The psat few months, if not this year have been a challenge to me. With disappointments in work, the challenges of life, the state of the country around me and the passing of my grandfather has weighed heavily in my heart.

I wondered where Grandpa is now. Looking at his life through his memoirs, I see God’s hand on him. I wondered whether God’s hand was on him, guiding him in his last moments. I hope he is with God now. I place my hope on the God I know to be loving and merciful.

With so much challenges ahead, I’ve hidden myself behind the scenes for the past few weeks. The excuse of a Sabbath was used and the reason of being newly married was convenient.

Just a few days ago, I’ve heard in the music making reference to the term “burnt out” akin to spiritual death. I wondered if it was true of me. Although I know deep within, I’m slowly drifting away from the passion of God.

Realising the state of which things are going, I needed to do something. I prayed, I sang, I read. Its a struggle. A breeze of encouragement was felt by my barren and dry heart in the reading of the first few pages of Pastor Edmund’s book. A piece of poetry seems to speak to me…

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By Faith Not Sight ~ By Ruth A. Morgan

Sometimes I’m sad. I know not why.
My heart is sore distressed;
It seems the burdens of this world
Have settled on my heart.
And yet I know … I know that God
Who doeth all things right
Will lead me thus to understand
To walk by FAITH … not SIGHT.
 
And though I may not see the way
He’s planned for me to go,
The way seems dark to me just now
But oh, I’m sure He knows!
Today He guides my feeble step
Tomorrow’s in His right.
He has asked me to never fear
But walk by FAITH … not SIGHT.
 
Some day the mists will roll away,
The sun will shine again.
I’ll see the beauty in the flowers,
I’ll hear the bird’s refrain.
And then I’ll know my Father’s hand
Has led the way to light
Becuase I placed my hand in His
And walked by FAITH … not SIGHT.

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This is my journey to walk… not alone but with Him.