Part 2: Do not miss your way

Hello, Sharing Life fam!

I hope the week has been eventful as mine has.

Last week, I spoke about community and how we ought to keep in mind that our lives are for community. I recall my last words being: And, a part of community is in understanding that your life isn't just for you only.

I was pondering on what this week's post would be when Holy Spirit brought to my attention an experience I had had in Kumasi when I was in KNUST.

I was on my way to campus from town and to get a bus that would take me to my hostel, I had to climb the overhead bridge to the other side to get a bus.

In normal fashion, I ran up the stairs.

When I got to about half the steps, a woman I had seen on the staircase (obviously catching her breath) said to me in twi (which I will type in English): I was waiting for you so I continue.

This got me thinking: how many people in my life are waiting for me to take a step so they do?

How many people around me need my courage, boldness, perseverance and persistence to live?

This is someone I did not know. And to be honest, I haven't met since. I'm not sure I can even remember what she looks like.

So today, like last week, I want to say to you that there are lives attached to your destiny.

There are lives depending on your obedience.

There are lives that need you to stay the course.

Right now, it may seem like there's nothing but, believe me, it will blow your mind the people you will encounter on your next junction of obedience.

Right now, it may seem there are no rewards in sight, you have nothing to show for all the work you're putting in. It may seem there is nothing happening even though you are showing up, putting in the work, and doing what in your "heartest", you know is yours to do. But, stay the course. It will all add up.

So, this is me here again, saying to you: Do not miss your way... lives are counting on you 💕

With all my love, as always,

Mary Magdalene.

Heartest: in your heart of hearts

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