“My past is over”. This is a very common saying amongst Christians. It gives a sense of fulfillment and the hope to face life after a fall or bad situation. I believe generally, the concept of words being powerful is something clearly understood by all, irrespective of your background.
But my issue is, are declarations enough to cause change? Does it really erase our past? Shouldn’t our words be backed by some substance or knowledge or zeal to change and do better?
If there was ever a period in my life when I made the most alter calls, it was this one. In fact, anywhere I heard the call to salvation, I will be there. I was having personal ones in my room as well. I will lift up my hands and start saying, “Lord Jesus, come into my heart… you know how it goes.
To be honest, it made me feel better, but only for a short time. I felt like I was on some kind of narcotic that gets you high, makes you forget about your problems, and then sends you back to square zero.
However, with time, I managed to get over my feelings.
Thanks to the numerous videos and messages I found. If you happened to look through my browser history at the time, all you’d discover were questions like “should I tell my partner everything, is kissing wrong, and what is the true definition of cheating?”.
I was just looking for something to help me feel better, and it worked. I found myself happy again, I could talk to Joe without any fears, and everything was working perfectly. Yes, I did it.
#Kevin canceled. #My relation restored. #this never happened. What could be better than this?
It was finally time to leave the city. I got another contract to shoot a video in a neighboring village. By the way, I am a food photographer.
A week before I finally moved to the village, I visited Joy for dinner. Joy is the first person I met when I came to the city. We met at church and bonded ever since. You must know that it was through Joy that I met Kevin.
I walked into her house and realized this dinner was not just for the two of us, but she had invited other friends including Kevin. Oh no no no…don’t take me back. I immediately turned to go back home when Joy held my hands and asked why I was leaving. She told me how she had set up the whole dinner for me so she didn’t want me to leave. I had not told her what had transpired between me and Kevin. Maybe I should have.
There was so much tension in the room. Kevin and I sat on opposite sides of the table, and anytime our eyes crossed, I was quick to look away, I just couldn’t wait to leave, this time never to look back.