GRATITUDE CHALLENGE DAY #1

A CHALLENGE TO DO 14 KINDS OF GRATITUDE IN 14 DAYS

so i read the challenge here http://personalexcellence.co/blog/gratitude-challengeand thought why not me too ..i can

 

 

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”
Ralph Waldo EmersonImage

10 THINGS AM GRATEFUL FOR

  1.                Am thankful to God for  eternal life  Image
  2.             His Mercies endure forever
  3.                 I have a wonderful family
  4.                 Am healthy
  5.                I have shelter over my head
  6.           I had a wonderful dinner after a wonderful wedding over the weekend
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  7.             For wonderful friends I have
  8.            Food on my table
  9.             Am celebrating 2years after graduating
  10.               Lessons learnt in life : some friends stick closer than relative
  11.           For blessings throughout the week ,the songs I listen are encouraging me

 

 

IN LOVING MEMORY OF GRANNY………………….

It’s yet again that season of festivities known as Christmas.

I don’t know what Christmas means to you either joy, celebration mood, happiness BUT for me I look back at it with nostalgia. The reason I say this is because December my holidays are filled with anniversaries to commemorate the passing our dear family members. My grandpa (1927-2011) and Uncle Sam (1952-2004) RIP all.
I reflect the conversation I had with my grandpa. During my holidays when we closed university for holidays two or three weeks I used to travel to countryside. You would eagerly ask me, How is Nairobi? Has it rained? How my school was. Which granny would ask that id he doesn’t know the importance of education? At times you would tell me when you left the city Nairobi and Mlolongo were two different cities apart but you would guess that the buildings have sprouted up along the highway to look like an extension of the city centre.
In my first, second and third year, you would clearly see and identify my voice and greet me excitedly with a warm welcome. Fear gripped me in my final year when I noticed u were not able to see me, appreciate the nature, walk to and from the nearby market you liked to go daily instead you spent most of your time in bed. It dawned on me that you are on your twilight days. When I was at your bed side you no longer recognized me as your eldest granddaughter. How sad..the way you were concerned about my school you never saw me graduate  on my most important day 20th August 2011.( This I promise was written one year later in marking my first anniversary after I graduated)
By the time I cleared with schoolwork December 2010,I looked forward to seeing you over the holidays to see how you were fairing . I celebrated Christmas in the city and vowed to myself New Year I will be with you and the extended family together. When I heard of your sickness on 23rd Dec 2010 I got scared. I asked God so many questions, why we will be nursing a sick person admitted in hospital when everyone else was in festive mood. December 25th we celebrated with the family in Nairobi. It was a big celebration and I worked tirelessly to see success of the get together.
The dawn of 26th Dec I called mum and said that you were fine. I was missing everyone at home and the thought of you being in hospital bed drove me insane.

On 27th December the city could no longer accommodate me. I was restless, packed my bags and off to see grandpa in the hospital where he was admitted. My instinct and conscience was telling me I go to hospital.
When I got to the hospital I was speechless. I watched you as you lay in bed speechless, helpless wondering what I could do to make you feel better. My cousin who lived in the hospital used to bring you uji every break time. I cleaned your hospital drawer in the hope when you wake up ,you will find the place cleaner with the stuff that I had brought for you. How wrong I was. It was amazing how time passed so fast that at 2pm the nurse on duty requested us to leave the ward.
I stared at you passed the nurse and off I walked out to the hospital benches.I contemplated sitting there till 4pm but dad advised me to leave with hope to see you the following day. Three days you lay in the hospital bed.
On 30th December 2011,you left us with an indelible mark . you left behind three wives,17 children and 54 grand children. Your funeral was one of the largest crowd we had ever seen. The compound even became smaller. Everyone was amused and of only you could wake up and see the crowd for sure you would have been pleased of your sons and daughters.
My most trying moment was when I was handed over the microphone to say my tribute to you. I could not talk but with my other cousins we sang a song
In memory with you this is a poem we wrote for you with cousin Purity.

DEAREST GRANDPA
The days that we have shared,
Near and far apart,
The time that we dined together,
Your wise words and your hearty laugh,
That always brightened a dull day.

Your scorn that wouldn’t go unnoticed,
Getting one on the right path when lost,
The comfort that you gave us
With your ever welcoming spirit and your guiding hand
Always leading us to a safe bode,
And assuring each one of us your presence.

These and many more,
Will live with us and in us
Though you are gone our dearest
Your sweet memories, wise words,
Will keep us going all the way,
Trying to finish what you started
Sticking together as a family
And being there for one another
For that grandpa would be your wish,
You will truly be missed.
Rest with Angels till we meet again
GOODBYE GRANDPA
©IN LOVING MEMORY OF GRANDPA WHO PASSED AWAY 29th December 2010.RIP

Its been two years and truly the void you left is still in our hearts.
I hope we meet soon granny.

ATHOUSAND QUESTIONS

At times I sit and wonder,
Ponder about some hard life questions,
Who am i? Am I really in the right place?
Am I proud of the life I’m living?
What have I tried this month that ‘s newPhoto0134?
How has the past week impacted me?
What’s the new thing I have learned today?
How is my today? Am I living life fully or sleepwalking?
Where does my tomorrow lie?
Am I doing what I love to do?
What’s my passion?
Do I wake up with a purpose everyday?
Is what I do my passion
What if I wake up one day and am told..
We no longer need your services?
Am I ready to move on with my life?
Can I shrug off my shoulders and say..
Yeah I looked forward to this moment…
What if I don’t get a paycheck at end month?

ooh this rose

ooh this rose


Will I continue to do what I love?
What parts of my childhood faith am I leaving behind,?
And what parts am I choosing to keep?
Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small?
Is there something in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?
What have I learned about God this year?
This and many more questions are my tomorrow’s fears….
These are hard questions that range in my mind day in day out.
When I sit down and listen to my conversations the answers range from No to maybe or Yes and a reason to move on with life.
I will not sit down and assume all is well with me. There are lots of changes and things that need to be done not by anyone else but just me.
I am not where I want to be, but am on my way there. My career my life needs TOTAL transformation.
The big question is am I moving towards that direction clearly?
The answer is NO. what do I do? A lot is what I need to?

My prayer today

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The accident-how I survived

Of late,A few of my friends have come across this message from my social networks
‘BIG Thank you to u all my family, ma pals & colleagues at work for your concern and support endless calls, visits & messages to check on my progress after the accident. My God loves me so big.

I’m a living example that miracles still happen to-date. May His favor be upon you all.’
This has been my song since 21st March, 2012 when I had an accident in town.
We are all happy about the newly constructed Thika superhighway lest we are careful, with the same Kenyan drivers then it’s a pity that precious lives will continue to be lost.
It was a Wednesday like any other day and I woke up, prepared myself to go to work.
Since the super highway was opened I only need 15-20minutes to be in town. I went to stage took PSV to town. By 10 minutes to 8am I was in town.
There was a jam from Ngara and the Matatu decided to drop us there so we alighted.
I was feeling energetic, decided to walk because the flyover was closed and no vehicle was allowed to pass from Ngara to town leaving only vehicles from town to use it. We walked as a group towards town.
As I approached Meridian Hotel i wanted to cross .I checked from town to confirm no vehicle was coming but Alas, a car hit me from sides of Ngara. I felt my world come to an end. I saw a blackout, it was traumatic experience .In a fraction of few seconds, there was a small crowd gathering watching and pitying me for what had happened.
I had been hit by a personal car, thrown to bumper, hit the windscreen with my head, my hands, legs, knees were bleeding because of bruises sustained .My left hand shoe was thrown far away, there I lay at the ground speechless and motionless. A Good Samaritan from the crowd named Geoffrey came to my rescue. The first words were to tell the driver of the car to take me to hospital and it turned out to be Mater Hospital.
He took care of my personal things; my bag not a thing was lost. The distance to the hospital was the longest I ever had in my life. I was crying bitterly, and hate towards the lady who hit me, only that I was not in a position to talk. He asked me where my phone was reached for it called my relatives informed them of the incident . I got to Mater casualty,
I was given first aid for the injuries sustained and done scan for my head that was terribly aching. I thank my God no brain injuries sustained, I nursed severe headache for three days and I was relieved. I was not admitted, was told to go home and have one week bed rest.
My peak was at the rate which my family, friends, my colleagues at work; my bosses were so much concerned and rushed to check me. Some had to call me everyday to check how I was fairing, sending sms and visits. I was very happy and I recovered very well in one and half week I was back to work very energetic.
It has been more than three weeks now, I am recovering well the scars are healing pretty fast when I look at them they remind me how my God loves me, I still got life to live, he has given me chance to review, revisit my life and live according to his purpose. Yes I have got so much to share with the world before he calls me home to rest.
I have learnt not to be angry to anyone even those who never checked on me,infact am happy and I know for real my parents are there for me. My dad had to travel from far to come and see me before anyone else.
To the lady who hit me Hellen,thank you for not running, accepting you did a mistake, taking the courage after hitting me to drive me all the way to the hospital, paying my bills, checking on my progress, accompanying me to write police statements. Oh! I have to thank DTO-police headquarters Wanjala you are lovely and charming person thank you for helping me get through this, your assistance was highly appreciated.
Hellen this is to let you know from the bottom of my heart I have forgiven you, everyone does a mistake. I only wanted my health back, peace of mind and ability to work as I did before which I did. I know you can never pay me enough for what you did to me as I can not pay my God who protected me that time and saying thank you is infact understatement.
I have left this to God, I don’t want any single cent from you,and my health is back am happy for that.

Oh and I forgot to tell you I have a neighbor who had accident like me. She was not badly injured instead of being grateful she went for money, built a shop which was doing well until one day, when fate happened that everything she had totally burnt up to today she is still recovering. Why do I tell you this? I know the God we serve is JUST TO ALL..

WHAT DOES LOVE MEAN?

This is from a widely circulated email where the source is unknown:
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all even when his hands got arthritis, too. That’s Love.”
Rebecca – age 8
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
Billy – age 4
“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.”
Karl – age 5
“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French Fries without making them give you any of theirs.”
Chrissy – age 6
“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
Terri – age 4
“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”
Danny – age 7
“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”
Emily – age 8
“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)
“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”
Nikka – age 6
“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, and then he wears it everyday.”
Noelle – age 7
“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”
Tommy – age 6
“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”
Cindy – age 8
“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.”
Clare – age 6
“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”
Elaine-age 5
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”
Chris – age 7
“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
Mary Ann – age 4
“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her oldclothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”
Lauren – age 4
“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you”
Karen – age 7
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”
Mark – age 6
“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”
Jessica – age 8
And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. (Now this will melt your heart.) The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

BE GRATEFUL

‘If you are SINGLE and keep on saying “I DON’T TRUST MEN OR WOMEN!” remember… your mates are getting married every Saturday.
Let me ask you, are they marrying spirits? Wise up!

If you are MARRIED and keep saying “I HATE THIS MARRIAGE!” OK! Is it not married people like you that are celebrating Gold, Silver and even Platinum jubilee?

If you keep on ranting, ”I’M LEAVING MY MAN, HE CHEATED ON ME!” Please, go to town and see all the fine, cute, sexy, hot, hungry and desperate chicks waiting to snatch your man’s money and property, they don’t even mind sharing. Make it work, my friend!

Stop saying “I HATE MY JOB!” Look! 20million people are jobless and can’t even find any not to talk of keeping it! Do you want to join them?

You keep saying “I HATE WHERE I LIVE!” Oh please! *tears* Try visiting those locations that are flooding now, people leaving in tin/zinc shacks in winter or people living/sleeping under the bridge at night and you will be grateful to God that you even have a place to stay!

Some say “I AM TIRED OF THIS LIFE!” Well, go to the hospital and see people fighting for their lives! Go to the mortuary and take a look then tell me what you feel after that!

My point is, be positive and believe in God, that’s all that matters. AS FAR AS THERE IS LIFE, THERE IS HOPE. JUST KEEP TRYING AND TRUSTING IN GOD, EVERYTHING WILL BE ALL RIGHT MY DEAR FRIENDS.’