How do you plan to make it through the storms of life?

How do you plan to make it through the storms of life?

Will you stand still under the shadow of God for protection? Or, will you try to save your own life?

O' I feel a testimony trying to escape my lips...

I remember once I tried to solve my own problems until one day the storms of life entered my soul and stayed there. Evil tried so hard to make a fool out of me. The goal was to turn everyone against me. But that voice on the inside of me told me to stay still and observe God at work...I was obedient. Hence, today I am alive.

God restored everything I lost in the storm and now I am happy. That is the reason why a testimony is always escaping my lips....

Today, I claim my title. I am more than a conqueror and I know I am fit to tell you this...when the storm of life is facing you, center yourself in the spirit. When the storms of life multiply its power, all around your mind, body and soul- just call on God... Stand still in your faith and let the problem solver solve the problem.

Don’t ever forget it.
Stand still and be bold in the presence of evil.
Gather your faith seeds and give thanks.
Show your trust in God not in your friends
Leave the storms to the almighty Jah.

© fania simon

The Driver On The Metaphorical Highway

The Driver On The Metaphorical Highway

One morning, I left home. Home was my mother’s womb; from there, my destination was unknown. My mother pressed on and pushed me through the pressure of birth. The peasant Midwife named Yaya stood by at the arriving port to welcome me into the metaphorical highway. When she saw my face, she glowed inside her aged flesh because in her spirit, she knew she was starring at an irregular star.

Look at me, as soon as I slid out from my memorable, natural place, or as soon as I was pushed out from the safety of my mother’s womb, I humanly dismissed the midwife’s presence and I began to cry out like madness. Perhaps, that was my unrehearsed reaction to the weird energy, which was circulating around me. I found myself dwelling in that unfamiliar place. It felt waterless and I could not believe that the ultimate force that created me would leave me here alone to fight for my life.

Just like that, I found myself in a weird place. Hence, expressing grief was my only way to send a message back to the universe. I cried to confirm my new existence to the world beyond myself. I cried to convey the message that I arrived undamaged and I am alive.


to be continued....
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Illustration by fania simon