Good day everyone. Hope your day is going well. As I sat down and rested, I pondered on the fragility of life. Recently, one of my friends lost her mother and it made me reflect on the loss of my own mom over twelve years ago. I recounted my experience to my friend. I told her that she will never get over the loss of her mother, but she will learn how to move on with her life. I told her to allow herself to grieve and not to feel guilty when the Devil or the accuser starts whispering in her ear about what she should have done for her mother. Given the circumstances, I know that she did her best. If others feel differently, so be it. Tell them to read my poem, ” Leave me at the Altar” and just pray. Too many mouths in the soup. Too many cooks in the kitchen. You get my drift.
I told my friend that I’ve been there and I have learned some valuable lessons about life. Numero uno, you will never be able to please people 100% of the time. People will only remember the times that you say no, and they will never appreciate all of the times that you said yes. But more importantly, your duty is to please God, not people. For when a man’s ways please God, He will make his enemies to be at peace with him. Ah peace, what we wouldn’t pay for that precious virtue. God is your ultimate judge.
People get mad when you don’t take their advice. When I take a look at their lives, it makes me question their ability to manage anything– period. If you can’t manage your own life, why should I follow you? I won’t. I choose to follow Jesus.
Don’t get mad at me when I don’t follow you. Stop bad mouthing me when I opt not to let you control me. Please, I beg you, keep your mouth out of my soup and stay out of my kitchen. Love you, but one mouth in my soup is about all that my stomach can handle.