Speak in Haste, Repent at Leisure

While I am a very laid back individual, I happen to have a temper button that few people know how to hit the right way. Over the last few years, I must admit that I have become a bit complacent as I went through life without coming across anyone who disturbed my gratifying peace.

The last two weeks found me under some immense stress. A lot of things were happening on all levels of my life and I had began short-changing myself in order to get them done. I felt weary and out-of-sorts. This was when the attack came.

Someone made some really snarky comments to me. In the moment, I read, put in the to-be-processed-at-a-later-date queue and went on with my life. That later date came Sunday morning, I re-read and felt annoyed to my core. I tapped out a response in seconds. Now let’s just say, when the old me (the fool) gets mad, her aim is generally to wind the other person up and make them madder by telling then the truth in blunt terms in a condescending manner. The old me (the fool) emerged in scathing form and succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. This verse was proven true in a negative way:

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. – Proverbs 25:11

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Thank You for Being Late

Living in Jamaica can be one of the hardest things for a person who is always on time. Why you may ask? Because, in Jamaica, oftentimes, it is fashionable to be late. Whether a wedding, church service, concert, etc, if the announcement says 7:00pm, the underlying understanding is that it actually begins at 7:30pm, heading to 8:00pm.
For a long time, this mentality really annoyed me as I like being punctual. If I say I will be there at 8, I mean I will be there at 8. The only case where this may differ is if something unexpected happens and even then I will give the persons I am meeting with an headsup.

A few weeks ago, I happened to get a lift to a meeting with the Sales Director of my company. While in the vehicle, we sparked up a discussion about the book he is currently reading. Interestingly enough it was called Thank You for Being Late by Thomas Friedman. The name intrigued me and before I knew it, I found myself urging him to let me hear an excerpt from the book.

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I will wait for you

For the past few weeks, much to my chagrin, I’ve found myself in a couple conversations that run along the lines of:

Person: Hi!

Me
: Hey what’s up long time don’t seen!

Person
: Girl, you nuh married yet? When you planning to tie the knot?

Me
: *speechlessness*

OR 

Random Person: Girl you so busy chasing you career, yuh no want a man?

Me
: Obviously I am sporting a “I NEED A MAN” sign that I’m not aware of.

It seems persons are under the impression that this is the 1800s and so, if at 23, I don’t have a man in the wings or I am not preparing to get married and heralding the bells, I am weird and abnormal.

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First Crushes and Loves

Today, at lunch, a conversation about giving the bird and the bees talk turned into our outrageous actions done in the name of primary school crushes. I found myself fondly remembering my first crush.

I was a nine-year old who had just moved to a new area. Moving meant leaving all my friends behind and starting a new school after sitting out almost half the school year at grade two. I remember feeling really awkward and missing my friends terribly on my first day as a grade three student in a new school.

It was around the time when I was getting really familiar with the school that I noticed M. There shouldn’t have been anything special about him. He was just an ordinary boy from a different class. An ordinary boy who did one thing. He made my heart pound just a bit faster. Out of principle, I took to avoiding him because frankly I didn’t like anything that I couldn’t understand. I certainly didn’t understand my reaction to him!

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Shame! Shame! Shame!

Have you ever felt rejection? Have you ever been metaphorically slapped in the face by shame over the way someone made you feel? Have you ever been made to squirm in your chair as you listened to someone talk about you in such a condescending manner that grated?

Does anyone come to mind as you read this? How did that rejection make you feel? Small? Unworthy? Unwanted? Unloved? Angry? Embarrassed? Do you still mentally squirm when you remember the moment? Do you still feel angry or upset over the way that person made you feel?

How about you? Have you been loving your neighbor as yourself? Have you ever made someone feel the way you have felt? Have you ever rejected someone? Intentionally? Unintentionally? Maybe taken a person’s love or hero worship and just crush it with a look, a laugh or even a word?

Does anyone come to mind as you read this? Perhaps a person you considered beneath you? A stranger? Someone who had a crush on you? Or maybe Jesus? What about Jesus?

It takes a lot for someone who loves you, to not want to be around you anymore. It takes a lot. A lot of hurt! A lot of rejection! A lot of disrespect! A lot of rejection! It takes a lot for Jesus to reach the point where He will one day say:

Depart from me, I know you not!

Have you rejected Him? Have you rejected others? Shame! Shame! Shame!

It’s a lot of food for thought isn’t it?

XOXO,
Chañel.

“Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can.” – John Wesley