On your mark, set...run!

Like play, like play, 2017 is reading. The changing dates pointing fingers at me, asking what I am doing with the avalanche of opportunities staring me in the face.

So I have begun by thinking, looking within and without. Particularly because Proverbs 19:2 has refused to leave me alone. It is dangerous to have zeal without knowledge, says the wisest man ever liveth.

For me this year, it is not about the blind rush, I'm withdrawing from the rat race, I am choosing to discover the things that matter, focus on them and excel at them. Hopefully, 12 months down the line, I would be bold to say I fought a good fight.

Of course, I can hardly preempt what the year has in stock for me but I can focus on the author of time and choose to not be swayed by every wind that hits me. If my feet are firm, my hands steady and my eyes single, the lines should fall in pleasant places.

First comes my eternal love, then my companion on the journey called life- him and the home the Lord has given us. Then, this blog and other platforms it will please the Lord to send my way.

Consistency is the watch word, backed with diligence and unwavering commitment.

Ok, the vision is written- time to run with it!

What are your projections for the new year?

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