my cup runneth over
23 Oct
I’m no stranger to pain, anger, rejection, dissappointment, tragedy and frustration. In fact, I sometimes view them as an integral part of who I am, like somehow, all the *ish that has happened to me has helped define who I am. Maybe my responses towards the drama is what defined me.
The stoic, stubborn refusal to curl up and die, so to speak.
But I’m also not a stranger to love, friendship, goodness, joy and mercy. They come in small measured doses, but they also come just at the right time, when the frailty of my humanity is brightly profiled in the harsh luminance of reality.
In the face of tragedy, when the storms of life lash and whip relentlessly, I have learnt that it is the best time to give thanks.
So thank you;
Because I am alive.
Because you, Abba, still love me, despite all my issues.
Because my friends are still here.
Because I can stand on top of that hill and breathe the fresh air. You know, nothing fancy, just… breathe.
For the beautiful sunset you made the other day. How do you come up with that stuff? Every single day?!
For the adorable little girl who farted in my face and laughed herself silly.
For the new guitar I just got. So you think I can use it to worship you sometime, you know, when the fingers stop hurting n stuff? For real?? Awesome man!
For the bed I sleep in, even it’s on the floor. Rolling onto the cold cement wakes me up real fast!
For the fact that my rolex dude is just around the corner. The other day, he made some stray stuff, had me spending extra time in the other secret room, but he’s aight most of the time.
For my recently ravenous appetite. Come on, it was only ONE loaf! Okay… family size loaf. Yeesh. Big deal.
For the mistakes I’ve made that make me stronger and wiser. And sheepish too.
For the time I cut my leg against the bed. I know I cursed like a sailor because of the pain, but somehow, it reminded me I was alive.
For that stupid picture of me with the shoes I wished I’d polished. I was like six then. I’m wiser now.
For my blogger friends who flock to this blog simply because I’ve typed some stuff. Mbu I write well. Wama they be lying, right?
For the grace that allows me to call you Abba, despite the filth of my sin.
You know what dude, Abba? You rock.
You totally make my day everyday. Even the days when I don’t want to talk to you. You still rock. And you still ask “whatagwan?” when I sulk. And you still send the rain to soak me when I’m feeling low. And yeah, you’ve been sending quite a lot of rain lately. Wha’sup? And you still send the sunshine too. Back in the village, it gets a little too much though, ease up, will ya?
And that time when I fell off the ffene tree coz I got stung by wasps and I had to come down in a hurry. Yeah. We laughed our heads off didn’t we? I’m sure you rolled off your throne too, royal robes and all. Mean chap.
And the time Emrys and I came back from Gulu, you remember that Nakasongola symphony? Dude!! That stuff was off the chain!!
Aaaahh…
…
…
Huh?
Oh. Yeah, I know…
I’ve messed up much too. Even today.
I’m sorry.
Hug?
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Offtopic:
1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
- Psalms 23
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This sounds like DK, Solomon.
Love it!
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Uh oh… I think the tapestry is beginning to unravel, Teti, no?
Maybe
awww, i so love this, it reminds me that last night i wrote god another letter of my inner ost feelings about how i mest up again… and about pain… yeah, i have felt it all, rejection, pain, loneliness etc… and now going through aanother round of pain… i know he is near, it is i who doesnt really wanna talk…. i loved this
Dude,
you are making me want to do a post like this too
Mr. B2B…’s last blog post..preciate-ap
Yes, hug. Always.
I loved this one.
I love the way you put it. ‘For the beautiful sunset you made the other day. How do you come up with that stuff? Every single day?!’
Dude, your absolutely right about those awesome daily renders…what processing power! Abba’s a geek you know that don’t you? He’s truely amazing. Thanks for reminding us in such a “childlike” manner…
…For the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.
The Apprentice’s last blog post..Uganda.Ungifted by nature
There’s nothing adorable about a fart. Eeeeewwwwww! Ok, off topic. But we need to realise when our cups runneth over and give glory where it’s due.
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@Teti… no comment, lol, I saw your previous unedited comment.
@lulu, He always is near, no matter how far we are.
@MrB2b, dude, post away.
@mamapete, always.
@Mudamuli, that stuff always amazes me.
@The Apprentice. Yeah, he’s a geek aight. What kind of render farm do you reckon he has? Something Quantum?
@Carlo, farts arent adorable. Kids are.
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You got a new guitar? I am jealoussssssssssss
Nice post by the way
awwwwwwww. i love this post. and yes you write damn well. dont make Him take away that talent with your unappreciativeness(i swear that word exists)
kinda makes me think of all the things i am not thankful for everyday… how ungrateful i really am…how i need to pray sometimes, all the time,
there, you made me confess and all. i hope you are happy you turned me into a wuss Sol
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For the time I cut my leg against the bed. I know I cursed like a sailor because of the pain, but somehow, it reminded me I was alive.(very true)
you have given the thankful prayer a new twist.
now i will begin to thank the mighty Lord like that.
today i woke up didnt know what to wear, asked me sister to wait for me even though i was late and she waited then…i got the perfect outfit and now am at work. i thank you for despite my confusion i got to work in time, only you helped me pull that off. not so good but i will get better with time.
but i know you understand. all the same
holla
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@Auntie Pop, trust me, I appreciate like no man bidness. Sing with me, wuss “These are my confessions… ooohh”
@foxy, amen!
“For the adorable little girl who farted in my face and laughed herself silly.”
Hahaha *dead*
If you get time, read Habakkuk 3:17-19. Very nice post btw!