MyCenterofWealth

Dear Me

Come, pull chair. Let’s gist like real people.

You know that soft life shakara you’ve been doing? That “I am love in human form” energy? Madam Caring. CEO of Kindness & Co. Calm down small.

Because the real issue is not what you post. It’s not what people call you. It’s not even how nicely you smile.

The real issue? The matter of the heart.

You say you love everybody equally. “Me? I no dey discriminate o!” Even Dave can testify, abi?

Okay. Let’s check something.

Dave comes back from work. Tired. Hungry. Proper hungry. You have small chops in the kitchen. Not plenty, but enough to hold body. What crossed your mind?

Did you think:
“He works hard. Let me give him something first.”

Or was it:
“He sef needs to try harder. Why is he always like this? Abeg.”

Then Kay walks in. Kay that doesn’t even need the food like that. But Kay is useful. Kay is strategic. Kay fits your future plans. Suddenly generosity rises from your spirit like anointing oil.

Be honest. When it is Kay, you go all the way.
When it is Dave, you do… but not all the way.

That right there? That’s where the real assessment happens.

“The eyes of the Lord are everywhere, keeping watch on the wicked and the good.”

“Hell and Destruction are before the Lord; So how much more the hearts of the sons of men”,

Because it’s easy to be kind where there’s benefit.
It’s easy to be generous where there’s return.
It’s easy to love where there’s advantage.

But heaven doesn’t measure like that.

‘Don’t go to bed with another’s spouse.’ But don’t think you’ve preserved your virtue simply by staying out of bed. Your heart can be corrupted by lust even quicker than your body. Those ogling looks you think nobody notices—they also corrupt.

There’s this uncomfortable truth: your thoughts are loud. Even the ones you never type. Even the ones you delete before they become action.

Remember Joseph and Potiphar’s wife? Closed room. No witnesses. Two humans thinking na only them dey there. She assumed status would win. He knew there was an unseen audience.

That’s the part we forget.

The unseen audience.

The One who doesn’t just watch actions but reads motives. The One who doesn’t grade performance but scans intention. Man looks at packaging. God checks the engine room.

“But God is the Judge: He puts down one and exalts another.”  “Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart”

You can avoid the bed and still be corrupt in your heart.
You can give and still be wicked in motive.
You can smile and still be calculating.

And that’s the uncomfortable part.

Because when you gave to Kay and ignored Dave, it wasn’t about food. It was about value. You subconsciously decided who deserved your best and who could manage leftovers.

And here’s the plot twist: sometimes the “least” person in your eyes is the very test paper heaven handed you.

“When you refused to help the least of these… it was Me you refused.”

Haba, why would you be joking with serious matter like that –  “Sir, when did I ever see you hungry and didn’t feed you? Or thirsty and didn’t give you anything to drink? Or a stranger, and didn’t help you? Or naked, and didn’t clothe you? When did we ever see you sick or in prison, and didn’t visit you?’ “

Yes, you didn’t! Wicked soul, when you choose to give the food to Kay instead of Dave – the least worthy of your small chop – it was Me you rejected

Painful, abi?

It’s like that meeting scenario. Rich guy walks in — designer suit, shiny watch. You adjust your tone. Offer front seat. Water in glass cup. Then someone else walks in. Not polished. Not impressive. You point to the back like secondary school assembly. Read that verse sometimes ago

Suppose someone comes into your meeting dressed in fancy clothes and expensive jewelry, and another comes in who is poor and dressed in dirty clothes. If you give special attention and a good seat to the rich person, but you say to the poor one, “You can stand over there, or else sit on the floor”—well, doesn’t this discrimination show that your judgments are guided by evil motives?

You think it’s logistics.
Heaven calls it motive.

This is not about Dave and Kay alone.
It’s about:
Who gets your patience?
Who gets your soft voice?
Who gets your resources?
Who gets your full heart?

Because real love is tested where there’s no benefit.

So, before you crown yourself Queen of Compassion, ask: Would I still show up if there was nothing in it for me?

Hmmm.

Let she who has ear, hear.

And maybe… check her heart small.

This is ME , checking in!

Your Highest Self
Aarinola