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The Third Day: February

I open this post with a quote from a, fairly, estranged but nonetheless dear to my heart, friend of mine; Joel Muhumuza.


People rarely change their minds in real time. Rarely will someone say, "You know what? You're right. I was wrong. Man U is a stupid team!"

Even under the pressure of a convincing argument, or from an onslaught of evidence against their opinion, they will hold steadfast. But then in private, where embarrassment and ego are set aside, a shift is made. Where reason; the true quiet voice inside, can be listened to. That's why we need to keep dialogue and debate going, even when it's frustrating and topics rehashed, we have to. Not so we can see people change their minds before us, but because we're lighting a fire that will spark a change not only in their minds but in ours as well. That is how we all grow.
 I do not care for sports so my focus is not, in the least, on his Man U example :) I open with it because I was so blessed by his narrative in the second paragraph and amazed by how wise he has grown :) I was nodding my head in agreement to every sentence I read paka my neck was about to hurt. Seriously!

Anyhow, this last month, life (God) seems to have been saying to me; 'I Dare You!'...I dare you to be different, I dare you to live each day to your full potential, I dare you to stop dwelling on your past and look towards the future... I have been challenged to commit to being better. 
Maybe it is the generally expected feeling during the month of January when the year is fresh and there seems to be unlimited time to really start anew. I don't know. I am persuaded, though, that as long as I keep reminding myself that this is the year of the Lord's favour on my life, the things that I hope for will surely come to pass. 

The word to me seems to be, Be Conscious, Be Deliberate; nothing of worth happens or exists by coincidence. This word came to me from an unlikely passage in Paul's Letter to the Corinthians. This passage is often referred to where teaching about giving money is concerned but I find that the concept applies to whatever I give; whether it is my time, my energy, my advice, my listening ear or my love...As much as I sow, that much I will reap.
 Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously. Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. 2 Corinthians 9:6-7 (NIV)



Also, I had the privilege of attending my little sister's graduation celebration in Mbarara and also visit my grandparents all in 24 hours over the weekend and below, by way of closing this post, I share some pictures from that adventure. Till next 3rd day! :)










 The pictures are self explanatory, yes?... :)
Tutaonana

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