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?
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…
But yet, the irony in all of this is to have an amazing marriage, a key cornerstone will be to be good as friends to each other; not just friends but best friends. In the friendzone, this friendship is there; the willingness to accept and love each other unconditionally and the missing part is supposedly “sexual chemistry.” Ironically, these besties often do not want to lose their intimate place even when the other finds a good relationship but yet do not want to go out with each other because they are “friends.”
So today, my mind is wrapped up in Ecclesiastes 10 vs 1, and what it implies in the life of a believer. I am wrapped up because at the core of my heart, i realise that this means there is no room for “pet peeves” and tolerable sin to the believer.
I myself remember crying when my Form 4 results were made known to me, and my Shona result was not what I had wanted. I had invested late nights, reading of novels and research to try to get that elusive A. And when it did not come, I was so frustrated. And though the example may seem petty; my point is simply that I can relate to the feeling of a heavy heart from an unfulfilled dream.
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