Monday 28 December 2020

Through the Fire

In the flux

The mind is a massive industrial complex of churn, with thoughts and imaginations coursing through spaghetti conveyor belts manufacturing products for which one might not have found a purpose. A recent situation had so many scenarios play out in my head, I felt like I needed a big red button to shut down the complex and get some quiet in me.

In the midst of all this, there was a voice, quiet and calming, asking for a voice to speak to my hearing. It is a place of refuge that in troubled times comes to the rescue to snatch me out of the funk, putting things in perspective and offering a kind of assurance that whatever might come will pass.

In the calm

In life, we are not promised a trouble-free existence, rather there are influences and experiences that seem to equip us to weather storms to new calms. It is like the Psalmist says in Psalm 23, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.” [BibleGateway: Psalm 23:4]

I am comforted by that voice that says in my head, even in the face of terrifying circumstances, “Akin, everything is going to be fine.” It gives me a sense of security for travel and the assurance that I will reach my destination. Whatever the journey, it will not be the end of the story.

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