“When a woman is about to give birth, she is sad because her hour of suffering has come; but when the baby is born, she forgets her suffering, because she is happy that a baby has been born into the world.” – John 16:21 (GNB)
You know how I mentioned that this year was one of the worst years ever?
Scratch that! It was the worst one ever At least in as long as I can remember.
It was painful and it was too much
It was like I kept on moving from one painful scenario to the next.
Basically, it was terrible.
And during this time, like I mentioned in earlier posts,
I drifted away from religion.
God and I have been having this weird relationship going on;
Well, weird on my part.
Anyway, I haven’t been to church in months
But I went to church yesterday
Not because i wanted to go but I sort of kinda had to.
But I’m glad I did because God had a message for me.
You see, when I got there yesterday morning, I wasn’t really participating;
I wasn’t feeling it. Even when the pastor started preaching, I wasn’t getting anything from it.
But God, being the one with the sense of humour sent me a message.
The pastor during the sermon, read the above scripture.
And at first, it didn’t make any sense
But the pastor kept repeating, “Her time has come, Her time has come”
And then it hit me.
In my mind, I was like “hang on a minute, whatchu tryna say here?”
Then the pastor explained that pain is preparing me for the joy that is coming.
It was like I could hear the message God was trying to give me.
Then the pastor went on to say that
“If you never felt any pain, you are carrying something dead;
Your pain is an indication that there is life in you”
And that really stuck!
God spoke to me!
He really did which is crazy because
I have been a pain in his behind lately.
But it made me make sense of anything.
It didn’t make me hope since I have become so much of a cynic these day
But it made me make sense of things.
I don’t know what the future holds and
I am just going with the flow really…
But I just shared this because I felt really blessed and honoured yesterday.
Up until like, earlier this year,
I wondered how it was that I would ask God stuff and He won’t even talk to me.
I don’t see the dreams, I don’t hear His voice;
Why isn’t he talking to me? T
hen yesterday, I realised that, He speaks in certain ways.
You could be having a conversation with a friend
and (s)he will say something randomly most times, without even realising it
But that thing will be an answer to a question you have been asking.
There are other ways too.
Sometimes, its just a random thought that pops up in your head.
It’s pretty amazing.
He spoke to me yesterday… He really did.