Noon, a time where the sun reaches its highest peak in our sky, where shadows are but a dot on the floor and light at it’s highest.
By and by 3 weeks have gone by and so much has happened; lives being changed, old connections lost, and new ones created… Looking back now, it has been one hell of a ride, and, i survived… True that there are some frayed chords, truer still there are adversaries from my old place of worship setting itself against me.But the fact remains, i. am. still. alive. Not by strength nor by power, but by the mercy and grace of the Lord.
Just a day ago, the shear and stress of the season took an ugly turn, pressures from old and within were stifling, choking, burdening, long has it been since i felt such a strain on the psyche; my mental walls were crumbling, torn to shreds under the constant barrage of the strain. Being in a new place such as this, there was no common soul to speak to, no human counselor, no mentor, no friend i could share anything with- being alone, never weighed heavier…
Yet, it was in also in such a time that the reality of Immanuel becomes so clear. When our siblings become our nemesis, when solitariness becomes a foe, when comfort a stranger, it is in such barren lands that His touch and voice becomes clear; and it is in such a time when logic combines with feelings and with a tinge of faith, is blessed with the miracle of peace.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
-2 Corinthians 12:9b
