I’m thinking that sometimes we need to pray when things are going right too.
Like right now, as I’m thankful to God that my little girl is healthy and getting stronger by the day.
Almost a month ago she was in hospital being treated for the pneumonia she picked up at creche we think.
It’s a public hospital that means we were kicked out around 7pm and allowed in back in at 7am.
It felt shitty leaving her behind, oxygen mask on, drip in arm, with her feeling sickly.
There was no better time to go to God with her paining like she was.
So, eventually, when the weight of it all brought me to my knees, I started praying.
Not a lofty prayer but a detailed, heartfelt prayer of gratitude.
Being thankful of what I already have and being thankful of what I wanted to see, in terms of a healthy baby that’s being discharged and back home with us.
And I continued spending most of my day being grateful of that truth.
A prayer God answered.
Remembering Her in the bad times only to forget or take Her for granted in the good times.
Beka manje, I’m spending my off day with my Beasty and I’m not thanking God for that.
While in this physical life I see hell and heaven as an experience.
Not a destination.
And the further away from God the closer I am to experiencing situations that feel hellish.
But with continuous association and communication with Her I will be guided out of those hell experiences into heavenly ones.
Like the one I’m having now.
And I’m grateful for them.
Please forgive me.
I love you.