My Rehoboth. Your Hope

 


I remember when I was house hunting few months ago. 

Let's not talk about the money I paid to different agents 😅, thinking about it now, the total amount would have gotten me a month's stay in Peru...or a small condo in Bali 🤭

I stepped into different houses. Some, too small to accommodate Spongebob, some too dark, and some were just unnecessarily expensive. 

But there was no giving up for me. 

See I always envied people who had the choice and opportunity to return to their parent's houses after graduation. Unfortunately I did not have that and it meant that I had to find a place soon or get kicked out of the third place I was staying in. 

Blessed to have had friends who accommodated me during this time, I would have been a fool to take them for granted. 

The day I stepped into this particular house, I knew that I had finally found it. 

The exterior was NOT aesthetically pleasing whatsoever, but the interior was spacious and exactly within my budget. I had saved up this money from the university and it was just perfect. 

In about a week or two, every thing I needed was provided by God through the people that He had placed in my life. I am still extremely grateful. 

I know that this is not the end. I will still move to a bigger and better place. 

But right now, I am enjoying the peace of not having to think twice before using anything or live in apprehension of when I would have to move again. 

Now while I'm still figuring out a lot of other aspects of my life, in this shaky bubble of adulthood, I'm grateful that I get to do it from my Rehoboth. My own space. Where creativity will be birthed and greatness will spring forth. 

Are you still here? ☺

Well, I hope you know that this is for you too. It took me ten months to get my place, I stayed with friends here and there, but I want you to see it like this... Even when God hadn't given me my own Rehoboth, he always provided a place for me to squat. 

So...you may not be at your destination yet, but do you recognize and appreciate the blessings at the various bus stops?  

Don't take them for granted. 

It's coming. You'll see. 

Konibaje baby❤

See you tomorrow 🍻

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