That year was tough for me. Outwardly, everything seemed fine, but inwardly, I struggled. My concerns weren't about basic needs like food and shelter but deeper issues: career choices, relationships, and feeling stuck.
One evening, unable to find a taxi or ride after shopping, I boarded a public minivan. A woman sat in front of me, securely carrying her baby on her back with Iro and Oja. Lost in thought, I silently wept, feeling sabotaged and stagnant. After all, I was God's 'perfect' daughter; everything should be perfect and rosy.
Then, my gaze fell on the woman and baby. A gentle voice whispered, 'Would this woman be happy if, after 20 years, her child remained an infant, still needing to be carried?' I answered, 'No.' That's when it hit me: God was speaking. I was the baby. Now, it was time to mature.
Project "Leaving Infancy Behind" is no bed of ice cream and shawarma.
2 Peter 3:18, Ephesians 4:15
Time for self check.
That year was tough for me. Outwardly, everything seemed fine, but inwardly, I struggled. My concerns weren't about basic needs like food and shelter but deeper issues: career choices, relationships, and feeling stuck.
One evening, unable to find a taxi or ride after shopping, I boarded a public minivan. A woman sat in front of me, securely carrying her baby on her back with Iro and Oja. Lost in thought, I silently wept, feeling sabotaged and stagnant. After all, I was God's 'perfect' daughter; everything should be perfect and rosy.
Then, my gaze fell on the woman and baby. A gentle voice whispered, 'Would this woman be happy if, after 20 years, her child remained an infant, still needing to be carried?' I answered, 'No.' That's when it hit me: God was speaking. I was the baby. Now, it was time to mature.
Project "Leaving Infancy Behind" is no bed of ice cream and shawarma.
2 Peter 3:18, Ephesians 4:15
🤔 Time for self check.