On a dark rainy Sunday night, I was born.
My screams and cries as I came out from my mother’s womb,
brought joy and laughter to my mother’s life.
As dark as the night was, my cries and entrance into the world
seemed to brighten the atmosphere
And even more, the praises on the lips of my mother filled the room
with so much light!
She forgot so quickly the excruciating pain she had just gone through
The room was dark, yet so bright!
So bright with the future and potential her first daughter embodied.
My mother knew her God,
knew what she had just birthed through Christ her help.
And she praised Him even in the dark room.
The release from my mother’s womb shook me out of the bubble.
The bubble I had as a home for what seemed a long time.
The reality around me took me through seasons that I never imagined,
nor witnessed in my once bubbly home – my mother’s womb.
My walk through earth exposed me to different seasons.
Seasons when I am swimming and basking in the sea of abundance,
seasons when I just cannot tell it all nor contain my joy,
seasons when I am filled with so much hope for the future.
Seasons when I am drowning in the sea of blessings.
Seasons when I feel like I am drowning in the sea of confusion and cluelessness.
seasons when I am drowning in the sea of rejection,
seasons where I am drowning in the sea of pain.
In those seasons of abundance, it comes so naturally to give thanks to God.
And just bask in the fullness of His glory and light.
But days when I walk through seas that seem to want to drown life out of me,
seasons that seem to be filled with fierce fire about to burn life out of me,
in those seasons the praises of my God may not seem to flow as freely.
I begin to ponder on what could have been,
ponder on why I should go through such a season when I have a big God.
And in moments & seasons like that, the praises on my lips from my heart begin to dwindle.
Forgetting that my praises constrained or unbound,
God’s position never changes!
Highly lifted & exalted above the heavens,
seated in majesty and still with me, He remains.
In those kinds of seasons, I forget so quickly that God is doing a new thing.- Isaiah 43:19
God is birthing something new in every season.
And just like my mother who went through a season of labour pain and pangs to birth me.
I also would go through these kinds of seasons in varied ways.
One of the many beauties of it all is that the moment I became part of the family of Israel through Christ Jesus – Isaiah 43:1
God promised me His presence.
When I pass through waters, He is with me.
When I pass through the fire, He is with me.
I won’t be drowned neither would I be burned.
Although He has promised me His prescience,
it is always up to me to engage Him as I come to full term of every season – Isaiah 43:22-24 ( I could have my mother in the room & decide not to ask her for help to zip up my dress)
I could keep struggling to zip it up while my mother decides to watch me do my thing.
Apostle and Silas, although bound by the chains & walls of a prison,
they engaged the presence of God.
They called down God with their praises, worship and prayers. Acts 16:23-25
they gave no chance for vain reasoning or dark thoughts.
They knew their God,
and they praised Him for who was, who is and who is to come
The everlasting king of glory!
In this moment, I draw strength from Apostle Paul & Silas’s experience.
I choose to praise God through every season of my life
I refuse to give room to any form of ingratitude
so that my eyes and life may be filled with the light of God always.
How about you?
What a joy to know we are not alone