It’s Not By Force

My dad took us to the shoe shop and we were free to make choices. A particular pair was my favourite, it was though a right brand but a tight size. I forced my feet in! My dad noticed it was tight and persuaded me to make another choice. I declined. The first time I wore it to church, the service was long, I needed to follow my dad to another meeting and we had no car. We trekked half the distance under a scorching sun. My toes were folded and the ankle pinched and inflamed. The insult on my injury was when someone came around to say he loved my “koko”! I was dying in the feet but had to smile in the face! It was good on me but not well with me! I’ve seen spouses who are good on each other, but not well with each other.

While my siblings were excited for every outing, I was always pensive because from the very first step until my return, it would be pain in my vein. It’s like delaying your closing time before going home to a tight “sole”mate! From a shallow scratch with few blood stains, the wound got deeper, wider and sorer. It was suicide in silence. I preferred walking barefooted to wearing shoes. Who shoes epp? If you marry a tight shoe spouse, you’d prefer remaining maritally barefooted

Most of my adult meals of principles were prepared in infancy. Childhood was God’s domestic workshop for my adult commercial showroom. Whether the shoe is friendship or discipleship, I will never force it in.

My dear, don’t force him in. Don’t force her into your life. Don’t force anybody not correctly sized for your emotional or spiritual feet and values. Don’t force him to marry you, don’t force her to return your smile with a glo! Don’t force people to your ministry, don’t force people to remember you. If they’re fit for you, the bride will glide. Under force, the shoe may not tear, but your tender heart will! Whenever it’s by force, no matter how slight or subtle, expect an injury!

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