Uniquely yours

We grew up wanting to be like celebrities. We had songbooks and photos cut from magazines. We wanted to be the famous people we dressed like them, tried to sing like them. We fooled ourselves into thinking one day we’d become Beyoncé 2.0. Boys thought they would be John Cena or Ronaldo.

We had idols.

“When I grow up, I want to be like…” and someone would write Halle Berry. Meanwhile, you didn’t even know how to act! We hadn’t even discovered our own dreams, yet we wanted to live other people’s lives. By the way, I’m sorry I’m late with this. I am actually writing it during a 10-minute break, straight from the top of my head, so please forgive me if it doesn’t flow the way it should.

Fast forward, we grew up and started wanting to be like our friends. We began talking like each other, dressing alike, even dreaming of doing life on the same timeline: getting married at the same time, having babies at the same time. As my apostle would say, “Story, story, storrry.” I’ve come to realise that what you birth is uniquely yours. I adore my nieces and nephews, honestly, I think I love them even more than I love my sisters but the truth is, they’re not my biological children. What you birth is yours. Stop checking someone else’s “baby” to see if yours is measuring up. A matching vision, a matching logo, matching this and that… but how will you ever stand out if all you do is mimic others?

Children born of the same parents sometimes don’t even look alike, so the vision you birth doesn’t have to look like mine. You can show up in your own style, in your own way, not trying to offer the world version 60 of what it’s already seen. This is a season of birthing, and when your “child” doesn’t look like mine or your neighbour’s, it doesn’t mean it’s not a child. It doesn’t mean you kill it. You don’t harbour jealousy, and you reject the spirit of competition. Instead, you nurture your child and uniquely groom it. People say babies get swapped in hospitals number one, it’s a crime; number two, it’s a mental disorder. What the Lord puts in your hand is yours for a reason. Remember that.

Go on and be unique.
See you tomorrow ❤️

“You formed my innermost being, shaping my delicate inside and my intricate outside, and wove them all together in my mother’s womb.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭139‬:‭13‬ ‭TPT‬‬