There is a passage in the Bible where it says that David encouraged himself in the Lord. This was at one of the lowest points in his life. A man who praised him at first and presented himself as a friend was at this time chasing David and trying to kill him. David had run for cover in a cave and had an army of misfits for friends who were in distress, in debt, adn discontent. What a group of friends. At that point, David had to encourage himself. Sometimes, when there’s no one else around who is going to do it, that’s what has to be done.
So I was just sitting here being encouraged by the Holy Spirit–not the Earth spirit or Mother God or “the” Spirit, but the Holy One–and I am reminded that the best is yet to come. Eyes have not seen nor ears heard the things that God has prepared for those who love Him. As He said to the Prophet Joel, He will even restore the years that the cankerworm has stolen. Even areas in my life of decay have a chance to be resurrected and live again. How great is that?
And no, I’m not experiencing any major crisis, and neither am I in any type of depression. It’s just sometimes I begin to reflect on how good God is and I can’t help but be encouraged by that. I like to imagine that that’s how David felt–encouraged by his reflection on God’s goodness.
My momma used to say, “Good, better, best. Never let it rest, until your good is your better and your better is your best.” Oh, you’ve heard that before too?
Well, with all of life’s ups and downs, it’s good to know that around every corner, there is still a “best” that is yet to come.
After I thought about it…And after the wedding (it was absolutely beautiful yall)… I’ve decided that nothing else matters except that my cousin is happy and happy he is. Despite the lack of an intro, I think he made a wonderful choice for his wife, and she was a stunning bride. She’s a part-time model and she looked like one on her day. So let’s just say, I ate my beef, at least on that plate and hope all bodes well for the happy two.
It’s been so long since I’ve been here, I barely recognize the place. If you’re reading this, then you must be stumbling by since my posts have been far less than regular. But since you’re here, leave a comment or two, why don’t you? And I’ll see if I can do this posting thing a tad more often before I throw in the towel.
Since my last visit, I’ve been to South Africa and back, dined with Zulu royalty, sunbathed on the Indian Ocean, safaried in the jungle, been tested for malaria, and pretty much decided on things that will change my life. As soon as figure out how to do it, I’ll link my photos from South Africa via my yahoo photobook. And if you know how to do it, well, hook a sista up and share the info.
My trip to Africa was more than spiritual. I’m completing my thoughts in a journal that I began on the trip.
Since returning from Africa, I’ve applied for a job or two, not really looking too hard. I’ve coordinated workshops for a week in NC and traveled to Chi-town for a family member’s nuptials. I’ve hardly been stationary a solid week since graduation.
The title refers to how I’ve felt since I got my life back post-graduation. It also refers to the actual flight to South Africa which was seven.teen.hours. Did I say 17? As in half a day plus five hours? Yeah. Uhmm. That was a test of endurance and faith.
Speaking of faith, I’m finding it very difficult to maintain close relationships with, well, it’s really only one relationship with someone whose take on our similar faith seems to differ. I sense that the person has little respect for my preference based on comments made while the person was unaware of my faith. That ship has a ticking timer I can tell. And I guess it’s not that much of a loss.
