A day has not been wasted if a memory has been made

Never let a day go by without imprinting on it
Never let a moment pass by without impressing your sign
Never let a person leave without impacting on them
Never let life become such a bore that you forget to live
Never let a day go by without inscribing your lasting effects

Your life…whose is it really?


May I crave your indulgence a moment…

Take a few minutes to think about your life; who you are, what you do, where you’ve been, where you’re at now…

Can you sincerely say to yourself, “This is my life, and I am here now…its not there yet but it is ‘my’ life… one day at a time, and I am thankful…”

But if you can’t quite recognize who you are or where you are at…

Then perhaps the real question you should be asking yourself is… “Is this my life?” or “Where is my life?” “Which way did it go?” “Whose script have I been playing?” “Whose stage has this been all along?”

It is thin line between conformity and reality… you could be living out someone else’s script and have misunderstood it to be your reality.

It doesn’t have to be that way…

That is my revelation to you tonight >>

To tell you that, really!, seriously!, it doesn’t have to be that way…



This is the last of the ember months and the final month for this year. And as the gates were shut for November at 11:59pm on the 30th, a new set of gates opened at 12:00am on the 1st of December to usher in a new season, a new epistle, and new grace for those who would walk through the gates.

Gates are opening and closing all through our lives. The question is; are you aware of this phenomenon of life? It just clocked twelve midnight as I write and it occurred to me that a new gate for a new day had just opened. As one day ends and another gate shuts, it is my earnest desire to do my work diligently as the clock ticks, to live life fervently and serve devotedly, to love unconditionally and forgive 70 x 7 times as along as offenses persists, to give generously, and allow my heart to ponder those things that matter most – like faith, love, hope and eternal peace. To pray fervently and to be a faithful steward unto God and humanity. And after all is said and done, either for one day or just a month, I want to be found standing at the gate with an outcry of expectation – “Open the Gates!!!”

So today in this month of December, perhaps you were never conscious of these gates in the initial stages, you can be aware now as another day is set to dusk so the new can dawn. With outstretched arms let the heavens hear your outcry “Open the Gates!!!” say it with faith and expectation so that the Lord of the gates can be Lord over your day as you walk through with great expectation.


Stay the course

If it so happens that you wake up clueless
That you suddenly are numb and cold
That the road ahead is plain, without frills
Like you’ve been racing downhill on a sledge
Only to arrive this lowland, ordinary, unadventurous
In spite of your disappointment
Be reminded that life is about the high and the lows
And that sometimes your drive wouldn’t awaken easily
That sometimes you will have to urge your own strength
And that no matter what you find,
You will have to look ahead to move ahead
No matter how slow, a step at a time is just fine

A day at a time

Life is here and now
This moment
A simple thought
A fleeting whiff
The cursory glance at life’s miniature features
Cumulating details of decisions we make by failing to make any at all
A mass of mental absenteeism snowballing downhill
A stockpile of unattended facets, wilting away, abandoned, forgotten
Punctured opportunities and the gradual sipping away of essence, chance, time
Then life passes by, leaving no traces, no footprint, no memories
We become as stone, cracklings, caked by the scorching sun
Hopeless and despondent that once again we have failed to live in the present moment
Life is here and now
This very moment
A beautiful morning, a kiss, a bear hug, a tear

What truly matters in the end?

Everything matters
Each word spoken and everything done matters
Everything left unsaid and everything left undone
Every transient thought
Every single day
All possible encounters fostered
Every single smile
The compliments paid
Every embrace felt
Every gratitude shared
Every gift given, even the tiniest handshake
Every promise made,
Every flimsy excuse
Every dream dreamed
Even the days that dragged on
And the nights that never seemed to end
The things you meant to do but never came around doing
And the one you did but never meant to
The things we should have done
The things we should have said
And the things we plan to do
The kindness we should have shown
The visit we should have made
Unwarranted procrastinations, and unredeemable opportunities, lost forever
The friend we could have been but failed to become
Family we could have had but were too proud to accept
Places we could have gone but too afraid to dream
The life we could have had but too short-sighted to believe
All of it matters in the end
Because everything is everything
The way we do one thing, is the way we do everything

Everything comes around

Life in a way is like a carousel, a merry-go-round
Everything comes around,
Although it isn’t always merry in the true sense of the word
Still our circumstances are a thread of unheeded events, and unfinished businesses
And the unwanted sprouts of an unattended garden
Like a neglected wound, the pain and the resulting infection will force you to care
Like the unresolved issue that comes knocking at your door years later
It is also the beautiful reward,
Like a booming winery following the undaunted effort of grooming a vineyard
Life gives us what we put in, there are no jackpots, no lottery tickets, no shortcuts
And those who win will always begin with a mind to finish whatever comes their way
Life rewards the fearless; not the fugitive, not the deserter, or the runaway

The Magic of Dreams

Dreams are like honey to the soul
A lamp in the dark
Whispers in the wind
A sparkle in the eyes
Speed to agile feet
A distant cry that calls out in the middle of nowhere
Traveling winds that drive the sails of the mind
A shot arrow seeking out its target
True love, deep and intense, that warms the heart and strengthens the body
A slow, steady and sure evolution of infinite thought to physical substance