More often than not, I’m usually right about people
when I meet them. The discernment I possess is a powerful gift. I’m great at sensing whether someone’s
authentic or not, which is why it doesn’t surprise me or catch me off guard
when I find out someone’s been talking badly about me (and thinks I don’t know),
is being fake, or walks away. These three things reveal themselves when I
simply, pause and pay attention. When this happened with someone I was acquainted
with some time ago, I thought, Should I
really be surprised? They’ve already shown me the kind of person they are. I
always pray that God covers me when it comes to my blind spots, especially in
regards to people, because I can see where my willingness to be open to and
with different people I shouldn’t have, ended up causing some issues and
ultimately ended up being a waste of time. I wish I was wrong about different
people I’ve known, many of which I’ve grown to love (closely and from a
distance) but I’m getting better and better at separating the real ones from
the fakes. Authenticity is rare. We live in a world today where so many people
are stunting about who they really are, while pretending to be something
they’re not. If you don’t believe me, take a close look at your own life and
think about all the different people you know, or think you know by simply, pausing and paying attention. I guarantee
you’ll notice things that have been there all along, but won’t become apparent
until something happens, that show’s you who they really are. I’m just saying…
About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...