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Getting to the Light

To get to a point, one must go through a process.If I have dreams of being a doctor, but have never stepped foot in medical school, to acquire knowledge to distinguish simply between paracetamol and multivitamin, even if I get all my family to call me doctor, it would not be enough for you to trust me with your life by asking me to operate on you.
I can call myself Caterer all I want, but if I don't go through the process of knowing how to cook,knowing the difference between flour and baking powder, you won't be paying me to bake your wedding cake.
The end result is glorious, all see and admire it.But usually the process tends to be lonely and not easy at all.but it is necessary to get to where you desire to be.
God has a point He wants you to get to,but trust Him to take you through a process. And until you go through that process, He's not graduating you.Like a boxing bout, you are not getting the title until you step into the ring (process).Ofcourse that includes submitting yourself to receiving punches.Most people, due to how tough the process is try to go through short routes and get frustrated because it is not leading them there,and it is simply not the real deal.
If you are going through a tough process, don't quit.The end is closer than you think.And God will cause it to work for your good.If you are afraid to start, I advise you to do so now.
The earlier you submit and allow Him to lead you through, the earlier you will graduate and start enjoying your titles.

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