The Teachable Spirit 1

I used to think that in order for me to be fit to take up any task, I had to be fully prepared… I mean 100% prepared.

As I sit in bed to reflect on this thought, I realise that this assumption is not 100% fact.

I have come to realise that sometimes one is ‘prepared’ on the job.

I reckon that the more you work/ practice/ do your given task, the more you become and mature into your duty.

But one thing I was taught by the Great Teacher is this:

It takes a person with a teachable spirit to be entrusted with such roles.

Have you ever wondered why some people get jobs you feel they are not worthy of attaining or qualified for?

The reason why some of these people get such mandates is because of the spirit they possess- the spirit that acknowledges its ignorance and thirsts for growth and knowledge; the spirit that is open to rebuke in order that they may attain their fullest potential.

As you retire to bed this night I want you to reflect on this as you relate this post to yourself…ask yourself:

Do I possess the spirit that will enable God to entrust anything (be it a job, ministry, a relationship, a platform) to me?

If you answered no to this question, like the Psalmist in Ps. 51:10, we are asking the Good Lord to renew a right spirit within us.

God bless you as you desire to live a life pleasing to the One and Only Sovereign God.

It's still #SHARINGLIFE.

Have a blessed sleep.

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