In the busyness of what we call life, it is easy for years to pass without our realising, when memories become vague and age catch up. It is not easy to find precious time to sit down, do nothing and reflect on this journey called life. Yet it is too important not to be caught up with routine and things that needed to be done till we forget what happened, where we stand and where we’re really going.
I’m so grateful that right now I am lying in bed as Josiah sleeps, reminiscing about life. Precious moments of luxury. I am remembering uni days, days of being pretty much carefree, where living in lack can still bring much joy, when faith was simple, when everyday is a learning experience, when I was still groping in the dark searching for an identity, when I didn’t know betrayal or disappointment, and then tasting it for the first time, when friends are honest but hurtful, when time is abundance but money scarce, when sleep isn’t necessity and fun times crazy. This was definitely a time of moulding.
I look back knowing He was there every step of the way, watching and comforting but yet letting me drift like when you play a kite, letting it fly but keeping it close. I know now some disappointments and hurts were to make me learn forgiveness. That some humbling work was to teach me to serve. That opportunities were doors He opened and unanswered prayers doors closed for a reason. Grateful indeed for I am still being moulded. So much more to go. I think so often of my little kids at Little Lambs. My little 4 year olds are now teenagers, can’t believe it.
Need to get off this speeding train of life, wait at some stops and think about this life.