The Sun Will Rise Again (Pun Intended)😏

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Today was filled with heart-warming childhood memories. I visited a church in town where my late mother used to take my sister and me when we were in primary school. The overwhelming familiarity that greeted me as I walked through the door alone gnawed at my mind throughout the lengthy though jubilant service. My mom’s spirit was there with me, a part of the boisterous congregation singing songs of praise and surrender.

They took me to church with hymns like Umhlobo Wam', Ikhon’ Indawo, Sinomhlobo (if you’ve never heard of iCilongo then I can’t help you) and I sang my little heart out knowing how music was life to my mom. May her soul rest in peace.

That woman was fearless, a visionary and a mama bear when it came to protecting her children. So I dedicate today, still in the spirit of celebrating courageous women of note, to Nomathamsanqa Theodorah Xolo, my personal hero and badass sprinter (I just remembered why I love runningJ).

So today was a good day! We took Holy Communion in remembrance of our Lord Jesus, relishing His unmatched sacrifice for mankind. Now I won’t pretend I wasn’t conflicted about my relationship status with Him right now, but I do know that nothing I do will ever separate me from His love. Not even smoking a cigarette after church, which I did do (Now I never said I was perfect…but I do plan to stop smoking - it’s not good for my health, especially as a runner).

To everyone who feels unworthy of being in God’s presence, stop it! He loved you before He formed you in your mother’s womb, nothing you do will ever phase Him or change how He feels about you. Things will come and go, disappointments will definitely happen, people will leave you or hurt you; life is unfair! But the human spirit is resilient, relentless, unstoppable, and is so intricately created that nothing but its Maker can hit the “reset” button, and mend it when it’s broken.

Now I know it’s not going to happen overnight but I want to learn how to trust God again; how to stop being angry and suspicious of The One who created me in His image and likeness. Something about that tells me He loves me and knows me better than anyone else does (and that He’s my best shot at discovering why the hell I’m on this earth!) Bummer! Thought I could do this thing solo (hand on face) – if you haven’t noticed, I really like the “hand on face emoji”…lol and the smirk.😏

So, fellow compatriots, in Rihanna’s inspiring words, “we found love in a hopeless place”, we too can still find beauty in the ashes of our dreams, hopes and lost treasures if we really WANT to! We just have to keep believing that the sun will rise again! And it always does…


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