Entry 21 – Wisdom
560 Words
Wisdom is the only inheritance that grows in lieu of fading,
the only protection that shields both the soul and the journey.
Money may ensure resource, but wisdom preserves your life.
Every human is born to inherit something,
some inherit wealth,
legacies,
houses,
luxuries.
Some inherit a past,
stories lived at dusk,
discipline stitched into their names.
Others, worlds they didn’t choose.
But the finest inheritance a person can receive is the one that cannot be stolen or exhausted: wisdom.
Because wisdom stands like a shade in the heat of life,
covering the mind the way money covers the body.
But unlike money, it does not run dry.
It guards your decisions,
guides your steps,
and preserves the life of the one who carries it.
Wealth without foundation may rise and fall.
Fame may scatter fleet away.
Strength may fade with the bones that hold it.
But wisdom –
true, tested wisdom –
keeps you alive in ways no material thing can.
It teaches you when to speak,
when to stay silent,
when to give,
when to walk away,
and when to wait until the sun rises again.
If money fills your pockets,
wisdom fills your soul.
And a soul that is rooted lives longer, deeper, and more peacefully than any treasure can buy.
To love Wisdom is to love life.
Therefore,
gather wisdom gently,
intentionally,
the way morning gathers light slowly,
quietly,
consistently.
Store it up like layers of rare gems,
until your mind becomes a treasure house of it.
It is the inheritance that outlives its giver and strengthens every life that receives it.
* * * * * * *
Today was unplanned-significant.
I’ve been writing, yes, but today I stepped further.
No more just sitting behind screens, notebooks, and blinking cursors.
Today, I stood before faces, not pages, and shared one of my Controversial Faith based work 'Splintered Truth' – how divided are we? (Sunday school sparked it).
I decided to read it barely twenty minutes before I started having second thoughts.
A few lines in, the moderator said, “summarize it.”
But the audience said, “No, allow her to go on.”
I paused. Breathed. Was nervous a little – at the beginning, but soon … I became fluent, steady and sound.
The rest felt like a blur.
Applause.
Faces nodding.
People concurring with the message.
It was… honestly great.
And I realized this is a start.
Not perfect, but a good starting point, because I knew then that they'd be more times like this.
Hearing myself over the speaker, carrying a message, reading boldly – I remembered: "He has not given us the spirit of timidity…” (2 Tim 1:7).
And today, I was bolder than I expected.
A friend came to me afterwards, bright-eyed: “Girl, you’re performing on Friday night (we had a program coming up then) No backing out. Bring me some more pieces.”
I shuffled through my drafts, showed a few unfinished, unorganized and perfect ones.
With her belief in me?
We’re gonna smash it.
“Wow, this is good. You’re coming.”
She concluded.
So… okay. Let’s see.. not sure about performing, but a sound presentation of a good piece?
Deal.
It’s just the beginning of an unending phase.
~ This was supposed to be written yesterday but guess who lala land had other plans for.
- Writer
