LIFE GOES ON

so life does go on inspite of.

Sometimes when I think I have built up enough strength to face just about anything, life throws at me something and I just shrink all over again. Today is just one of those days that I am reminded just how fragile I can be.

After waiting anxiously to get a response from this organization, it is a rejection that I get and frankly, that was the least of my expectations. Let us say, I was not really anticipating any negative news this season, but here it is. After all the praying, believing and claiming, it was a no from God. Even through the tears, I know He has wonderful plans for me and I choose to trust Him.

Life will go on

FREE

I love the freedom, like anyone doesn't anyway. This is what I am planning on doing this month after all the hustle and bustle and exams done with (atleast for the momment) am gonna be free. Pamper myself, sleep as much, watch movies, read magazines, blog oh yah blogging is part of it asi take off time at this wonderful hotel. Life is good- well, at least sometimes it is

I want.....

"Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours" Mark 11:24 I have kind of always known this verse, but it came to me in a whole new way today. Folks, this is God the Almighty saying this. Whatever; meaning absolutely anything! "believe" that's the bit of challenge there coz you see, this is your part to fulfill not God's. "will" one of my childhood teachers taught me that if someone used "shall" in a sentence, there is a degree of uncertainty. However, if someone uses the word "will" it is a sealed deal. They sure as hell would do it. So, from this verse I learn that I have to Ask, believe and God Almighty WILL do it. Hallelujah! Where can I start: Is for health? Ask Is it finances? Ask Is it family? Ask Is it a car? Ask Is it a wife/husband? Ask Is it children? Ask Is it career? Ask It's just like God has written out a cheque for me and my part is to fill out the amount and cash it. God's cheque does not bounce! You know what, I am out of here be ause I have to get asking!!! Watch this space

STRANGER

I am so excited this morning. Truthfully, I think my excitement spilled over from yester night( I always hear people say that, is it correct?)

Well, last evening  I decided to log onto my school website to read my mail something that I hadn’t done in a while. This is because i have spent the greater part of this month(read whole month) exploring my new found joy- my ipad( I hope I can blog about it sometime J) Back to my story, I discovered the assignment I had handed in had been marked already (isn’t my tutor cool?) actually two weeks back. 

If you are like me, you always approach the results with a racing heart and you are thinking “damn, did i meet the pass mark!  I have news, I was impressed by my performance and  my  tutor also gave very good feedback so ama make an A for my next assignment which is soon by the way.  

This might give you an idea of how excited I was: I had to listen to my tutor’s voice remarks over and over again. Trust me, I will listen in once more when I am about to do the next assignment. It was really good news especially after the dampening email he wrote to the class explaining how most of us might be disappointed by our performance.

Then, this morning on my way to work I meet this stranger. I over slept( that is when you wake up past the time you normally wake up) and was running late. I contemplated whether iIshould drive or use public transport, I decided to use public transport. So here I was racing towards the stage( like the bus stop) and a car slows down, driver lowers their window and asks whether i am heading to town. (side note:  kidnap is common in this town and it happens to adults as well so i am not keen on free rides) Without much thought I popped into the car and off we went. I was thinking, ah ah !

This stranger was handsome, smart, he didn’t talk much and I did what was out of the ordinary for me; introduced myself first. By that I mean telling him my name by the way. So we listened to radio throughout the 20mins or so we spent together(read drove through the heavy morning traffic). I happen to work further than him but he drove past his office and dropped me. Isn’t he so kind?

So,  angelic strangers exist after all.  That, folks  is  the cause of my excitement this morning !

NEHEMAIAH

So what have I been upto? I have been very busy this year trying to follow through my plan of reading the bible in one year. I started quite well and was always a little ahead of the plan. Then the assignments and exams set in, I got lazier and guess what, I am only in the book of Nehemaiah!

I should be somewhere in Psalms if I was going according to plan. Nehemaiah, rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem. Sometimes you will find resistance even when what you are doing is the right thing even from the people that are closest. We have to hear from God and let God alone be true and every man a liar as one of my pastors loves to say.

May God give me the wisdom to be able to judge when to listen and not to listen to all these voices around me.

Love or Respect

I am sorry, I deserve my respect to hell with your love. There can be respect without love but never love without respect. I love my space and I sure want my well earned respect reason being, I try my level best to respect others (however much it is killing me) so the least they can do is respect me back(not love)

Totally, some people do not deserve respect at all and others want to treat others like they are slimy, good for nothing fools that exist within their viscinity. This cuts accross: friends, family, colleagues even random people!(call them strangers)

I think most of us have our own imagination of respect and love. This is how I describe respect " I trust that every sound minded person (child or adult) will do what they do with a good reason in mind (at least in their opinion)." My duty therefore is to treat them as such not like " what the hell were you thinkg?!" ofcourse, if it is a child I can go ahead to correct them that perhaps this way should have been a better way. Parent, if you did that to your 7 year old, you'd be their hero FOREVER.

I dislike it when a colleague, sometimes even of a lower rank than mine, disrespects me. Then I completely hate it when someone who thinks they are your superior by vitue of the office they hold disrespects me. Now, when my supervisor disrespects me, our relationship is tarnished and for their information, in my books, they go a rung lower. So, watch out people!

Yes, I am ranting because its good therapy to put things out there rather than bottle them up. So thanks for bearing with me through this post :))

Bottom line, give me respect any day!

Too much

Lately I have learnt what is really meant by the old saying "Too much of anything is always bad."  Is it really bad or really irritating?

I love coffee a great deal. Except I am not quite sure whether it is the aroma I fancy or the taste. I guess abit of both. So I bought this pack of roasted coffee. Apparently arabica coffee is the best the world over. And it is grown on the slopes of mountains. We grow alot of that coffee in uganda and please believe me,there is nothing better than Ugandan coffee I am proud to say.

Good as it is, I am growing weary of it. The thing is, I kept this pack of coffee in my drawer where I keep afew snacks at work and apparently the aroma has infilrated even the serviettes I keep in there. The aroma is too rich and too domineering. Every time I bite a cookie, it smells of coffee; then I take a servitte to clean the crumbs on my mouth, it smells of coffee; I decide that to get some sugar from the drawer to add to my juice, it smells of coffee.

what is it with this coffee!!! Has it heard that too much of anything is bad. Well, I heard but now I believe!

Thanks, but no thanks!

Sales girls!
what the heck is wrong with them.

 I walked into this cosmetics shop and all I wanted to get was a deodorant spray. I use a particular brand and a specific scent. I know it pretty well, I can smell it even by thinking about it, I will simply not buy any other even if it means going around with a bad odour (ok, that is really an exaggeration).

Well, the trouble began when I met this over zealous sales girl behind the counter. She picked out my deo as I requested but she went ahead to say " I prefer the one for men, check it out".  I complied, the nice customer I was and indeed it did smell good-while at the shop I must add.

And now,it has  been a week of torture for yours truly where, for some strange reason it feels like some stray man is following me around.(did I just put all the commas in the wrong places? just shift them as you read)

Anyway, I  just hate the deo on me!!!

well, a lesson well learned,I shall not accept to be swayed by those so called sales girls. I don't care what they think of their products. I too got my own opinion  and......... could we go with that -please!

March!

Phew! so it is March already. I am kinda guilty but should I really be guilty? I don't know. You know it was my intention to be more regular with my blog but look. I have been extremely busy with my school work for the past two months. One month really because Jan really passed by without my notice. I was inbetween mode "I don't care" and "pick up yourself gal". Which makes me thank God for time because it heals all wounds.

Today my bible reading was Psalms 90:1-12. The verse that talks about numbering our days stood out for me. I really want this to be my prayer every day so that I don't waste time on what doesn't matter really. I want to know what God's purpose for me is because when I live according to His will for me, I am fufilling my destiny. How sweet is that.

Afew things to thank God for:

I submitted two of my assignments, a whole 10 days before the deadline.

By the end of September, i will have covered 75% of my course.

I resolved to read the bible in one year this year. It is March and i am still up to it.

I am so expectant this year. I know God is gonna take me places :))

No wahala

There are times I am excited, 

there are times I am happy, 

there are times  I am enjoying a nice book, 

there are times  i am travelling 

and there are times I am sleeping. 

I just love such times but my most cherished moments are when I am absolutely at peace. 

You know, just peaceful. That is the most wonderful feeling in  the whole world. Suddenly, you just feel like everything is okay( it may not physically be so but that feeling)

Peace, is what Jesus wished  us  “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John 14:27

You know what, I choose to be peaceful this year and watch what God is going to do in my life.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Me!

31st December 2011 found me at my ever lowest point on life. Just two days earlier (29th) we had buried my dad. I thought I would never be able to feel anything but grief the entire time but God is good, Atleast now I only grief in intervals.

Well, here we are, already 6 days into the new month and I have no choice but pick up myself and get on with life. This year, I want to concentrate more on my relationship with God. This year started when I didn't feel God at all, I was not angry at Him as such (thank God) but I was just there with mixed emotions.

I want to read the bible this year and complete it. This is inspiration I got from my sister. I attempted to do that some time but gave up along the way.

I want to pray like I have never prayed before. I realise all the battles are won in the spiritual realm first.

I am going to rely less on friends, I have discovered that they can be very dissappointing.

I am going to practise loving unconditionally. There seems to be alot of conditional love all around.

I will give of myself, my resources, my time to others because we are here shortly so its only proper that we make the best of our time here.

Ofcourse I want to have atleast 365 posts by the end of this year on this blog.


Happy New year!

Doctors!

Not doctors again! did they read my last post? Sadly, I was at the hospital once again today.

I woke up this morning feeling not so well, I thought it was a malaria attack perhaps but I have not exactly been fine emotionally either. I made for hospital.

Its not only doctors that I hate about going to hospital, I hate the rude receptionists that will halfheartedly attend to you. I hate the queues outside the consultation room, I hate the lab attendants who are busy talking while labelling the testtube with my blood sample(why the heck don't they concentrate), I hate it when the doctor makes it obvious that she is attending to me but she should be somewhere for a lunch date or something.

                                                 just outside the consultation room

All the above happened to me when I went to hospital this morning. The good news is, the malaria test was negative!

Away with doctors already!

An apple a day keeps the doctor away so the saying goes. I don’t fancy apples and I hate doctors. 

I have learnt from experience that 8 glasses of water, an hour’s walk and a bowl of fruits a day,  keep one far away from hospital. I have been on this therapy for 3 months now and the results are amazing. I am as fit as a horse.

In case you still have room for new year resolutions. How about you add this.

Happy New Year!

Dad

 It does not feel like a new year at all for me, all the same Happy New Year for those of you that can handle it.

On the 28^th of December 2011, tragedy befell our family  when we lost our dad. Death is a horrible thing, it is a thief and nothing anyone  can ever get used to.

I know people always pass on but somehow subconsciously I expected my daddy to always be there. The days that followed have been the dimmest days of my entire life. No word of encouragement, no song of worship, no prayer ever seemed to get to me.

I am not angry at God because I know He remains God and even if it doesnot feel like so, I know that All things work together for good. I know, I will get over it even if I don’t know how.

This post, the very first one this year is to celebrate who my dad was to me. These are the memories I always want to have of him. These are the things I would like to tell the people who never met my dad, these are the things I want my children and grand children to know.

I thank God that my dad passed away well aware that I loved him. The last time I had told him that was three days earlier on Christmas day when I wrote him a note appreciating him. 

My dad is the one person I have known all my life. My earliest memory of him was when he used to bathe my brother and I as kids. I liked to do stuff with him, I learnt to srew and unscrew nails, tie my shoe laces, iron a shirt with the help of my dad.

My dad taught me how to write, my teachers always said I had a beautiful handwriting and I was always proud to let them know that my dad taught me.

My dad was calm and cool headed most of the time. He gave you that feeling of security and You knew you could always count on him. He never judged you or remarked that you were lazy especially when it came to school work. My only motivation to study hard through school was so i could make my father proud.

My dad never ever raised his hand to punish me as a kid, i don’t remember ever seeing that. I actually don’t remember how he disciplined me.

I always thought my dad knew everything there was to know in the world. My dad would read my school work, understand it and then explain to me. When I attended my first job interview, my dad tutored me on what I should say to the interview panelists, even if he had never worked in a bank before, needless to say I passed the interview and got the job.

My first job posting was in another town, my dad took me to the bus park and sat with me in the bus until it was time for the bus to set off. I was 23!

My dad did housework, cooked and always got up in the morning to light the lamp when the lights were off. He has been doing this until now. My dad was a humble man.

I know the memories of my dad are going to be with me for a long time, perhaps for ever because I even bear his name.

I thank God so much for having given me such a dad because he was the best dad for me and God knows my needs. I thank Him that He is going to see me through  this because He is my bigger DAD in heaven. I choose to look to Him for strength , wisdom and direction knowing that He never changes and His Love for me remains true.

Bye Daddy.