My Centre

My Centre.

It seems there are things in life (even people) designed to throw you off centre. I have had a few of those experiences recently. Some injustices have made me question the sense of justice that i have and forced me to really consider whether i am realistic in my approach.

I have felt old wounds threaten to tear, re-open and fester. BUT How can i go on without saying that God is faithful not just because of His blessings but because of who He is. So I've been blessed tremendously with family, friends, grades, accomodation, books, laughter, food etc etc. I've bee thrown off centre because well I have been agonizing about a few things and those prayers seem to go unanswered and the greatest difficulty in this life is dealing with the silence, waiting and hoping that tomorrow I'll have enough courage to pray that prayer with the same intensity and faith.

My Centre can't be the gifts and the blessings, it must be the Giver. I've received good gifts from God but i would trade some of those in for a few gifts that I know he has in his store. If you've brought me this far now then i can't turn back because of what appears to be hopeless. I'm tempted to sit by the wayside instead of continue the journey. Its hard to keep on walking and praying when it feels like you may get to the end of the road and things will still not have changed. Then i am reminded that this faith journey must be determined not by my feelings but by the Word. So I dare to continue to pray when others have given up and thrown in the towel. I do believe that i will see this particular miracle in the land of the living.

I would trade in the materialistic blessings for this one blessing i have sought for years. I hope to see life restored and salvation enjoyed. I won't let the doubt depress my hope.

Poet Ama Atta Aido asked a potent question, 'When hope dies what else lives?'