Yesterday I told you the story of how I almost ended up walking home after irritation & boredom took over me. In a moment of frustration, I tore my bus ticket and nearly chewed it too! I had serious plans to chew it vele. So there I was, standing with a torn ticket while everyone, including my own sisters, was queuing to board the bus.The conductor was checking every ticket before letting people on, and after checking each one, he would tear it. The problem? Your sister had already done the conductorâs job! Aiiii

Obviously, no one in their right mind would tear an unused ticket, so it wouldâve looked like I was trying to use an old ticket from a previous trip. I was in hot soup with extra hot Indian pepper! Thankfully, my sisterâs friend stepped in. She told the conductor she had already given him âherâ ticket and that he had torn it, while actually showing him mine. All the while, she had quietly slipped her own ticket into my hand so I could board the bus. She handled that situation well for a Grade 6 lol. She was my hero that day. It was wrong but that day It felt so right. I mean we had paid for tickets.
Iâm afraid many of us have done something similar in lifeâs journey. You waited too long and trashed the prophetic word. You waited too long for the man, and somewhere along the way you threw away your good character and your morals, only to be left with something no longer worthy of being called âmore precious than rubies.â You are now proverbs 32 woman. Btw thereâs no proverbs 32 in the bible. This is to say, your chapter doesnât exist anymore because you tore the ticket.
You were left holding a torn ticket when all you needed to do was wait a few more minutes. Did I tell you that if I had waited just five more minutes just five, the bus would have arrived? It was probably just around the corner when I tore my ticket. I think a ticket can symbolise our faith. Maybe itâs a prophetic word. Maybe itâs a promise. Maybe itâs a vision. Without that ticket, you cannot get on the bus. In fact, the bus is for ticket holders only. Iâm saying to you today yielded people, whatever God has placed in your hands and told you to steward while you wait for the manifestation of His promise must not be torn, must not be lost, and certainly must not be chewed. Donât even think about chewing that ticket, my friend!
A ticket cannot be borrowed. Imagine youâre flying to Germany at 10 a.m. and you meet someone at the airport whose flight to Germany is only in five hours. You canât say, âPlease lend me your ticket. Iâll use it and give it back.â It doesnât work like that. Unlike that bus ticket, the journey of life doesnât allow us to borrow what was meant for someone else. We cannot borrow one anotherâs oil. Itâs also important for us to understand that In seasons of transition, we are all travelling to different destinations. I think if we truly understood this, we wouldnât spend so much time envying one another or competing with each other.
The bus station we were at had many buses. One by one, they arrived and collected their people home. I couldnât board just any bus simply because it arrived first, it wasnât going my way, and I wouldâve ended up lost. In the same way, we are all travelling to different places, and we will arrive at different times. So stay where God has placed you and wait for your bus. Wait for your turn. Wait for your season. The right bus will match the code on your ticket , and when your appointed time comes, it will not leave without you.
Habakkuk 2:3 KJV
âFor the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.â
Because of our different destinations, some will travel by bus, some by plane, some by ship, and some by their grannyâs broom⊠lol. âIâm kidneying!â You may be tempted to throw away your ticket because you think youâll just walk instead. Dear Sir or madam, based on a true story, that is a terrible idea. In the same way, throwing away your faith because youâre tired of waiting and choosing to trust that you know âbetterâ than God will leave you stranded. Youâll grow weary, expose yourself to unnecessary dangers, and encounter battles you could have avoided had you remained in the bus station.
We may all be heading to different destinations, but hereâs what we have in common, weâre all going somewhere. Some are just waiting to connect flights. Some are on air. Some just boarded. Some âjust arrived.â Every one of us is in one transition or another. There comes a point in life where we canât tag team or simply tag along with someone elseâs journey. We have to be at peace with God leading each of us in different directions and at different times. My darling, keep your ticket. The bus is just around the corner. If you donât have a friend like my sisterâs friend to rescue you from a careless mistake, you might miss your bus altogether, so donât make any silly decisions right now.
Donât just date anyone. Donât sleep around. Donât find yourself doing thoughtless things simply because youâve grown tired of waiting. Donât chew your holiness through sinful living. Donât lose your hope. Donât leave the bus station. Donât leave church. Donât walk when God has made provision for you to be carried by bus. Youâll need that ticket to reach your destination. So⊠what is your ticket? Do you still have it? I know youâre tired of waiting for your bus but think of my story and consider, the moment you give up couldâve be the moment the bus arrives. See you tomorrow.
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