen instrument of choice used by yours truly for my utmost affliction.
It is terrible. I am like single mindedly bent on destroying myself with my array of self-pleasing agendas. Not that I don’t know the Life to live, yet I seem more drawn to the death of me.