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PAY THE PRICE

 


Personally, the "LIFE - MAKE IT COUNT" series has been a blessing to me. It has challenged me, confronted me, and pushed me to be a better person on my journey of making my short life here on earth count.


If you have been consistent in following this series, you will remember that we have talked about counting on God first, establishing good and healthy relationships as second to none, cultivating a worthy character, and having a good name. We also looked at the fact that integrity never grows old, the need to build capacity, thanksgiving as a way of life, and being comfortable in your skin. Other variables discussed are consistency, investing time, nurturing others, commitment, putting oneself out there, and leaving the past in the past. 


I will want to wrap this series with one last issue that I see as the icing on the cake, without it, fulfilling all the above would be a facade. To make your life count, you have to pay the price of making life count. This entails knowing the conditions, meeting the demands, and fulfilling the requirements needed to make your life count.


It was Jesus in one of His teachings who said for a man to build a house, he needs to sit down and count the cost as to whether he has all it takes to build the house completely, if not, he needs to reconsider. Hence, whether it is counting on God, building relationships, cultivating character, building capacity, or whatsoever it is among the variables shared in this series, you need to count the cost and pay the price, if not you have not started anything yet.


This will cost you your pride, it will cost you your ego, it will cost you your convenience and personal comfort. Truth is, none of them comes easily. 


As we wrap up the year and launch into the New Year, please study these variables, see where you are found wanting, and pay the price needed to adjust and make amends. Remember, life is short and we only live once, please make it count. 


Thank you for following this series

God bless you and see you next year.

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