Some of us blame the devil for our miseries and misfortunes but take the credit for the good moments – so do we really believe all things work together for our good? We don’t point fingers on good days, but we point fingers on our bad days.
I’m going to ask myself some honest questions…
Child, what have you gained from all the excuses you’ve made? How long have you used the same lines over and over?
Of what use have the things you’ve blamed, and excuses been to you? Have they been of any help? Have they apologized? Have they offer help?
How far have you gone since you’ve started pointing fingers? Even when you blamed yourself, what have you done about it?
Truth is your excuses have become a hiding place. They have become fur coats of comforts that prevents you from venturing. Excuses have held your voice in one place taught you what to say and limited your vocabulary. Excuses told you you’re not qualified and that you’re not strong enough. What else has it said? That what you’re striving for is not for someone like you… when excuse does not know what it means to dream. So, you blame this, blame that, make up the excuses, find the reasons why you shouldn’t do something and still wonder why things are the way they are. Whose fault is it then? At the end of the day, who does those same decisions affect?
Child, stop making excuses. Change your comfort zone and try something like discomfort. If what you’re striving for does not make you want to puke, then you’re not trying hard enough. Child, the blame game involves you alone as a matter of fact. The excuses don’t make you, you make them, and you make the blames as well. Change your words, change your actions, and change your comfort zones and let me know how that works.
surety of the word 