Ive been battling with distractions the past few months.
One being scrolling down social media after work and then berating myself for not spending enough time in prayer or the Word before going to bed. Whilst going down this rabbit hole I saw the wonderful lives everyone is leading and that feeling of not being good enough become bigger and bigger bringing me to a complete standstill.
Something prompted me to check the privacy settings on my Facebook page. It showed me that I blocked 18 people and one name stood out. I could not remember blocking him. But there he was smiling holding on to a lovely woman smiling. They looked happy. For one fleeting moment I felt a tinge of sadness- \”why did he not choose me\”..and then I remembered.
Once again the question arose: Who are you now? For me, the answer is in “the in-between years”. In the transforming journey to now. It is truly in the mess that you receive the new message. Your New Story. The Truth.
“As she started lessening her need of approval from others and started focusing more on what God wanted for her life, a new peace started unfolding within her.”
Everyone was leaving but I decided to stay behind to pack what was left in the cabinet next to his bedside. I recall standing with that see-through carrier bag, containing his hairbrush, spectacle case, and some other personal items, at the elevator. On the bag was a sticker. On it was written his name.
I stood there waiting for the elevator to reach the floor I’d been visiting daily. The words of the doctors saying: “Take care of her as she is the rock in your family and hearing my brother saying with pride: “she is like a mother to us”
“You are like the salt for the human race. But if salt loses its saltiness, there is no way to make it salty again. It becomes worthless, so it is thrown out and people trample on it.” I remember hearing a story of how salt, that lost its saltiness during ancient times, were strewn on
“You are like the salt for the human race. But if salt loses its saltiness, there is no way to make it salty again. It becomes worthless, so it is thrown out and people trample on it.”