Freedom: a priceless gift!
I came across this small article that i penned down in my private notebook a while ago on freedom.
When it was time to open school, when I was in high school, my father always called me to the table room and anybody else who was around home. I used to stand 1 metre away from my dad as he stretched his hands towards me and said a prayer for me. When mum was around, they both stretched their hands towards me as father lead in prayers. I used to listen to the prayers keenly and they made me shed tears down my heart. One thing I promised myself and my father is that I'll never misuse my freedom especially the freedom of being away from home all the years I'll be be under my parents roof.
I have tried to live true to my promise and God is my witness.
When i joined the university, my parents prayed for me even more. I used to feel their prayers and they kept me going. Everytime before making any decision, especially that that would have any effect on my life, I remembered my parents prayers, my own promises to self and all my father used to tell me. My son, always remember where you have come from and the far God has brought you. At the University I came face to face with peer pressure and all manner of things but I tried to remain true to self. I cut off many friends that I had I had acquired in my first semester as I tried to look for identity. Then I met friends like Mary Wangeci
Simon Kinyanjui
Terry Trizah
and more who we had one thing in common; we we're born again. I devoted myself to God and Christian Union activities and I didn't trade my freedom for anything. Depression hit me in late 2018 and I felt to make good use of my freedom by indulging in all I could but God got me. Between 2018 and now so much more has happened and I've tried to be that good boy I've been but it has not been all rosy. And now that I'm no longer under my parents care/roof it doesn't mean I misuse my freedom. One good friend of mine Ciku Mwangi
told me that if I ever meet friends who make me do things that I cannot publicly say either because they are shameful or I was forced to do, then they were never meant to be my friends. Never trade your freedom for anything!
May be later i'll write a better and a more detailed article on freedom and my life: a young man whose freedom is not limited.
When it was time to open school, when I was in high school, my father always called me to the table room and anybody else who was around home. I used to stand 1 metre away from my dad as he stretched his hands towards me and said a prayer for me. When mum was around, they both stretched their hands towards me as father lead in prayers. I used to listen to the prayers keenly and they made me shed tears down my heart. One thing I promised myself and my father is that I'll never misuse my freedom especially the freedom of being away from home all the years I'll be be under my parents roof.
I have tried to live true to my promise and God is my witness.
Simon Kinyanjui
Terry Trizah
and more who we had one thing in common; we we're born again. I devoted myself to God and Christian Union activities and I didn't trade my freedom for anything. Depression hit me in late 2018 and I felt to make good use of my freedom by indulging in all I could but God got me. Between 2018 and now so much more has happened and I've tried to be that good boy I've been but it has not been all rosy. And now that I'm no longer under my parents care/roof it doesn't mean I misuse my freedom. One good friend of mine Ciku Mwangi
told me that if I ever meet friends who make me do things that I cannot publicly say either because they are shameful or I was forced to do, then they were never meant to be my friends. Never trade your freedom for anything!
May be later i'll write a better and a more detailed article on freedom and my life: a young man whose freedom is not limited.
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