A PRIVILEGE...

"If you saw the greatest in me and chose to stick with me, then it was a privilege for you. You didn't do me a favour." ~ X

One of the strangest forms of entitlement is believing that believing in someone automatically makes you indispensable to their story.

Somehow, we've convinced ourselves that sticking with people, supporting them, or seeing their potential means we've done them some extraordinary favour. That without us, they wouldn't have become who they are.

But that's such a narrow way to see relationships.

If anything, walking alongside someone as they grow is one of life's greatest privileges.

You get front row seats to their becoming, you witness prayers turn into testimonies, you watch discipline become excellence, small beginnings become remarkable stories, and dreams slowly take shape. If you're paying attention, their growth should spill over into your own, it should challenge you. Inspire you, propel you towards becoming better yourself, not out of jealousy, but because greatness is contagious.

Perhaps that's why the Bible encourages us to spur one another on to love and good works. We were never meant to merely observe growth. We were meant to be inspired by it.

The truth is, people whose vision is compelling will always attract fellow travellers. Very few people commit themselves to journeys that are going nowhere, we stay where purpose is alive, where the destination is worth the walk.


Dearest reader, with you or without you, they'll still become everything God has called them to be. God has never been short of vessels.

The honour wasn't that they had you. The honour was that, for a season, you got to witness the miracle in motion. You got to cheer from the front row, to learn, to grow, and to say, "I was there when this dream still looked impossible."

So let go of the idea that people owe you because you believed in them, sometimes, the greatest privilege isn't being the reason someone became great.

It's simply having a seat close enough to watch greatness unfold.





@favvy_Okwansđź–¤

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