The hot air blew continuously over my face. I looked around at the bushes, all seemed so nearly dried up but were actually quiet healthy a symbol of the dry existence in a desert. The bushes were thorny, the sun was hot, the air was dry and I was tried, dying for a drop of water. Haunted by the memories of the past, I felt myself weak as the air continuously sucked me off my energy. I resented my walk to this haunt of the past.
I remembered the time in the past, this place was quiet lively with houses near around. We were young, school going children and everyday we played in this part of our “desert”. We had lots of good moments. But as life went on, things began to clamor for our attention and one by one we diverged to different parts of the world from one of the most remotest parts of the land known to man.
My mind suddenly began to falter over things of the past and the uncertain future, which was obviously not under my control. I know that God knows well how to take care of his children but sometimes your faith wavers and you begin to wonder of God is still in control of the situation at hand.
“Strengthen me Lord”, I prayed as I rose to leave. For one last time, I looked at the setting sun. The Painter had done a good job as always filled His canvas with the mild hues of His nebulous palette. If the world trusted the Painter everyday to do His job well, I certainly could trust the Planner to plan my future well…..
Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight. Prov 3:5-6(NAS)
It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man. Ps 118:8(KJV)