May the Lord bless you and keep you;
May the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you;
May the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.🙏🏿🙏🏿
“It’s not the blowing of the wind, but the set of the sail that determines your destination”. How true that is! No matter what the circumstances of life try to dictate, God gives the ability to take dominion.
“When the madness of an entire nation disturbs a solitary mind, it is not enough to say the man is mad.” Francis Imbugas Betrayal In The City.
These words seem to ring even more true today than at the time they were penned. Where do we turn when there’s only a solitary sane mind?
Not by how did they died but how they lived..
Not by what they gained, but what they gave..
These are the units by which to measure the worth of a person,
…as a person, regardless of birth…, or death!
Today, Thursday 30th June, 2016, our lovely daughter transitioned out of primary school. The institution called it graduating into Secondary School.
The day started off cold, but with a lingering promise of sunshine. Half of my heart however seemed determined to stay at the cold weather place.
As we dropped her off at school for that transitioning, where you seemingly close one door and open another, my mind was filled with memories of the infant that I had so long ago carried around in the garden, making gurgling sounds…The pretty twinkling trusting eyes…The little lips that just managed to curve into a smile so tiny….The little arms that went round my neck and felt better than the most precious string of pearls….And that kinky lovely bushy Afro hair that just made her so proudly African. And a tear made its way to my lap. At that moment I knew instinctively that our daughter was transition out of my lap. Was my lap ready? Was my heart ready? Could I have done the 12 years differently to make the magical years last longer? Am I ready for that door that she must now open?
It has been a priceless joy journeying with her and we trust that the journey ahead of us shall be as awesomely satisfying and more. Pray, how do I stop trying to correct possible mistakes before she makes them? How do I stop wanting to teach her life’s lessons through my experiences rather than her own? How do I let go and let her?
I believe the early years have been easy because she never let her hand out of mine from that first day when she experienced the tender guidance of my firm hand. And as I walked, there was an imprint already cast.
Thank you God for treading and leveling our path with her even before we dreamed of treading it. As we embark on this new walk, where I cannot clasp her hand tightly in mine, may the wisdom of age and the presence of you, Our Almighty God guide me🙏🏿 God, we cannot ever thank you enough for this precious little lady who has lit up our lives more than all the stars in the sky ever could.
To God Be The Glory!