Thoughts and Other Things

These past few weeks I’ve had to relearn about processes. I thought I could bypass the process of recovery because I didn’t want to get behind on anything, but I learnt the hard (painful) way that you can’t cut corners with such a process. In fact, by trying to bypass processes, you risk hindering or complicating them. Each stage of a process is important if the desired outcome is to be reached. Regardless of how uncomfortable the stage might be, it must be endured in order for the process to be complete; for as much you are going through a process, the process is going through (working in) you. All this made me think about the process we go through in order to be that which God has called us to be. When God calls us to a relationship with Him, He points out what He’d like us to be, which is what He’ll make us to be because no one comes to God already it. This making requires a process, for to make is not an overnight business. The intimidating thing about listening to God telling yo

I hate public facilities (I’m a snob like that). So I was not really pleased with my doctor when he said I should meet him at the nearby public hospital instead of his consultation rooms in a different town. He was saving me the toil of driving (and petrol) but it was really hard appreciating it as I sat on a bench squeezed in between an old lady with a knitting kit that was almost on my lap and another big lady with a bad cough. I moved from one station to another until I got to my final destination, yet another bench in front of the doctor’s room. There were only a few of us on this one so I could at least breathe, thank God. I said my greetings and took a seat next to a young girl who looked a few years my junior. I kept to myself as I whined and complained in my head. I had my phone out, texting and working. I started hearing strained moaning. I told myself to mind my own business. Then came the sniffling. I could no longer act invisible. I put my phone away and took tissues from

I’ve come to fully understand the concept of deliverance. I guess in my head, I’ve always thought it to be synonymous to protection, but it’s not. Both concepts speak of God divinely intervening in one’s life, but the intervention is at different times. Protection is before, it is being kept from experiencing something. Deliverance is during, it is being taken out of something that one was already experiencing. For a long time I’ve enjoyed God’s protection, and I still do. Hedged in like Job, disaster not coming near my tent like in Psalm 91. But I’ve also come to learn the need to experience God’s deliverance. Truth is, I can’t learn all there is to God’s power, and all there is to the faith He has given me if I’m safely hidden in the nest all the time. Threats will need to come, they’ll push me out of my comfort zone, and there, on the water, I will learn about the greatness of my God. I’ve been meditating on Psalm 34. I spent a long time on each section, reading, listening, and