It is well

It was on 1st January this year and I had it all figured out. I remember walking into my former place of worship and seeing the year’s theme and I was so excited. The theme read “Break camp, Advance and Possess.” This seemed like a confirmation of what I believed was coming right and it was so exciting. You see, it was the beginning of the year and all (according to me) was going on well. I had a promising job, I had just started a business that seemed to be starting well, I had been serving in a ministry that had been bearing fruits, my circle of friends was increasing and I was about to start a relationship that I saw would be awesome. What more could I have asked for?

It wasn’t until nine days later that everything started falling apart. In less than two weeks, it turned out that the relationship that I had thought would work was not going anywhere and I had to just let go. It took close to a month to mourn and let go. Just before I had completed my mourning process, I was informed by my then supervisor at work that my contract would not be renewed because the organization was overstaffed and they were retrenching. That hit me so hard bearing in mind that I had it all figured out financially. I was just about to enroll for a master’s degree; therefore, losing my job meant that I had to put that on hold. I only had one month to leave my job and the amount of my savings would not be enough to pay for a semester’s fee of my intended course. Furthermore, I had taken a loan from a friend to start my small farming business and I was hoping that I would use my formal job’s salary to repay my loan.

However, after losing the contract, all was not immediately lost because I was able to negotiate with my friend and promise that I would repay the loan 4 months later when i expected that the business would start giving returns. I left the job after my contract was over and I stayed home taking care of my business and looking for and praying hard for a new job. My friends and family became so supportive and I was able to meet my needs, hang out with friends and serve in ministry.

However, one month later, I lost a friendship. You see, I trust very easily. However, for one to be at the level of a close friend that I can share my life with, it takes hard work for me and in me. I also love my close friends so much and would do anything to keep them. Therefore, being this kind of a person, losing that friendship hurt me so badly and it took me so long to recover. Before I had mourned my loss, my business started doing so badly. My rabbits would give birth and the young rabbits would die. I thought it would just happen once but this continued and so for the next 5 months, that was the trend. I tried all ways and cures but none worked, did I give up? Yes I did, I was so stressed and would not share what I was feeling with anyone. I had a commitment to repay the loan I had taken, I needed money to sustain myself and I still had a dream to upgrade my studies. I could not share with anyone and I withdrew from everyone. This affected my friendships and my relationship with my family.

I was only left with serving in the church. However, I did not want to go to church in order to avoid getting emotional during prayer time while expressing my problems to God. so I never used to attend the services but would only attend the teen’s service where I was serving or go on high school missions on Sundays. That, I must say was not very easy; praying had become difficult and would not want to tell God about my problems; because just thinking about them was painful. However,while serving I met this girl from church who had gone through so much. She had struggled so much in her life. However,her life now seemed a complete opposite of what it used to be. Her parents had struggled to raise her and after high school, she had to struggle and work odd jobs to raise fee for a certificate course, then a diploma and later a degree though she had qualified to join university immediately after high school but could not afford it. Listening to her story encouraged me, though I was not able to share what was going on in my life, her story somehow helped me start recovering.

As I started recovering, I was now able to pray and ask God to help me. Slowly, God started reminding me of His promises in my life. I was now able to express to God my feelings and even relate with my friends and family well and even pray for them and with them. As I recovered, I remember one day I had asked for God to perform a miracle for me. I had that business loan that I needed to repay. It was just 2 days before the due date and I did not have any money to repay it. I remember it was my mum’s birthday so I decided to call her to wish her happy birthday. So as we conversed, she started asking me personal questions and could not help but breakdown into tears. She insisted that i tell her what was wrong and so I told her all what I was going through. Although she did not offer a solution, I felt relieved after that and for the first time, I shared my personal life issues with my mum, which has never happened before.

That evening, my dad called me and explained that he knew what had been going on in my life. He was kind of mad at me because I had not told him what I had been going through. However, he cleared my debt and in addition to that, paid my fee for a postgraduate program. Was I happy? Of course I was. Everything was coming back to normal. However, 2 months later I was called for a job interview to a place away from where I had been living. At first I was reluctant to go because I could not imagine leaving ministry, part of my family and my friends behind. However, after much praying, I found peace, went for the interview and got the job. I had to move to a new place where I did not know anyone but I have found so much peace and rest. In addition to that I am able to continue with my postgraduate studies from my new location. I have a gracious boss and wonderful colleagues. I am closer to my parents than before, I am making new friends and my old friends keep in touch. I have found a church where I go to worship every Sunday. The best thing about all that however is that I have found rest, I have more time to spend alone with God and I have time to write and share all this. i may not have really figured out why He brought me here but I am so grateful to God. It did not go as I expected but it eventually turned out well.
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