Have you ever played peek-a-boo with a baby?It is the silliest thing. You hide behind your hands and everytime your show your face the baby laughs like there is no tomorrow. It will always baffle me why a baby can be surprised by the same thing over and over all day long.
Comfort can be a dangerous thing. It destroys our ability to grow. It destroys our zest and energy to conquer and achieve. It provides us with an impersonation of safety, while we slowly rot. It makes new things appear unnecessary. Needing too much unnecessary effort. Comfort compels us to want to fix the old things so they look like the new things we are too lazy or afraid to step out into. Yes just paint a little there and fix a little there and voila- it looks just like the house in the magazine. Big business this is.
“It looks like new” and “it is new” are two different statements.
In principle a new thing compels us to do what we have never done.
A new thing is a new thing .It’s not a recycled thing..its not a revived thing.
But can you truly know when a new thing is upon you?
When are you ready for a new thing?
Do you feel it when a new thing is upon you?..is a new thing such a vapid, frivolous thing that it can be left to the most wavering of our abilities…our feelings.
What I know is something genuinely new is beautiful….It is touching beyond words..
Like a new baby..precious. We all know how babies are made. Its not rocket science.
But when the baby does arrive we are thrown into disbelief …the perfection of that little thing shames us..exposes that this is beyond our abilities.
That it is not of our making. The miracle speaks for itself.
Like falling in love …again. I had it all figured out you see. The science of love, according to Miles Monroe, Steve Harvey, Joyce Meyer, Maya Angelou and all that jazz but hehehe… nothing prepared me for a new thing.
Behold I make all things new…
New things are miraculous you see. Divine. “In the beginning was the Word and the word was with God ,and the word was God..and he was in the beginning with God .All things were made by Him and without him was not anything made that was made”. …and some versions say “……HE created everything there is. Nothing exists that he didn’t make. Life itself was in him and this life gives light to everyone”.
Maybe I’ve got myself confused but is it possible that all things new were made in the beginning ? That we are actors in a script albeit rebellious sometimes.Captains of bright destiny- turned Captains of fear. Too afraid to step out into the new. Too afraid to let God compel us to new things .New things don’t just happen. You have to want them. You have to ignite a desperation and an obsession for change. You have to be in a space of chaos (like the beginning of the world)..a somewhat sackcloth point of life where you downrightly refuse to mend anything and you WANT a new thing. You have to wake up in the middle of the night and say to yourself… “Self you smell like dead things ….Self you are in the belly of a rotting fish. Being caught in the belly of a live fish going to Tarshish is better than being stuck in a dead fish.Yet going tumultuously to Nineveh is better that travelling in style to Tarshish ,but I digress. You have to say Self…perhaps its time you stepped out and let the architect of new things dispense a new thing”.
A new thing comes with grace…unmerited favour. A new thing will shock you at first. You may even be infatuated with it, amazed, bedazzled . Like a new mother not being able to take her eyes off her newborn. But eventually the infatuation dies and now the new thing needs responsibility.It beckons that you put in some sweat equity…like a new field for a farmer.
New things are possible. Hell they actually exist!!.Some with your name all over them.
All we need is to allow that door to open. To step out…in faith..
I wrote this today because I got this new Thing you see.
I would say its God ..because it is..If his mercies are new everyday…that means his love is new ..and if God is love that means he is a new God. Today. Yet He is still the same.I don’t know how that is even possible.I don’t know how he does it. I never want to know. The beauty of new things is how they peplex us…keep us in awe.
I got this new Thing you see..
I would say its Love….because It just is.
I got new Thing you see,
I would say its life. I would say its clarity. I would say its vision. I would say its passion gratitude. I would say this. It is but it is NOT.
It is not because it is a NEW Thing….that is better than all those things. Far beyond what I deserve. Far beyond my expectations.
New things need new names.
And I’ve just realised I’ve been so caught up in a life of familiar things, old things, recycled things, adopted things, rebranded things, expected things …things born out of equations and projections .I never once thought of a brand new thing let alone did I think of giving a new thing a deserving name.
What is your new thing?
Is it a vocation?..a dream?…a man? a woman..? a child?..a destiny that you’ve fantasised about ,that you’ve planned ?but haven’t had the guts to step OUT into it because of all the familiar comforts of your present thing/old thing.
I am scared too you see. This new Thing has got me at an orgasmic wits end. All the comforts of my old things may not like my new thing. All my smaller older dreams are intimidated by this bigger dream.
There is a 3 o’clock darkness. Perhaps a storm brewing. Uncertainty. Like when the Son of man gave up his life…but behold. Here comes a new thing.
I will not uproot the old things and drag them into the new things. Old dreams…old desires..old passions..old friends..old clothes..everything old. I will not condemn them either. This is what I say- Nothing will come by force. If worthy…each will take up its cross and follow.
What is your new thing?
I am embracing my new Thing?
Step out.
Step out and embrace Yours..
Remember comfortable people achieve nothing they go round and round in silly circles. Amused by familiarity like a baby and peek-a-boo.
God has a pocket full of new things for you.Are you ready?
—————–Zana’Kay.
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