Just imagine…

If everyone would say the truth

If everyone forgave easily

If everyone loved unconditionally

If everyone said “thank you”

If everyone smiled at a stranger

If everyone helped those in need

If everyone said “sorry”

If everyone did not cheat on their spouse

If everyone did not discriminate

If everyone read 1 Corinthians 13:13

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“How did I get here?”

This is not an uncommon question for anyone who is going through tough times. You may be going through some seemingly irredeemable situation in your life. You reflect on the many opportunities you had to make the good decisions but the desire for immediate gratification led you to go with the wrong choice. Perhaps it was because of the decision to ignore the still small voice within you (1 Kings 19: 11 – 13) that reflects the inner guidance that God gives us. And do not get me wrong I am not blaming you today, but rather letting you know that you still have a chance! The look at your scars- physical or emotional reminds you of the times you struggled with making a good choice or choices. The scars either remind you of the conquer you had after a long battle or how circumstances went against you. Be aware of small repeated wrong decisions. Very few people make huge wrong decisions at once; such are outliers. Most individuals get in hurtful situations because of small repeated wrong decisions, which bring about a bad cumulative effect. But today as you ask yourself “How did I get here?” the Lord God is saying you still have a chance, regardless of how far down you are at the “deep end”; irrespective of your age. It`s time to forget what is behind and focus on what is ahead. (Phil 3:13). Will you allow God and our Lord Jesus to guide you?

“A tta”. But Jesus came to give us life in it`s fullness

Our daughter, who has not yet made 2 years, is steadily broadening her vocabulary. She was not born in Africa and for some reason we will start teaching her our native language from the age of 3 years onwards; currently she speaks Englsih only. I know some of you may not agree with us but thats the decision we have made as her parents.

While on a trip outside my province, I decided to skype with my family in the evening and my daughter kept on saying a tta. She had never said this before and it was cleary different from the common prelinguistic utterance of tata or thatha that infants make. This was clearly a new word in her vocabulalry that even the mother noted. It didn`t bother me at first but she repeated it many times even after trying to distract her with some other conversation. a tta, a tta, a tta… she went on. This trip was rough both by road and in the air. Winds gave us a rough landing on one of the airports on my way to Ontario. I prayed many times for a safe journey for us and other people flying and also thanked God several times for safe travelling during the trip. A tta means he kills or she kills in our native African langauge, a language that my daughter doesn`t know how to speak. I kept on wondering why my daughter keeps on reminding me that this person kills. It made me feel uncomfortable given that I still had some flights to take. Was it my last day? As we flew back , the travel was rough again and that is when I remebered the verse John 10:10. Although the thief comes to kill and destroy, Jesus came that we may have life in its fullness. I believe the anxiety I got from my daughter`s words made me pray even more, perhaps I would not have prayed as much as I did. I continued to see God at work when I was driving from the airport. On my way, there was a sharp corner which was very slippery. I tried to slow down but the car kept on skidding in a scary manner but eventually it stopped. This caused anxiety, but with the mercy of our Lord, I arrived safely home.