Yesterday, I didn’t post any article because I didn’t write any. I remember picking up my phone to type a bunch of whatever came rolling into my head but I just dropped the phone on my laptop and rolled on my bed in extreme pain.
Sometimes I’m not sure whether I’m in serious pain or I just have a low threshold for pain. Most times, I settle for: Pain is Pain. And pain does not feel good.
So I fell sick around the beginning of this week and it just made me weak (sorry, I couldn’t resist jumping on that).
It’s malaria. There’s a hole in the window net of my room and it warmly ushers in mosquitoes from the other side. Plus, I have been stressing A LOT lately.
Anyway, the sickness got really bad yesterday and there was the additional emotional wreckage I felt when I realized that once again, I was allowing the devil cheat me of my already received solid health.
I was also thinking about my exams which were slated to commence on the 29th of August. Between the readers of this blog and I, I am about 7% ready for the exam. (Father & Mother, if you read this post, I’m just joking)
So yesterday, I had all these physical, intellectual and emotional (and maybe even spiritual) battles going on in me and I was just too weak to write. I was sleeping in and out of nightmares (where I was kidnapped and no one could save me.) I had a terribly block nose and a blazing throat. I had cough and cold and heat all at the same time. It was not pretty.
One of those moments when I dashed out of a nightmare, I picked up my phone and drowsily checked my chats. On my class group, I saw that everyone was complaining and saying: Oh God, No!
I scrolled up and saw that our class representative had announced the change of date in our exams: 5th of September.
In my weak state of mind, I simply whispered, ‘He’s intentional’ and I went back to sleep.
I got that statement from Travis Greene’s Intentional song where he sang: All things are working for my good/ He’s intentional
The way I see it, God loves me a lot.
I am that farmer for whom he sends rain while everyone else complains about the wetness.
I am the pedestrian he causes to miss the bus which would later crash
I am the one for whom He delays harmattan just so my dry skin syndrome can be cured before it gets worse
All things actually work together for my good… Intentionally.