Momentous!

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I have wanted to do this for so long, but held up here and there. Finally today, I get to do it. Connect on this blog.

My Christian walk is fraught with incidents, coincidences but not accidents. Sometimes I’ve greatly doubted myself in certain instances.

I remember the day  I bumped into a woman of God’s prayer meeting. I say bumped because I had gone into that particular country’s capital for purely work related workshop and not anything close to a spiritual encounter.

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Our encounter yielded along prophetic session, that I felt wasn’t meant for me because what she talked about fell away from the stuff I did, yearned for or ever dreamed of.

Puzzled by her rapturous disclosures on what a great poetess I was, I left unruffled.

The year 2012.

A year down the line, incessant snippets of what she had told me crept into my mind as space permitted. I’d laugh and brush aside the thought aside.

Sure I deigned to be a writer someday. I had several unfinished manuscripts lying about in my house! Yes she was on course but not poetry! I never enjoyed the subject in school. It was the hardest nut to crack.

Save for the musical and lyrical rhymes, trying to infiltrate the mind of a poet and decipher what they meant by all those metaphors and symbolism equalled getting water out of a rock!

So  a momentous thing happened a month ago.

My e-book ‘Unconventional Messages’ went up in the kindle stores.

How did it get there?

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Momentous!

I never met Moses-hope to someday 🙂 But only he knew how it felt like how walking across on the dry bed of the red sea. A restless crowd following behind. He forgot he had insisted and made excuses, he was a stammerer and couldn’t speak well before a crowd of people.

Or when Sarah beheld her baby, Isaac and remembered she had laughed a year before at the ‘joke’ tossed her way, that she’d have a child.

Or Mary told she’d carry a child while completely a virgin!

Our God loves and specializes in impossibilities! He twists and turns around our lives’ storylines and plots to our chagrin mirth and joy.

You can laugh,clap hands to your mouth but don’t quit the stage.The script has a new plot unfolding.

The messages contained in my book came out as 100+ messages whispered to me in meditative moments.

Only from God could they have come.

In the turbulence my life had taken, they gave me comfort, encouragement and answers to things I questioned and suffered.

In  a record seven days, my pen glued down on paper and out came poem after poem. I had no formula for poetry writing, I called them messages.

Unconventional they were. Not really what one expected to hear most times in the warranted situations. But they were spoken and I wrote.

And to find this on Kindle, is all momentous for me!

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Now I know. You can’t beat God at his game. Only he has your life’s script in hand.

Learn your lines or

Just ask me!😊

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DailyStrugglesOfKenyanMama

I write lived experiences and encounters. I write straight from my heart. I pour my thoughts, observations and nuances with black ink on white sheets of webpages. My thoughts and conclusions are my own. If they lead you to think, change or laugh about a thing or two, then I have lived my purpose- to influence positively. This page is dedicated to all Kenyan Mothers and Girls, and to Fathers because daughters are borne of them and to Boys, who call them sisters. If I discover anything out there that will enrich your life or provide income or improve your overall well being, I'll bring it here. It may get personal, but learn and have fun, afterall who celebrates us but us. Who fights for us but us.😇

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