Friday, September 16, 2011

Be ok with where you are…

 Aha!!! I finally got it!!! I’ve finally accepted the fact that I am ok with where I am today; knowing that God is preparing me for my tomorrow. It took many stressful events in my life to realize that I was in the wrong lane of runners, who obliviously were running a different race. In doing so I missed out on a lot of character development in which I thought came along with age increase; oh how I was wrong!!!  
Recently I had a profound dream which later manifested into a paradigm shifting of my mind. In the dream I was jogging up a hill. I had my usual workout gear on and even my new balance workout sneakers (which were on sale at a really great price) on, and up the hill I jog. The wired yet rewarding thing I recognized in the dream was as I was running at my usual pace, I never got tired.  Now Listen!! I've lived in Tallahassee, FL a little over a year now and besides it being the capital of Florida, this college town city foundation is structured on big hills… Hills everywhere!!! I’m talking about Mt. Everest sizes hills…ok maybe not that big (LOL).
But when you’re jogging up a hill for the first time and the incline is at its max, your body begins to change; heart rate increases, muscles become numb, and your body begins to produce sweat like never before. All the while your primary mission is for you to make it up to the top of the hill without passing out. But in this dream there was something strange which took place while jogging, not a bit of sweat or exhaustion. It was as if I were in Jamaica relaxing on the deck sipping on virgin daiquiris; the weather was perfect (cool breezes just before the sunrise), my breathing remained normal, no numbness in my legs or thighs, and my perspiration level was at its normal low. I felt like a gold metal Olympic champion!!  
Later in the dream while jogging I passed by a woman at a stop sign who called out to me. Now many of you joggers/runners know that if you are distracted by something, immediately you’re knocked out of your zone. Hearing the desperate cry for help I immediately turn around to see what her need was; knowing good and well that this decision would break me out of my virgin daiquiri sipping mode, I stopped and turned back to jogged to the woman at the stop sign.
When I finally got there the woman began to tell me about how she wasn’t prepared for this race and “do you mind waiting for me?” With a heart of sympathy I waited for her and we both took off up the hill together. While jogging up the hill, but not at my usual pace (SLOWER THIS TIME) my body began to take on a negative reaction. By me jogging at such a slower pace it made me feel like I was pulling tons of bricks up the hill with me. I was extremely exhausted while sweating uncontrollably, I tried to speed up to my usual pace and retrieve my freedom back. In doing so the woman would always motion to me that I was going too fast and I needed to slow down. I tired slowing down ONE LAST time for her, and the brick pulling up the hill was back!! I finally turn my head towards her and said “Lady you’re on your own,” and I immediately took off running like road runner on Looney Tunes (LOL). My freedom straightaway came back to me and I was back relaxing on the deck in Jamaica, sipping on daiquiris (virgin of course).
So what is the moral of this dream? Live life in the pace that God gives you; true character is built in your levels of conquer. So if you haven’t conquered a level in development in which character is concern, you will not last in a race in which you did not prepare for. So my friend be ok with where the Lord has you right now at this very moment… its ok. Now on the contrary, do not be lazy in achieving the goal in which the Lord has set before you, but become a champion!!!
I pray that this message has the same dynamic effect on you as it did for me. Never look to your right or your left; God is right in front of you. I love you!! God bless you!! And until next time…Live life on PureEnlightenment of His word.
-PureEnlightenment

No comments:

Post a Comment