How I wish I could hold you
To provide you with the comfort that you need
To tell you everything is going to be alright
But that seems impossible
I wish I could embrace you
To assure you that I understand
That I've been through a similar experience
But the circumstances are dissimilar
I wish I could be by your side
To hold your hands and look into your eyes
To assess if indeed you are telling the truth
when you say you're fine
I wish I could give you all that you need
To replace all that you've lost
In order to ease the pain
But I know that wouldn't bring her back
Life has a way of dealing with us on individual bases
To unleash the strength that lies within
and time has the power to heal us
of wounds, hurts and troubles
My wishes will be the words of my prayer
That God gives you the healing, strength and respite
that you desire to navigate these hard times
For this is all I'm capable of.
Today marks Day 11 of the 21 day blog challenge and it’s a free day (no blog topic) and I thought of writing this piece to a dear friend who lost her mum a few weeks ago.
A miracle, if they function.
For which I am grateful.
Almost impossible to have now.
But full is mine.
All under partial lock down.
Yet not socially apart.
People losing these
But my case is different.
We'd have lost our minds
But you've kept us sane.
Taking the hard decisions now.
To you, we are grateful.
No situation is permanent, a popular saying directed to the hopeless to give them hope.
Unfortunately, its implication transcends to the good situation as well.
The bad may not last so is the good, in some cases.
When enjoying the good, the demeanor and fervent wish is for it to last forever but that does not always happen.
The good sometimes gives way to the bad and even the ugly.
There are times that the bad feels like a dark cloud.
They swallow the good and suddenly, the young dies or the old gets sick; limps are amputated and the once vibrant breadwinner loses his daily income.The situation gets real ugly.
Instances like these break our hearts and we ask when they will end.
We pray earnestly but sometimes the prayers seem to hit the roof and fall back onto our heads.
The days become longer during the bad and ugly days and the future may seem bleak.
The same way the good situations give way to real bad and ugly ones,
bad and ugly situations also give way to the good and beautiful.
For there is light at the end of the tunnel.
The situation may currently look real bad but something beautiful is springing forth. Keep the faith and don't lose hope!
This is the fifth of the 21-day lock down blogging challenge and the subject is ‘The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.’ After researching, I found that ‘The Good, The Bad and the Ugl’y is the title of a movie released in the 60s. Honestly, I don’t know what this challenge wants us to write about but I hope I did a good job, though.
One day when all is said and done,
we'll be part of a history
Of the period when a certain virus crept up on us
The one which seemed to eat the respiratory system of humans
and brought life everywhere on the globe to a standstill
We'll be remembered for how this plague brought certain nations to their knees
and a part of their generation totally wiped out.
With countries with the best of healthcare systems being challenged
and there was no cure but the mantra was prevention.
Keep your distance - both physically and socially.
Remain at home to be healthy.
Drink water to boost your immune system and most importantly, call on your creator.
Social distancing, self-isolation and quarantining became the new vocabulary.
Hand washing, sanitizing, not touching the eyes, nose or mouth were the new practices.
Expression of love through handshakes, hugs and physical touches became old school.
Love meant keeping your distance.
There was no difference between Sunday, Tuesday or Saturday.
Time was crystallized and the days meant nothing.
Waited for the wind to pass and for a solution to be found in order for life to reset.
Somehow we felt like actors in a movie
The problem with this script is that its end is being created.
We are going to be part of the history
of a generation that created vaccine to fight a novel virus.
Meanwhile, let's remain hopeful.
And rely on God's promises.
He is the one who saw generations through plagues and pandemics
He will protect His own.
Yesterday, you were praying for a job, a partner, a child, a car, healing, financial breakthrough, good marriage. You prayed to God for assistance to break the negative habit. You asked God to touch the heart of that brother or sister that you've been evangelising to. You wanted them to know Christ.
You fasted, cried, meditated on His word, listened to sermons, prayed in tongues and in your own understanding. You anointed yourself several times in a day. You sowed seeds on the altar, you knelt with your hands raised and with tears, you rolled on the floor seeking earnestly for that breakthrough. When you felt like giving up because of the negative thoughts that filled your mind, you cast them out and chastised yourself.
You did not give up. You kept trusting even when your family, friends and loved ones taunted you for the faith you were exhibiting. Indeed, they thought you were crazy. Give up already! Your God is probably deaf. He doesn't listen to prayers. Certainly not yours. Or you have committed a sin? Is there something you are not telling?
You know what they are saying behind you. Their taunting sometimes gets to you but you reassure yourself. Deep within your heart, you know God is working. You press on earnestly and one day, God answers your prayer.
You are gifted with the job. There, you find a spouse. Your miracle child is lying in the cot. Your bank account smells fresh because of the regular transactions. Your dream house sits beautifully on that hill. Miraculously, you are healed of that disease. The brother has now given his life to Christ. He is now serving as the chief usher in the church.
You smile. Indeed your God has finally listened to your prayer. What happens afterwards? What do you do when God gives you the breakthrough? After the miracle, what next?
One day, I met with an atheist He challenged me He told me my ‘religion’ wasn’t real He said Jesus did not exist Well, not quite He said Christianity was a form of mental slavery He questioned the content of the Bible and went ahead to say those stories were fabricated.
He challenged my faith Step by step He provided me with reasons He said the exodus did not happen because scuba divers, after several attempts, had no evidence to it. He said Christmas was not real and so was Easter He laughed at me and admonished me to seek enlightenment He pleaded with me to not follow blindly.
I listened with rapt attention because this was not my first experience with one of this kind. I once fell into the ditch by allowing one to lead me. That one succeeded because I started to doubt God’s existence I decided to rely on me but instead of feeling empowered, wise and knowledgeable I felt distraught and empty I was confused. I felt lost. I had fallen.
I was locked in a cage. Nothing made sense and then I decided to do the U-turn I came back and pleaded for forgiveness. I sought the presence of the Holy Spirit and vowed never to let go of Him. The other side wasn’t meant for me What I needed was His presence, love, grace, goodness and mercy I found it and was overjoyed. I prefer to face battles with Him than none without Him. I have found peace and I won’t be convinced. Not this time, my friend. Not this time.
In 20, 30, 40 or 50 When your brains are tired And your bones frail And your bladder weak And darkness all you see When your epidermis sheds And memory not as sharp And your teeth begin to fall out And hair not as pretty When you can sniff death so close So close you can almost breathe it in your nostrils Will you be ready?
In 20, 30, 40 or 50 Will your eyes be prepared to shut? And your spirit to bid the world farewell? Will the call be received with fear or fulfillment? And your body be ready to rest in peace? Or rather in despair, full of regret and anguish? Frightful and afraid of the coldness of the grave And uncertain of the life you’ll meet.
What if you do not have 20, 30, 40 or 50? And your brains never get tired Your bones still as hard Your bladder not as weak. And your sight still perfect. What if your epidermis is intact And your memory as sharp as ever. And your teeth so strong to break the bones And your hair ever so lustrous Will you still be ready to exit?
If you had 1, 2, 3 or 4 For your spirit to desert this body But your brains and bones and bladder and sight and skin and memory and teeth and hair unblemished Will you look down and back and smile? Will the clock stop ticking and the bells stop chiming and the birds stop chirping? Will it be noticed that a beautiful soul is lost?
It may not be in 20, 30, 40 or 50 It could be in 1, 2, 3 or 4 Will you be ready to bid this earth farewell? Not in sorrow But in joy, you’d love to see how the world mourns at your passing. Will you be ready?