God can be found anywhere you are
He is after all, everywhere we are
Today I found him in a concert, healing my broken heart. I didn’t even know my heart was broken. I found him, mending my heart and smiling at me….
He told all will be well…. I wept a little because I knew he touched me.
Isn’t it odd that God touches us at times we didn’t even know we needed him. He comes at the right time!!
If buildings and streets could speak…
They would tell happy stories;
Story about the mother who works that corner to feed her children,
Story of the the family of 8 that stays in that 1 bedroom flat on the second floor,
Story of the lad who washes cars to afford drinks for his girlfriend later,
Story of the slay queen who comes here just to sleep and get dressed for wherever the party takes her tonight,
Story of the boy who steals the neighbor’s WiFi so they can pleasure themselves with pornhub and their hand,
Story of the young girl who endures the night snake from her uncle to afford school fees,
All stories are happy,
Maybe not the act,
But the hope of happiness is what makes the story worth it.
P.S: I took this photo in Nairobi, Kenya in 2015, it was my first solo trip and I too was looking for a happy story! That building and the street gave me a bit of that happiness.
I would like to thank everyone who has stopped by this blog over the last 2 years. Thank you for being part of my healing and growth. I hope my sharing has inspired you in some way or at least made you laugh at the silliness of it all. Thank you for the likes. Thank you for inspiring me to write more.
In my native language, I would say “Ngiyabonga ngiyanconcoza!” Loosely translates it means “thank you, m grateful beyond gratitude”
From this heart to yours, thank you! I am also grateful to my fellow bloggers for sharing their stories. I’ve been inspired!
Faith is trust.
Trusting that someone or something greater than yourself, has your back!
It’s blindly driving through the mist, and expecting the road will be clearer at the end of the mist.