Move out to move in
Dear Young king
The truth is that you aren’t a young king if your still in your father’s house and feeding from his hands. You’re a servant because no kingdom can have two kings in it for this is ancient politics.
Pack your bags, amidst all the fears and voices and move out when you come of age – that you will know. Don’t look back amidst the scare but cut off that hand establish yourself however small it might be despising not small beginnings.
God will bless you as the forces of the earth will come together when move by faith and learn to live on the edges of life to fend for you. It might be hard but don’t go back least you will enter circles of stagnation.
Even your mum will pamper you but never respect you until you give a perception of greatness and take on your manly responsibilities. Don’t learn this late in life.
