When the sun bows out, with a smile

Nothing takes away the blow that hits your shallow pit of your stomach. Closely followed by the stream of tears that involuntarily drip from your face. As I continuously and repeatedly moaned

"No! No!"

It can't be I thought out loud.

I have just learnt that the mother of one of my best friends has passed away. What's upsetting is that a gentle shining star has been returned to her Creator. She was a woman of faith. Having been through the loss of one of her daughters recently, she stood in her faith and kept marching on. Through the pain of loss. She trusted and depended on the Author of her life.

She was the one who told us off as we tried to go to places where we were not supposed to. She never minced her words nor her opinions which were based on her faith. The same faith that we professed and tried to lead. But as teenagers, we thought she was cramping our style. Yet she tried to protect us.

It's true we do not know the hour. Her hour came within a blink of an eye. As a quick flash of lightening. So we have to watch and pray always.

All the love , the rebukes, her living faith and her walk with God will stand as a lamp post as we continue on our journey on the earth on which we are passing through.

As sojoumers, nomads we have to keep our eyes on the Goal. The salvation of inner being, which indeed will live forever. Believe it or not.

She has run her race. She finished it. She won her crown. Her faith was tested and proven as pure as Gold. We look to you Lord, just as our dear mother did.

It's so ironic, that a warrior is called to join the heavenly army during the 40 days fast of Jesus. It's a wake up call to follow in His footsteps till our last breath.

Our prayers our with the Mavundla family

Keep your eyes on Him.

Always.

Comments

Habits

There are good habits and there are bad habits. Most of the time it's the bad habits that tend to infiltrate into our daily routines and they seem to stock to you stonger than superglue. To take themout of your life takes more energy and determination than you can imagine. I read an article about habits in the Monthly FIA magazine which spoke about a young chap called Stefan who had struggled with a drinking problem for years. His other bad habit was jumping from one girl to the next, as soon as he got what he wanted, he would move onto his next conquest. When he decided to change his habits, he realised that he had to change his environment first. So he took a drastic decision of moving from sunny St Lucia to the icy cold England. Leaving behind all his friends helped because they would have easily influenced him to go back to the destructive cycle of drinking and womanizing. You might be thinking well my bad habit does not hurt anyone. I just arr...

Hello... Anybody There?

It's been a while, I know. Been meaning to write or at least upload my vlogs on here. Yet it has been me chasing time. Me against procrastination. Getting over the apparent wall, called the writers block. And the bottom line is: belief, self assurance and trusting your inner self. And above all trusting in God. For a while now, I have had the distinct urge to write, to document, to share my 2 cents with the world. Or a few who will somehow wonder onto this platform. So I decide right here, right now. To cut down dramatically my Netfliximg and chill time. And focus on my apparent calling. I have been put to the point of discomfort, when from time to time, I would hear deep from the inner realms of my being " write, go on, just write, you gotta write - now!" Floating in and out of consciousness ideas and stories cry out to free themselves and be heard. Even if, just to seen by the write herself. Today I choose to brush aside the temporary discomfort of getting my w...

L I G H T

9/1/18 The above is the date when I wrote the first 3 and a half paragraphs. As you might have read already. I am trying to play catch up or clean up which ever way you may prefer to look at it. So months ago I wrote the following: Let there be light. The words spoken by God when we created heaven and earth. It's Monday been stuck indoors with a strong willed, independent, yet dependent 17 month old.This Monday, felt like a gloomy Monday, the kind of strangely grey foggy day. The kind of grey that you, "can't shake off that sleepy feeling off" kind of Monday. Back in 2017, around the beginning of it actually, I had this kind of Monday on repeat for almost a week. So it felt a bit like dejavu. This is how a grey day looks like. One wakes up and gets swallowed up by chores, things to do, look after baby or babies, try to get a shower and use the toilet (yes, take a dump in peace and quite), make and eat food before the baby wakes up. And if love have a littl...

Tales of a Zulugal

Search This Blog