Maintaining Composure
The hardest yet simplest thing to do; the irony
I posted this article about how I was genuinely fine and happy, and like I said, I indeed was. In less than two days, I went from happy to sad, worried, anxious, and wailing.
I’m guessing, like Job, God had boasted about me in heaven, saying: “See my lovely M, despite living in Nigeria and not owning her private jet yet, she is genuinely happy and serving me. Content and holding on to my promise every day. Satan must have said, ‘Let me try her small?’ and my Father would reply, "It's Mera; she trusts me too much, go ahead.”
Like Job, I went from being happy, drinking wine, and dancing to my gratitude playlist to something I couldn’t explain. I ran to Tracy’s DMs, called Olubobo, tried to explain myself to Obim, and gave a breakdown to Dadi pickin of the living conditions, and before I knew it, even my health was failing me.
And in 5 more days, I saw myself in the hospital, and I had a pack of drugs and a heavy heart on my way home on a Wednesday night.
Two Wednesdays later, I can tell you that ‘ God was right.’ I trust him that much. Although I wailed, screamed, and prayed about my unbelief, I’m still very content, and my happiness just increased.
For most of my adult life, I have been in charge of many decisions. Regarding my life and that of others, I try to plan as often as possible, always having a second option and facing the consequences when plans A, B, and C fail. I must tell you that in all of this chaos, I have learned to trust God and stay very optimistic.
The sun will always shine, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be rain and thunder strikes. And because we can never know tomorrow, remember that there is no limit to the realities that may happen.
So once again, my dear Friend, how are you? I’m very well, beautiful, and productive. I trust you are, too. And if you’re not, please send me an SOS! I promise to be there!
