I’m currently surviving the hardest season of my life. I have no clue what God is up to. Nevertheless, I’m standing in expectation that on the other side of this, there will be joy.
I sit quietly and realize that God has been taking care of me this whole time. Maybe not in luxurious ways. Maybe not an easy life. But through protection,provision, good health, surviving hard days and always having just enough to keep going.
I’m an eldest daughter which means I’m automatically irritated by your incompetence because I was never given room or grace to be imcompetent. I won’t be elaborating. The daughters who know get it.
The older I get, the more I believe happiness lives in the ordinary. Pets. Plants. A quiet morning coffee. Blue sky. Cotton clouds. Birds singing. The gentle breeze through the trees. A clean, cosy house. Good food. Good hearted simple poeple. So much of life’s beauty is quiet, gentle, and already here. And somehow, one of the sweetest feelings is knowing I get to wake up and meet it all again tomorrow.
Lamentations 3:22-23 - His mercies are new every morning. Not every year. Not every season. Every. Morning. Meaning whatever yesterday drained from you, God already scheduled a refill for 6am.
I like when people have a strong sense of self and aren’t a caricature of others. People who take self discovery seriously. From what they like to wear, to their core beliefs. People who’re more interested in being a version that pleases them, not one that impresses the public.
Bafazi, I need us to be more self centred. We wear self abandonment like medals of honour. We’ve been conditioned to believe our value lies in utility; in how much we stretch, sacrifice, and bleed for others. Stop being a resource. Centre yourself.
I highly recommend being friends with ambitious people. Their drive pushes you to also work hard for yourself. They inspire you to do better, be better. Their good traits rub off on you. You start to want better for yourself and you grow.
I recently learned something that shifted how I understand prayer. When the Bible says “the God of Abraham/David/Jacob,” it’s not repetition,it’s revelation. God’s name is attached to people’s stories so we understand how He shows up. The God of Jacob is the God who stays with the struggler. The God of David is the God who restores after failure. The God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego is the God who delivers in the fire. Growing up, I heard my mom pray like this all the time.