There was a pretty young lass who desired to accomplish much, and set her sights on writing fiction. Befriending achievers she became popular by association.
So called friends, the learned and posh and dimwits with a lot of dosh passed through her life leaving their opinions
and thoughts. “Wow that’s a bestseller!”, “Excellent work get a publisher!” said they full of praise. Her ego was raised and she became full of self praise.
This lass became a spendthrift to fit among the top notch, made regular purchases of new bags with shoes to match. Also dating a rich publisher to her was quite a catch. The lass cared not for old friends, shunned them and laughed at mama’s prayers and tears.
The knock on the door was almost unheard as in unison thunder announced the coming storm. A delivery of newspapers it was, for the day of media reviews of the book had dawned.
Her face beamed with a smile, looking back with delight at her gold trimmed writing world with a sugar daddy for a publisher and top class publicity. The promise of free book signing events she received in a club was to her a seal of his unending love.
Sitting pretty awaiting her man, she began to read review after review…
As lightening struck, her smile cracked and shattered in an instance, tears streamed down as she prayed to awake from the horrible dream.
A dream where she was pinned down by critical words as sharp daggers causing unbearable pain. Her sobs were as the sound of the raindrops and became wails, louder than the hurricane late into the night!
Such was her state, in shock for two days.
Mr lover man, the publisher answered not his phone, nor did he and her uppity friends return her calls. In shame she called her mama who sobbed on the phone and rushed to cradle her baby girl, home alone.
Mama the wise, her tongue uncoiled as a scroll and out came these words:
“Have a vision, run with it but never leave your true self and her backers behind. People in shallow places, pout what they know their peers want to hear, to tease the ear.
To be in the click, they stroke each other’s backs and throw kisses as enticing cats. You were too naive and tame to know my child that with them elevation at all costs for fame is the name of the game.
Mama repeated her words into ears as sink holes and a heart as quick sand, creating in mama’s girl a desire to depart from the old, so that she craved for a new start. Mama prayed, she repented and with bags packed,
homeward bound they drove with mum singing praises at the wheel.
The lass fell asleep and saw a man, then he became the Door and in she went. There a pasture of beauty appeared, full of books and scrolls embedded in the soil “as potatoes ready for the picking…” were her thoughts.
She heard a voice say “Now you know trusting self and the deceiver avail nought and all that glitters is not gold. A repentant heart is my writing board, a place wherein I impart my vision.
The reality you now see, a field of finished works are for an appointed time, my dictates of truth from your hand to bless the world.”
From henceforth I commission you to write in pastures green where a dreamy destiny does become reality.”
Then a pen was placed in her hand, on it was written her name “Jemima” and the words:
“Reverence for God and His True Word are more desirable than Gold”
©Deborah E. Nyamekye 20/09/2016
Scriptures
John 10:9 KJV: “I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.”
Psalm 19:9-14 NLT :
9Reverence for the LORD is pure,
lasting forever. The laws of the LORD are true; each one is fair.
10They are more desirable than gold,
even the finest gold. They are sweeter than honey, even honey dripping from the comb. 11They are a warning to your servant, a great reward for those who obey them. 12How can I know all the sins lurking in my heart?
Cleanse me from these hidden faults.
13Keep your servant from deliberate sins! Don’t let them control me.
Then I will be free of guilt
and innocent of great sin. 14May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.
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