Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Last week I was told no. We were late with our work and the result was no. No we will not help you. No, you are on your own. You know what I told myself. Yes. Yes you can and yes you will submit that work.

Some no’s are necessary. They bring perspective. Remind you of your vision, your dreams, the depths of you few know and understand, your calling.

Our calling is high. Our vision equally high. We do not play small and we are always on to the next one. See why you worry and fret about what exists or has been, we move as if the God in us is risen always. There are no tombs within us, not when we have life. So we agree. Some no’s are necessary. Your no was necessary and may be the gift that aligns our vision with his mission. The idea that you should always consider yourself fortunate…

But the yes. The yes we choose. The yes we step up for. The yes we fight for. The yes we do even if alone or with a small team, that yes is life. It’s like the resilience of the sun. A yes that will burn brightly no matter what. 

See when you know you are light, when you know you are like the rising sun, the morning star, everything aligns. You will find yourself living life in colors, finding yourself writing and rewriting chapters for this one life you live. Who are you to play small when he has called you beyond yourself, when he calls you by name. My name and not the one you know, but the one my people named me the moment they saw me. My name is all I will ever need and that to me is the reason we say yes always to a calling beyond ourselves. Plus Iwelunmor (with an Igbo accent), a reminder that anger should never reach the soul. What a name. Keep this.