Monday 30 March 2009

Darest I to be free?

God answers prayers!! I am free. And only now do I realise that I didn’t prepare for it. I struggled with a nagging back-of-the-mind worry that is not really intense but is always there. There always seems to be something occupying my mind (heart).I’ve been sweating, saving, planning and sacrificing to others for so long that I had settled into this routine and was unprepared to experience freedom.


To give this some sort of context, I’ll digress into a bit of my recent history. I’m in my 4th and final year (in the name of Jesus!) of study at the University of Cape Town (UCT). I’ll graduate with a BSc in Chemical Engineering in December this year. [The details and miracles that are my academic results are another testimony for another day] The past 3 years have been a financial obstacle course for my parents since they had to foot my school bill (+R70000). My parents are lecturers at Makerere University-all Ugandans should know that that implies that funding my academic ventures was, to say the least, challenging.


Last year, I was worried about my 3rd year internship which I had to do in order to graduate this year. I stressed, fussed and prayed about it all the time. I was particularly worried because I am a non-SADC African foreigner in SA- a bad combination. Plus Chemical Engineering is not exactly a thriving profession in Uganda. I thought it would be difficult to find the ‘right’ job. However, God had more faith in me. I got a chance to live and work in Germany for 3 months. All I had to pay for was half my airfare to and from Germany while everything-right down to visa and train fare-was catered for by the German government and UCT.


Like a typical human, instead of remembering this victory I moved on to worry about the next item on my agenda. I am part of a group at my church that’s been raising funds to bring Peruvians to SA. I began worrying about the difficulties that we would face. God, being God, continued to provide, making it possible for us to bring 2 Peruvians to SA. They arrive in Johannesburg on Tuesday!


Again, like a typical human, I stopped very briefly to praise God for that victory and then proceeded to worry about my UCT fees for the year. After the crisis last year, the fees were inflated and I‘m paying something like 15% more than last year. This year was more drama than ever. I had trouble with my registration academically and in my residence. I was about ready to pack up and head home when God, being God, put me in my rightful place, again.


I applied for an AU scholarship 2 years ago. After chasing the AU, various trips by my parents to Addis, knocking on people’s doors and worrying about paying bills and UCT fees for 3 years, I had almost given up. God, being God, never gives up and proved to be as faithful as ever. Last week, the scholarship deal was sealed. It covers my entire tuition, a return trip to home and a sizeable stipend.


I’ve been praying for freedom to live and to be without worrying about the details of life. I prayed so that even though I knew I had to face them, I could do so without great panic. I prayed that they would no become a dark cloud over my head.


So I sit here, tears of gladness streaming down my cheeks and I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m usually quick to pen down my worries. I find it easier to share pains and woes. Now that I find myself in a different set of circumstances, I’m a bit slow in my response. It’s finally hit me that I need not worry because God really is greater than anything I can place in front of Him. I am free! I think this is similar to the unusual feeling prisoners have when released from bondage. What now?


Jesus the Christ, as written in John’s account of the good news, says that He came so that we (I) would receive life and life in abundance. Luke’s account reports that Jesus spoke of giving-mentioning that if we (I) give, it will be given back to us (me) pressed down shaken together and running over. The measure of goodness we (I) apply to others will be the same that God will use for us (me).


Once again, God, being God and being in the business of creation, birthed a plan and passion in my heart. He continues to confirm that He’s all I need in every area of life-not just financially but spiritually, academically, emotionally etc. And now that I know I am free, I know that I should, I ought to, lead others to this freedom.


“Lord, may I remember your grace to me and, even more, how important it is for me to extend this grace to those I meet.”

Friday 27 March 2009

In the beginning, God

It starts at the break of dawn
It starts at the beat of a heart
Every smile; every tear
Every laugh; every fear

You start by holding my hand
You start by leading me on
You’re there at the beginning of my journey
You’re there when I take
My first step, First word
First smile, First flutter of my eyelids

It starts in the arms of she who birthed me
It starts when I’m holding the hand of he who loves me
You’re there when I’m crying
You comfort me when I’m sad
My first friend, first kiss
First fight, First hug

It starts in the middle of a classroom
So many eyes on me now
I’m searching for help
It seems You have left me

It starts when I get my first ‘A’
I think I did it on my own
I forget that You’re with me
It breaks Your heart to see me turn the other way
First class, First prize, First goal
First time I turned me eyes away from You

It starts when she walks into my life
Taking my place, stealing my light
It starts when he takes over
I am forgotten, no longer the only one
First child, last thought
My first love is gone

It starts when she calls me over
Calls me her friend, invites me to her circle
It starts but they don’t seem to like me
Once again, I feel alone
Last choice; lost hope; Invisible;
My first heartache begins

It starts when he sits at my corner
It starts when he holds my hand
It’s been a while anyone’s seen me
His smile melts my heart
First crush; new hope; First ‘love’
My second heartache begins

It starts in the middle of another class
The smile at me, telling me to hold on
It starts and this one never ended
They still see invisible-me
My loves; my lights; my joys
My very best

It starts when he showers me with his love
He says I’m his angel and this must be heaven
It starts but I could never hold on
We’re together but I still feel alone
No hope; no way; no chance
My third heartache begins

It starts at the back of a dark closet
It starts when no one else can see me
I know I’m wrong, too tired to fight it
Years later, I wish I had fought
You see me, You see my struggle
You’re there but I choose to turn the other way

It starts at the break of another dawn
Your light shines through my darkest night
Though I think I’m sinking deeper
You catch me and carry me home
New hope, new life,
New chance, again

It starts when he smiles into my eyes
I’m out of breath, swept of my feet
It starts and our hearts fit together
I was sure this was the final one
My home, my him, my hope
My fourth heartache begins

It starts and I forget my first love
I run my own way, choose my own path
It starts and I think I’ve got it covered
Till it’s too late, shattered pieces on the floor
Last chance, lost hope,
I’ve lost my faith once more

It starts and I’m back at the beginning
Counting heartbeats, laughs, steps and tears
This time we’re in it together
I’ll follow, You lead me on
First love, first hope
My life, my miracle
My all

Tuesday 24 March 2009

Ambushed by Joy

I have been fortunate enough to see joy in those around me

It’s in the eyes of a child when his father or mother picks him up an swings him around

It’s on the face of he whose beloved is in sight or in thought


It’s in the sunrise, as the sun’s radiance flushes the darkness away

It’s in the rain, refreshingly real

It’s in the laughter of friends

And in the hands of the dedicated worker


It’s in my father’s smile when he speaks of me

And in my mother’s warm embrace

And in Sunday lunch


I see it around me

Everywhere

But I still fight it;

I keep it from getting into me

Afraid that it may be a passing illusion

A child’s game

Fool’s play


Then you came along and I yearn for it once more

I did not see or expect it


My choice was to walk this path with you


Your gift for me was


Joy