“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.”
― Corrie ten Boom
Five years and six months of popping pills. Sometimes sleeping off and waking up with a startle, at dawn to realise I missed a dose and quickly pop it in. No counts, no loads in more than a year due to healthcare inefficiencies, and yet I’m still living. With the strong belief that I’m in control, or better still, the powers that be, are in control.
Where would I be, if you let me now? – my sound speakers boom. I now understand the intricacies of it all. I’m doing the best I can, but my life rests with someone greater, and more powerful.
I take my diary and look at all the things I penned down to happen this year (good things of course) – None of them happened. But I flip to the next page, and other things, good things too, happened, that I hadn’t expected.
He’s still working.
My faith is unwavering. Pangs of panic and fear interspersed with silent reminders that things will look up soon. I’m holding on. Hanging on.
As far as I know, I’m just like any other person.
So far as I keep trusting. And taking my pills!
Selah.
Submitted by Kwame A.
