Encore

 

  "Well done, good and faithful servant" are the only words I want to hear when I lay down at night. The breaths that I take are caused by God's allowance. Storytelling was a gift that was given to me through trials and tribulations. I'm like a newly manufactured light bulb forced to hang from a noose caused by ignorant wax candles. In other words, I have been falsely accused and persecuted. And will stand before kings and judges in the near future. For His glory alone do I live all the days of my life. Trends and hashtags are not what inspires me. But the things that make me feel happy are the subjects that interest me. I have created my own universe within the pages of composition notebooks. If the world was to go up in flames, I would have enough stories and characters to entertain myself.         

  If there is one thing that I learned while on this earth for twenty-eight years, it has been to be proud to be me. From my nose to my ear down to my taste in food I am proud of who I am. I am proud of who I will become. I am proud of what I have accomplished in five years. Comparison distracts us from seeing and enjoying the blessings God has given us. Some days I feel free. Some days I feel trapped. Some days the sun shines. Some days it rains. It comes with the territory.        

  Imitation has no place here. Like any other human being I do get inspired. I study the greats of the past and present so I can be just as great. Greatness has always been the goal behind everything I do. I have mastered my own style and approach to the art of writing. Vocabulary, structure, periods, commas, and even punchlines reflect my complexities. A student I always be. Every day I am willing to learn new things about writing as a craft and myself.        

  Me being a black man was predestinated before I was formed in my mother's womb. I am thankful to God that I was raised in the 21st century. It's like a gift and curse that one has to live to accept. Despite growing up blessed with advances I will always have a heart and conscience for the needy and misfortunate (mentally and spiritually). With my left hand I write a thought about an event or topic. But with my right hand my fingers are turning the pages of my Bible. When I first started doing this it caused a dilemma. This was needed whether I wanted it or not. As a member of the body of Christ I am to influence the culture, not be influenced by the culture.           

  Blessed and grateful I am to have my own ministry. All glory and honor are given to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. After waking up every morning and saying a prayer, I chase after my purpose not a job. I work on behalf of ideas and concepts, not for money. Money is nothing more than a resource that helps us with the basic necessities for survival (food, clothing, and shelter). It should not be idolized, praised, or loved. The Lord has shown me my end. All I have to do is trust His plan.       

  A stage is being set in realms we cannot see. There are ceremonies and meetings taking place that we have no clue about. Armies in Heaven and in Hell are rallying up their forces. We walk the thin line every time we decide to leave our homes. It's up to us to decide whether to live for Jesus or the world. Remember, a man cannot serve two masters. One day we all will have to stand before God and be judged based off how we lived our lives and how we managed the gifts He gave us. What will you say to Him? Stay in God and repent from whatever is not His will for your life.