This is a guest post by Leonel Wambia.
I didn’t know that I was born for purpose. I didn’t even know what purpose was. A broken mosaic, I always tried to fix. The conditions that I was born in embodied a deceptive fallacy, an emblem of a purposeless life.
Trying to fit in, I only fit out. I felt comfortable in my own company, or rather I minded my own business. I had no standards,no ambitions. My goals and dreams were six feet under. I had to uncover,but didn’t see the lid.
I was driven by the sentiments of man. His words were my fuel. His sentiments my wheels. I was brighter than my contemporaries, but nobody cared,nobody even saw. No one gave me a chance to prove myself, to atleast show them what lingered within me.
They killed my esteem, destroyed my pride that everytime I looked at man I saw hopelessness, a life with a beginning but with an inglorious end. I had put my trust in men, and they destroyed it. I had placed my heart in them but they crushed it.
They said the truth though, where was my life heading to? What direction was it taking? Then one day I remember, a day no different than other days, I heard a man speak. He spoke of another man, a man who was willing to love me in my crumbled up state.
My hope in man had died. He didn’t even stand a chance or a seat but before I could lift up my feet and leave, before I could arrogantly assume the mumbles I had heard, I felt a grasp on my heart,a beckoning call, a softening willow. His love engulfed me and his peace surrounded me,that I surrendered.
I had never seen a man as this, and from that day I have never seen, a man who loved me the way I was but loved me so much more to leave me that way. That man’s name is Jesus, He is still waiting. He is still knocking.Surrender!