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Seeing past today

It came to my mind this week how easy it was for some of us, if not all( perharps some people are exceptionally patient)to give up when the going gets tough.Its so easy to turn back when we look at the tunnel and no light is in sight.It is like walking without a destination,we just feel so overwhelmed by life.We think we have been walking for so long and there seeem to never be an end.I remember a story told by one of the leaders of the church.He talked about a deaf boy perticipating in a race.The race was quite demanding and as usaul there was a crowd sorrounding the field.The participants were been cheered and booed.Some gave up too easily and were no more among the contestants for the victory.Others drifted apart little by little, as they came to listen to the discouragement throwed at them by the crowd.Amongst them was this deaf boy, who could hear neither cheer nor discouragements.He just kept on running like he never did before.He was thinking of finishing.So, as you may have guessed,he won the race.He didnt win because he was stronger nor more fitted for the competition.No,he couldnt hear the crowd.His eyes were fixed and his purpose was sure.
Take that story as an analogy to life.Whether at school,at work or even at play.No matter what we are to do,there are always people who would not see the importance of our actions, therefore,they will want to discourage you or paint you a portrait that would make you lose interest and focus.It is even worse when you already have insecurities and doubts.However,it is better to stay focused and to never let the unknown deprive us from reaching our goal.It is like building a house.If you have a plan and the tools,no matter how long it takes you,with the picture in mind,you can actually finish the building and furnish it to your comfort.No matter where you are in your current race, try not to listen to the crowd.Listen to the voice of inspiration within you that never betrays.And,Let us try to not to be among the crowd for people around us.Most especially,if we are a parent,it is necessary and substancial that your children know that you see no fault (amid correction and reproof) in them even when they are doing wrong.Just let them know you see the angel and beauty in them.Surely,that will save them from listening to the crowd as they grow up, because, they have learnt to listen to the vital things from the most important people in their lives.

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