I’ve tried all week to watch a movie on Netflix but I just couldn’t settle and concentrate. At first I obsessively checked the Coronavirus death/case counts for the countries mentioned, studying the graphs, trying to predict what would happen next, awake past midnight and getting more anxious by the minute. Then I began to worship. It was the only thing that made sense in the chaos. I did a bit of panic buying then I realised that even the most prepared person would eventually run out of fresh produce and other necessities. People around me were struggling and I wasn’t helping. This wasn’t what I was created to do.
I started praying and I remembered what I used to do before life got hard, though it was still a challenge. I used to pour out my heart on paper, sharing from my heart, bold enough to lay it bare, so that others could benefit from my journey. Sometimes I don’t feel like writing. Other times I have something to say but I get distracted by other menial tasks or pointless time-wasting pursuits. Yet for some people on this earth, time will be a luxury as they fight for their lives. We cannot bring back yesterday and do it better but we can do today well.
So I’m going to write. I’m not going to hold back- I’m not going to hide my faith either, so if it’s not your cup of tea, that’s ok. I must, however, open my mouth and praise my Maker in the years I am given. From the time I could speak I sang songs to God and this past week, as I saw others making videos to encourage others to lift up their praise to God, I was strengthened in my spirit. This is not a battle we are facing alone. Just like in 2 Chronicles 20, God is fighting for us. We need to praise and trust Him with child-like faith, knowing that He sees the end from the beginning, He cares and He has gone before us.