Here's to a Happier February..
Was it not yesterday that we shouted 'happy new year'?
And now 31 days have swiftly gone by. #Thankful
Baba E se o.
In spite of all the pain and chaos, the smile remains.The blessings still flow, ceaselessly.
In the midst of sorrow et al...the blessings still flow.
From the pain in my bones to the fabric hair clip / brooch I just made this weekend. Blessings.
Food. Shelter. Family. Comfort.
We may not be able to read or watch the news of what is happening in Nigeria and all other nations at war and rejoice always but we can definitely try recounting our blessings and giving thanks ALWAYS.
You know sometimes, that injunction of constant rejoicing is one helluva task. If you've been closely hit by loss or any form of ugly happening, you would come close to punching anyone that reads that verse (Phil 4:4) in your hearing.
In the midst of sorrow, discord, chaos, how possible or practical is it to really..actually rejoice ...ALWAYS?
I do not think praise is only about throwing our hands up in the air and swaying to an upbeat song but also about an attitude of the heart and soul that screams out that whatever our circumstance, we can still say thank you to the Giver of life. An attitude that assures that we can still trust the One who believes in us, the One through whom our wholeness comes.. the One who continues to be faithful, to love, to shield us...
It is not always about words...for we may oftentimes be too speechless to articulate our thoughts but our true connection comes from the state of our heart. Giving sincere undiluted praise...wordy or wordless, sung or unsung is the real deal and therein lies our peace and strength.
Strength to face yet another day...another month and take on whatever comes our way.
Above picture is both heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. I saw it floating on the internet last week and it stuck with me for days, still lingers in my head and heart.
It looks very ordinary and hardly deserve a second glance but that is the picture of a mother who picked up a crying baby as she fled the boko haram ravaged city of Baga. The baby was crying beside the dead mother and this beautiful woman compromised her own safety for a brief moment that could had made the difference between life and death...just to pick the crying baby from the dead mother's side.
Just look at the baby. How old do you think s/he is? Doesn't look a day older than 2 weeks.
This is just a tiny reflection of what goes on in the crisis ridden Northern part of our great nation.
Would things ever be the same again?
Thousands displaced..I saw pictures today of people fleeing to Chad in Canoes...
Thousands -babies and grown ups are brutally slaughtered daily in the senseless battle for control.
Control of what they did not create. SMH.
Parents without children. Children without parents.
Children as young as ten years trained to kill...turned to suicide bombers...mere babies drafted cruelly into this senseless and meaningless war they do not even comprehend. Kids that should be playing hide and seek or football on the fields under the watchful eyes of their parents!
Yet, electioneering and propaganda continues with little thoughts for these helpless citizens while the world watches.
So difficult to...Rejoice...again, I say rejoice.
But as we commit ourselves to praising Him through this new month, it may just be a reflection of our heart and reassurance that this too will pass away and Nigeria shall experience peace, again.
May this new month be happier than the last and may we find the strength to rejoice when we can...and to praise Him all month long.
Happy new February, friends.