There is no greater feeling than having family. Family that sticks together and cheers you on. Family that you can call when the world is frustrating. I understand that not every family is this way, but should this not be the goal? I do not care about how much wealth you may have amassed over the years, if your family is not together it means nothing. As cliche as it sounds tomorrow is not promised. Make the best of today. It doesn't matter who hurt you, or who said what. What matters is that you are the one with the forgiving spirit, and as hard as it may seem it is always the right time to do right. What if the person does not want things to be right? It doesn't matter. Your duty is to love and respect them from a pure and true heart. Be nice, not because they deserve it, but because it is the right and proper thing to do. They were assigned as your family whether you agree or not for a special reason. You will never find out what the reason was if you are living your life detached from them. Allow me to guilt trip you a little. You remember that verse about "loving God" but hating your brother?(or father, or mother, or siblings or that person that you are thinking about as you read this), God says you do not love him. Good luck defending that. Love on someone undeserving this weekend.
Long story short: Family is everything. Silver + gold + diamonds. Do not let situations tell you any different.
God is Love.
Random fact: Frogs sometimes eat enough fireflies that they themselves glow
Attending a Nigerian "primary" school, I got accustomed to the daily routine of teachers calling out everyone on the attendance list as we each replied "present sir/ma". On days when we were absent, we got punished the next day if we did not have excuses to be absent. Luckily, I do not get punished for not attending to this space.
March is almost over, and graduation is right by the corner. May 5th is the day I become a "graduate" (whatever that word honestly means). Does that mean I should know everything I was taught the past 3/4 years ago? Does it mean I am now "grown"? Or is it plainly the promotion out of the building I created memories in the recent bit of my life?
Whatever the word means, I stay grateful for the strength and courage it took me to go through the years. Times when there was screaming, crying, leaps of joy, allergic and stress-induced reactions amidst an ocean of emotions, God taught me that I had to endure the storms to honestly appreciate the rainbows. God taught me humility. He taught me patience. He taught me to taste my words before I spit them out. He taught me to laugh when tears made more sense. He taught me to wait. He taught me that there will be days like those. He told me He will walk by me. He told me He will carry me when my strenght was gone. He showed me love, and how to love.
It feels good to be back. I'm happy in the space and place I'm in mentally.
Random tip: Not everything will make sense in life. Don't even try to understand it. Place it and rest your understanding on the fact that God sees it ALL, and everything will work out in time.