Hello dears,
Wassup? Bawo ni? Yaya jiki?
I hope October is unfolding smoothly for you. I am sending all my love.
The number of times I've been at crossroads lately is rather unbecoming.
Are these thoughts reflecting a desire for something deeper within me? Am I truly embracing a life filled with purpose?
Who really has the guidebook to figuring out this life?
(P.S.: This is a scheduled post. I’ll probably be out of this feeling by the time you're reading this. But for now, I’m sitting in it and writing to you!)
I want to hear Him scream at me. Isn’t He Father? I remember my earthly father calling my name every time he needed my service. Loud, clear, unmistakable. But with God, there is silence. No thunder. No shout. Not even a whisper. I hate these moments, as they give the vibe that I've erred and he's angry at me.
In those moments, my tears have become my channel. I’ve learned that since I can cry to my earthly father, I can also cry to my Heavenly Father. I ask Him to send me comfort, and that, He does. Sometimes not in a booming voice, but through people. I hear from friends who’ve held me closely in their arms and in their prayers back home in Colorado, and their thoughtful words resonate with me like echoes of His care.
The in-between feels messy, like walking in fog. But even in the silence, I keep circling back to what I know, even when I don’t feel it: He has called me His. He has promised never to leave. Maybe faith is holding onto that when the silence stretches long.
I don’t have the manual for life. I don’t even know what the next minute holds. But I do have His Word, and even if I don’t hear Him, I can read Him. A lamp for today’s step, a light for tonight’s darkness. And maybe, for this season, that’s enough.
We’re all figuring out this life. And today and this week, I want to remind you: you’re not alone. Even in the quiet, even in the in-between, you are seen. You are loved. You are being led.
May the God who sees you in the in-between hold you steady. May His peace guard your heart when answers don’t come quickly. And may you find, even in silence, that you are never alone. 🫂🤗
Song suggestion: Breathe by Maverick City Music
In tears, joy, and happiness,
Faith, for the Royal Rubies.
Yeah….many times , everything seems bleak. But in Him we live, in Him we move and in Him we have our being…
Even when we know not how to navigate life, we are rest assured we are in the palms of his hands.