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Speed Bumps


So last Friday I was thinking hard on what to share today, it was one of those days that writer's block is my ever-present friend. Well, for a moment I pushed the thought aside believing somehow, I can come up with something at the last hour (if you write you can relate with this). I left home to spend the evening with my doctor friend, little did I know that the conversation that will ensue will not only benefit me but will be what I will be sharing today.


It was an evening well spent. I shared with her my trepidation about the future. How that I desire by now things should have taken shape and fallen together for me, how that by now I should have been more established than I am already. Well wishes are not horses and the plans of the heart is always ours but the fulfilment is in God's hand. She patiently waited for me to pour out the content of my heart just like another patient to be diagnosed before responding.

 


In what can be seen as a twist of events, I am usually the one in the motivational speaker's seat, thrashing the issues and giving her the needed push, she was the one giving the ted talk this time around. Seeing the seriousness and the firmness with which she speaks (in which that was the first time), I configured my mind and mind-ears to listen truly. Then the ted talk began.


She calmly yet sternly told me, aboki (friend), speed bumps are necessary and important in our lives. They are not just there to slow us down or hinder our speed, but for our good. There may be an unpleasant experience ahead of you, an accident or a breakdown, speed bumps are for such purposes. Regardless of the delays caused by these speed bumps, they are preparing us for what lies ahead. She left me with what to muse on all night.


We all have plans, this perfect fault proof plan in our head and mind, we deeply desire that things will work out well for us seamlessly, one step leading to another. And we hardly make provision for any delay and/or speed bump that will likely cause hold up and slow us down. Some year's back, I also thought things would work out for me this way too. However, life is teaching me daily that God's plan often and always prevails and it is always the best.


If you are reading this piece now, I am sure you have been through what you can call a speed bump, or you are going through one now. Truth is, we all have our speed bumps, they may be unique and come to us differently but they are all working towards achieving one thing - equipping us for the future. Can you write down all the speed bumps that you know are currently slowing you down? Yours could be a disappointment, heartbreak, expectations that have not come through or even a future that you think is not forthcoming. Let me assure you, all these are not meaningless, they all are achieving a purpose in your life.


It was Chris Delvan who said: "Before you agree that there is a delay, you must have been the one in charge of time. If you did not know when your time was, how do you know it is delayed? It is strange, you just sit down and decide, that 'oh my time has passed', who told you your time?" Don't fret and say your time has passed. Don't panic thinking nothing good will come out of your life. Always remember, God's time is the best 


For every hold-up, breakdown, traffic and speed bump slowing you down, they are not meaningless, they are doing something in you, for you, with you that will benefit not only you but your generation. Stay through and remain true. Don't ever think for once that you don't have time, or you're lagging or losing out. For if the maker of your life who holds time in His hands has not finished packaging you, no man can patronise you.


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  1. Touché brother.... So, after we are slowed down because of speed bumps, we gradually accelerate and gain momentum.

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