…this dream. Yes, I was. Not today. My dad set the ball rolling many, many years ago when I was just a child. When I realised it, I didn’t understand its purpose, but it felt dope to tell anyone who cared to listen, “Hey, this is what I am….” and “I am going to be …”
My motivation for “this is what I am” and what “I am going to be …” were wrong though.
I couldn’t fit into the shoe I had created for myself because it didn’t belong to me. Also, the journey felt like going in circles because though I set sail, I wasn’t arriving at any destination neither was any bank in sight. It seemed as though I was lost at sea.
Then the clues started to fall around me. First, I uprooted from a known ground and transplanted in the unknown. Yeah, that youthful exuberance. But I was ill-prepared and unaware it was rocky ground so, I sprouted quickly because the soil wasn’t deep, and because I had no roots, I started to wither. Quickly, I moved and soon found myself among thornbushes. Though I grew, the thornbushes choked me and I couldn’t produce.
I desperately needed to be on good ground because it was the only way the dream I was given could be realised. But I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know where to get help because I didn’t know where I was.
Imagine a bird with broken wings on the ground, unable to flap those wings and take flight. Help finds it and filled with compassion helps the bird to heal so one day, it will fly again.
That was me. Help found me and had compassion for this lost girl. With a bag, I received a compass, so I wouldn’t ever get lost again. Finally, I understood the purpose of the dream.
Yes. Of all things, Help used a bag to reroute me. Let’s talk about this bag tomorrow.
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