The thing about power...
does power corrupt?
Heyyyy 🤗
During COVID I found what true power meant.
We were all stuck, locked up (metaphohically too) and in between losing our minds.
Friend, isn't it amazing that we assume power is rulership and wealth with a slash of crazy?
At home with nothing to do, except listen to the trail of bad news about death, hunger and pain; I thought: maybe, power is about freedom.
But, I was wrong.
Power is love and sacrifice.
I watched quarrelling neighbors love themselves through the chaos. I watched parents sacrifice their health and pleasure to keep their kids alive.
Teachers called pupils, Pastors sneaked food to congregants, Traders gave out goods on trust. We will survive this they patted each other on the back.
Friend, it was a God kind of power. The strength to live beyond one’s self: power.
And if power is love, may it corrupt me to my toes, to my pinky finger and eye lid.
May it corrupt you too.
More Power, A
🌹P.S. I finally settled on a podcast schedule with my accountability partner. Bloom with Abasiama is now set for every other Monday. Check the latest episodes out.
That period, even as it was a terrible time, was in some ways a great time for humanity. We all just stepped back and looked at ourselves. That's true power, truly