Happy Anniversary!

 

I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for 4 years! How time flies!

Thank you, dear faithful readers, for reading and keeping me going. I really wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for you.

Mucho gracias!!

Our Hope Endures

Yesterday I had one of these really strange days where everything is OK but nothing feels OK… I felt lost and confused and forgotten by God.

I have been trusting God for a number of things in my life that I have constantly prayed about but they haven’t happened…yet. Adding that ‘yet’ takes faith coz maybe they never will. I don’t know.

I’ve often heard that sometimes, when you ask God for something, He gives you one of three answers: Yes, No or Wait. I used to think it was pretty straightforward to decipher which of these He had given in a particular situation, but now, I am not so sure. Could I hear a ‘Yes’ when it’s really a ‘No’? Could I hear a ‘No’ when it’s really a ‘Wait’? How do you know which one it is?

It is so elementary, I know, this knowledge of God’s voice…but is it really? Do we ever really understand God’s voice and God’s ways and God’s reasons?

What I have been doing is waiting, whenever I am not sure what God’s answer is, because I believe it will be made clear in due time. The problem with this is the indefinite-ness of the waiting period…there is no deadline by which He will make it clear, we cannot constrain God to our time limits, He will answer when He will answer. So this is the hardest part for me.

How do you wait indefinitely? How do I wait without knowing IF God will answer, and if He will, not knowing WHEN?

So in the midst of my rambling and wrestling thoughts, I came across the words of the song Our Hope Endures by Natalie Grant. She sings about hope being more than optimism. What can be more than optimism? Optimism is by human strength, it’s something that we conjure up when we have decided to “look on the bright side” and see the glass as “half full”. It takes a lot of strength to be optimistic, especially in the face of serious negativity and obstacles. What this tells me is that hope is not by human strength, but by God’s strength. Hope is divine. We don’t will ourselves to hope, we ask God to  give us hope.

So when I need to have hope in the waiting, I also ask God to give me the hope that it takes to wait on His answer. Pretty ironic, huh? I think the words of the song say it better. Have a hopeful day

Oh, but sometimes the sun stays hidden for years
Sometimes the sky rains night after night
When will it clear?

But our Hope endures the worst of conditions
It’s more than our optimism
Let the earth quake
Our Hope is unchanged

Emmanuel, God is with us
El Shaddai, all sufficient
We never walk alone
And this is our hope

~ Natalie Grant

Friday Fundamentalism

I need to create an application, that runs on a mobile phone, that instantly scrambles the radio stations that play in public transport. This feature will be activated at the touch of a button from my phone.

Why do I need to create this app, you ask? Because I am sick and tired of the verbal diarrhoea that is Classic 105 FM in the morning. The topics are either derogatory and abusive to women, derogatory and abusive to men, desecrating the sanctity of the marriage union, or all three combined. Whenever I hear the opening line of the day’s discussion, my mood is immediately affected. Why should this happen to me?

Did I hear you say I should get some earplugs? You mean, block my ears from listening to that nonsense? Well, it’s a viable option, but it also hinders me from, well, living! So I should walk around deaf because of one man airing some show on a radio station? I would also like to be free to hear the conductor when he asks me for my fare, or in case the person next to me needs directions, I would also like to be able to hear them.

Today, I heard the topic of the day just before I alighted. Drat! If only I’d alighted 2 minutes before! So the presenter started by saying “There is a strange phenomenon, bla bla bla….Why do women travel in packs?” Really? Packs? As in, a pack of wolves? Or a pack of wild dogs? Why would anyone use such terminology?

The premise of the discussion was about how women travel in groups, especially on road trips to Nakuru and Naivasha, then proceed to go to clubs and terrorize men by hitting on them and doing all manner of other things.
I am not discounting the accuracy of the statement, it’s probably true. What I am disputing is the language used. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise, and steam slowly started to come out of my ears. Also, I’m planning to go on a road trip with a “pack” of my female friends to attend a wedding. That hit closer home. I do not have any interest in hitting on any men while there.

Arrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Why??? Why??! No!! You just, don’t! No. Uh-uh.
I’ma start hmmmmmm-ing up in here!

(Click on the link to watch the video to see what hmmm-ing is…

->>Ladies, sometimes you just gotta go “Hmmmmmmmmmm“)

The video can’t embed on my blog for some techie reasons, so please open the link while logged on to Facebook. It’s worth the trouble, trust me)

End of rant.
Happy Weekend!!