Nando’s Rush Hour

Nando’s Rush Hour

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After a pretty weird week I had the chance to meet up with one of my besties and head for food at our favourite spot Nando’s, yum😋
Yes, I know it’s just chicken and chips or whatever but the attention is in the detail and they pay pretty good attention to their chicken. Other people’s opinion may differ but that’s not important right now.
After parking up, almost squashing a pigeon in the process, the thought entered my mind, do pigeons actually have more sense than some human beings who step thoughtlessly out into the road?
Anyway, we got to Nando’s and the queue was out the door, it was rush hour at Nando’s, the staff were so busy running around I almost felt sorry for them.
A member of staff took our names and we sat while we waited for a table to be free with approximately 5 groups of people in front of us.
We waited and watched as they were seated only to notice that as the queue was dying down, a couple walked in, waited for about 5 mins and were seated straight away…shock horror 😮
They were seated by a different guy not the one who had taken our names, so we politely got up, enquired about it and were seated a few minutes later.
After all that, the food was delish and worth the wait.
The aim of this story is to say that to everything there is a season. Everyone has their appointed time in the sight of God. It may not be your season right now, you may be waiting in the queue but sooner or later it will be your turn to take a seat where God has called you to be, to be served the portion he has set aside just for you. He loves you endlessly, don’t look at other people enjoying their meal saying what about me Lord, unlike the guy at Nando’s God has not forgotten you, he will never put anyone in front of you and and he will never give your portion to someone else.

Waiting may seem so long right now and yes it really is, I’m not going to pretty it up for you, waiting can be hard, trust me I know, their are things I’m not only waiting for but seeking earnestly. Like Nando’s it will be worth the wait,

Maybe Nando’s need to get a bigger premises or something😂 but just like us, we will never be able to hold all the blessings God has in store for us, yet he wants us to be ready to receive it.
Everything is going to be alright, trust the process, easier said than done I know.

Much love

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When you have to use a public toilet 🙈🙊

When you have to use a public toilet 🙈🙊

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I remember a few weeks ago, I was stuck in really bad traffic. What should have taken me approximately 5 mins or less to get home ended taking an hour. Yes, I was highly annoyed!
Later on that day after going back on the road I encountered the same problem only this time on a larger scale on a even more busier highway. I was convinced all of Brum was gridlocked. I was literally stuck and not moving anywhere fast and yep, you’ve guessed it again, I was once again highly annoyed.
After slowly crawling like a turtle, no offence to turtles, in fact I think on this occasion one would have sped past me without even trying, I desperately needed the urge for the toilet, bearing in mind I used it before I left my house 20 mins earlier.
Coming up on my left was a petrol station, what did I decide to do? Drive past it, no worries I thought, I can hold it until I get to my friends house, I’ll just try not to think about it and continued to bounce around in my car and no I wasn’t dancing to the music I was playing, I was literally just trying to kill the urge…why? Because I hate public toilets!!!
Sadly on this occasion I had to find somewhere to park up after driving a few yards past and walk my ass back to beg to use their toilet because the traffic was just not moving at all.
I’m saying this to say… yes I hate public toilets but also to say that if you are really desperate for something, you will push yourself out of your comfort zone to go and get it or do it. It doesn’t matter where you are, what resources you have available or how you feel, if it’s desperate times in your life and you really need a change, you will park up right where you are, find your feet and move towards destiny!
I encourage you to keep it moving towards your hopes and dreams, walk in your gift, walk in faith and surely God has to make room for you. Oooo and stay away from public toilets if you can help it 🙂

Purpose trapped

Purpose trapped

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So guys,
I just wanted to ask how many of us feel trapped, feel trapped in a job that is 9-5 or in this day and age a job that has a ridiculously unlimited amount of hours to be worked or hardly any hours at all.
I personally have just stepped away from a profession that I was unhappy in. I was going to work everyday and I was miserable and it was starting to affect who I was as a person and my behaviour towards people around me. Truth is I was comfortable at the beginning, I felt like finally i’ve found something that I like but nope, as soon as I got settled God was like now it’s time to become uncomfortable because I have called you for more than this.
I’ve always known there is more for me. I’ve always known that there is more to my life than working a 9-6 and the more I became stuck in the mundane routine the more I hated it and desperately longed for the promises of God to become evident in my life.
I’ve stepped away from financial security and yes it is a little uncomfortable and a little scary but i truly desire to have satisfaction and purpose rather than riches.
I am writing this to say… If it is at all possible for you, follow your dreams, follow what you truly desire to to do and if you can make a living doing it all the better. Truth is many of us know what our purpose is, we just don’t know how to attain it or how to grab a hold of it.
It’s easier said than done, but you are not alone, I’m on this journey too, I’ve taken a risk and a step of faith because I know it’s now or never and I don’t want to live a life of regrets.
Don’t listen to other voices around you, don’t let anything cause you to doubt, remain positive, it’s purely between you and the Lord and the promises he has spoken over your life.
Let me know if you desire me to pray for you!

His will be done in Jesus name

Kamille

‘Sweet Jamdown’

‘Sweet Jamdown’

(This video is not mine, thankyou to posters of it)

There is a famous song by Tony Rebel entitled ‘sweet Jamaica’ a song which when heard you have no choice but to rock along to the beat and nod in agreement to the lyrics of the song, Jamaica is indeed a wonderful place to be and to live.

I had the pleasure of travelling home earlier this year, I enjoyed been home in St Elizabeth, it had been 7 years overdue, needless to say it was a little shock to the system at first, arriving at Montego bay airport and my father’s friend picking us up in his market van with no seats in the back, made for a pretty interesting journey back to St Bess, but after a few days I quickly adapted and life was indeed sweet and I treasured every moment and the freshness of my surroundings.

BUT…. It was only sweet for me, a young girl coming home from foreign shores after so long for a short period of time; I was not naive to the struggle and the hardship I saw around me. I saw a people fighting to prosper themselves and their families, I saw a people hustling, doing all they can to put food on their table and afford the necessities. It may seem strange the fact that I’m pointing all this out as this is what we all do on a daily basis, but in Jamaica things don’t seem to be progressing and the people are always getting the bad end of the deal, constantly suffering, though their efforts in trying never gets weary.

For a country so small, yet so known to the nations, we really ought to be taking advantage of the influence we have of been a small island with a loud voice. I saw a people struggling, they go grocery shopping pick up a few things and it’s a couple thousand dollar bills, probably more than there weekly wage and if you are lucky to have a job then you are smiling otherwise it’s a game of hustling and doing what you can to make some money.

I see an economy not prospering and the need for water is often an issue and an area for concern, if you cannot afford to buy a load then you are suffering and no clothes is getting cleaned much less to find it for cooking, when it rains, it is truly a blessing.
I see a people vying for escape, not because they don’t love their island but because opportunities are lacking and foreign shores are offering what Jamaica is currently lacking good jobs and a better healthcare system. At this stage it would be wrong of me to point out… these shores are not paved in gold and awaiting you’re coming.

I hear of people dying from illnesses that can be treated with good healthcare, illnesses that people in foreign countries survive but which are killing our natives all because the people cannot afford a trip to the doctors without having to sell their soul and more to afford it.
I aim to support my family, but there’s only so much you can send through western union and I’m not unwise to the fact that some people play on your generosity.

A midst the affliction I still saw hope in a people ever faithful to God, trusting in his provision and walking in faith. My aim is not to point out the bad aspects of Jamaica for all countries has there faults, I thank God that though there are still murders, our country is not at war against each other as seen in the eastern world, but my thoughts are merely to point out the fact that It’s ironic… that a song released almost 22 years ago still carries such a relevant message, surely now it’s time for the governmental system to honour its praying and loving people?

Just a minute Sir!

Just a minute Sir!

Welcome to the joys of work where every minute seems to roll into one and every second a second too long, every dollar worth the labour of not having an extra minute in the luxury of what we call bed. Time to rise and shine and grind whilst praying for Friday to hurry up and come so that extra minute can turn into an hour and the grinding cease from been so labouring.

Just a quiet day will do me today sir but please don’t let it drag out a minute longer than needs be, I got things to do, people to see and a bed that is calling me back to a life of luxury . Tired is an understatement and getting out of bed so hard to do, can’t quit now got to keep it moving or else my status will be changing from been paid to been paid nothing, car owner to owner of nothing. You’re expected in work today miss so don’t even think about calling in sick, there’s work to be done and no one to cover your shift, you’re blessed young dear to have a job in this society.

Everybody’s just trying to make a living, there’s no harm or shame in that, so if your cleaning your cleaning, it’s better than doing nothing and suffering, living hopelessly off the government’s benefits system. A trip to Nandoes with friends surely better than the jobcentre, so think of that whilst you’re having a lazy moment. Fight the Monday morning blues and get stuck in, no point sitting around moaning, that just makes the day seem a whole lot longer and the weekend a whole lot farther. Count your blessings you don’t work on weekends and can get up and go do your grocery shopping.

A trip to Asda, a trip to Sainsbury’s whatever it may be young miss mind the budget for us mere human beings aren’t living a life of luxury like the bankers and the country’s decision makers. If only they knew the difficulty in choosing between paying a bill and sending your child to nursery.

A young girl trying to buy her own apartment, desperate to save for that 5% mortgage, grateful to her mom for putting up with her, but now surely it’s time to stand on her own two feet. O the sweet savouring joy of coming home from work and dinner is ready; a roast chicken dinner mid week cannot be beaten by any of Jamie Oliver’s recipes. Every penny earned and every penny spent accounted for, for it takes only a minute to hit the high street and spend that hard earned money on un-necessities.
When boredom strikes my frustration begins to bubble, I cannot do this job for too much longer it will kill me, the feelings of dissatisfaction pangs at my stomach, slogging all day for minimum wage eight hours a day still leaves me hungry, I got to be my own boss one day to make my life feel worthy, been told what to do is not my cup of tea, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with authority but undermining and not appreciating me is a hell of a story.

Just give me a minute sir, I’ll be there in a second, I’ll be dressed in a hurry and come as quickly as can be, just don’t fire me, it isn’t my fault, it was my bed that kept me. Thoughts of what can be keep me dreaming, keep me hoping, keep me believing, this is not it, this is only a pit stop on the way to my destiny. No point in worrying, I got years ahead of me and a God that is working things out for my good.

Diary of a silver haired Girl

Diary of a silver haired Girl

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A young girl living on the borders of society, striving to be all that she can be, her eyes peer through the window frame as she looks out at the world passing her by or so it seems. She gently strokes her progressing greyed hair brought on early by stress but caused by genetics. Why o why I have been dealt this hand of God often runs through her mine. Worry, a vacuum of emptiness with no substance to each thought, nothing can be added, nothing can be taken away so why sit and ponder

A young girl living on the borders of society struggling to remain optimistic in what she sees, unable to grab hold of the opportunities, insisting that she’s not what they need in this company for her past contains a lot of history giving herself up to men with whom she had no chemistry not knowing her worth she played the harlot.

A young girl living on the borders of society wanting to push forward and claim her victory, for the same old routine has lost its hold on her mental capability; her ability reaches far beyond what her eyes can see.

A young girl living on the borders of society questioning the environment in which she sits, the struggles that she’s faced and its purpose in her ultimate destiny. So many disappointments, so many tears, so many questions, the climbing of many mountains, the gullies of many valleys, the yearnings of financial prosperity, the desperation of acceptance, the biddings of temptations, the longing for the answer to when will it be my time Lord?
A young girl living on the borders of society refusing to give up on the God she believes in, though society neglects to show his sovereignty, she knows all about his creativity, loving her role in his masterpiece.

A young girl living on the borders of society spends her days and nights worrying about the financial crisis and how it will affect her family and benefits. Unable to dream any bigger for the world seems that much smaller and the days a whole lot shorter. She puts pen to paper and makes a list of all that frustrates her, trying to work out if this is just a bad day or she has a mental disorder, her ability to cope just seems to get harder and harder!

A young girl living on the borders of society asking, Sir, can I please have some more? More!! You want more? Yes sir! More of an opportunity to have a happy ending like Annie or just simply a house on the Prairie with a love story like Juliet but not ending in tragedy! Is that too much to ask Mr Cameron or do I need to pay more taxes into my pension? Can you afford that sir or should I go to my maker the creator who says knock and it shall be opened for you, seek and you shall find, ask and it shall be given to you!
I will wait sir, for the coming of the saviour and the time of the season to bring the fruits of my labour, for my desire is not for my labour to be in vain for that will be grasping for the wind says the preacher, the philosopher, son of David, king of Jerusalem!

SAVED, SMILING and about to hit my STRIDE!!

SAVED, SMILING and about to hit my STRIDE!!

So as 2014 approaches I sit and watch and wait with waited breath. Why? Not because I am eager to see the back of 2013 but because I know I have sown seeds, I’ve set goals,  I’ve prayed, and I have imagined a thousand times over. I refuse to be a audience in my own life anymore and while I’m at it, I no longer desire to be a audience in someone else’s.  

The thought it’s now or never often pops into my head, I dont want to be wasting precious time anymore. The bible declares our life is but a vapour of smoke, in the blink of an eye our lives can change, on this occasion I hope for the better…as long as you’re alive you have hope right?  

I don’t sit here as the perfect lil Christian girl,  far from it, for there are things in my spiritual life that needs attention, butmI’m thankful that God is merciful.  I turned 26 a few weeks ago and tho my face deceives me, my age sure doesn’t.  I wait with waited breath as the new year approaches not because I’m giving thought to some foolish new years resolution but because I feel deep down within me that I am about to hit my stride.  I will be going on some adventures this year and with God guiding every step I know it’ll all be ok. 

Single,  Saved, Smiling and about to hit my Stride…

Kamille