Have you ever felt conflicted; as though your job and your calling were not aligned, or worse-that it was the polar opposite of who you were? I have, and for me sometimes that feeling left me burning with a deep anxiety-the burning fear and question being am I wasting my life? And another like it-am I pursuing what God really sent me to do or is this secular career interfering with who God has made me?
There is a blood sacrifice in your name. Yes, in your name human blood was spilled. And this has consequences, eternal consequences because this blood speaks certain things in your life that ought to change your reality…
Some see them as restrictions; but rather than dwell on the excessive fear that death is on my doorstep, why not step into faith and hope and find out what you can do to make the most out of this season….
There are enough voices of fear, doom and gloom-and maybe as you read this, you are working from home or have been unable to earn an income now, and it is imperative for me as a believer to remind of eternal truths that will stir up faith in you to overcome…
The eager and earnest expectation of God doing good things for me-The looking up to the heavens, awaiting His voice for direction, His hand to deliver and His wisdom for counsel. It is my fuel for each day; my reservoir to find the strength to hold on to the dream, even when it seems bleak and there is no chance to get there…
In my country, a state of emergency has been declared and all this has very personal and public implications and in a time such as today, where the smell of fear saturates every conversation and the news is like fuel to the flame, it is easy to get drawn away by what seems like an overwhelming river…
And what exactly makes a perfect Valentine’s day gift? Is it the price tag written on it that says you are special? And therefore a $300 bouquet of flowers is better than a $30 one? Is it the uniqueness of the gift? Meaning that getting her a tailor made dress is better than the one at Edgars or Woolworths?
I have just nodded in agreement, expressing the same sentiment that “How on earth could someone survive in this environment,” but yet in my heart resides a hope that refuses to die-I will not let it. ..
The backdrop of life in my country in acute uncertainty, things change and many times it seems not to make sense. To give a picture, or a sense of this, I literally do not know what currency we will be using at the end of the year, what value it will have or whether it will make sense to have savings in the bank or not. Queues appear everywhere, for basic things like fuel, mealie meal and of all things hard cash itself. Bank withdrawals for many are not enough to cover the return fare home, let alone suffice for monthly groceries and tales of gruesome crime by men wielding machetes are on the increase…
Somehow, insidiously, an inferiority complex had nested itself in my view of myself-I saw myself as missing an element, an elusive component I could not define, that would otherwise lead me to be effective in my role as leader both at home and work. I could conjure up the dream that said I would see exceeding and abundant provision from God, but I did not see myself as capable of taking the necessary steps to get there. In summary, I realised that I thought of myself as not enough-inadequate to meet the demands of either my current situation or the height of my dreams…