He shot his fist in the air, weaving patterns with a flailing left
arm, his lips moving rapidly. Then he crouched, took a turn like a car
navigating a tricky spot near a cliff, totally oblivious of those
watching. His mobile phone was still glued to his right ear, as he
twirled again, like a cone in a contest among children.  The energy
was amazing, but we never saw the end of the story, as he continued to
empty himself into the mouthpiece with intensity, suggesting that this
was indeed a serious matter.

“LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice,
when I cry unto thee.” – Psalms 141:1 (KJV)

Sometimes, it is just overwhelming
Let the Son shine in your heart daily.

©By, Nosa Owens-Ibie
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