Questions Questions, and no answers

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I stepped out into our backyard. It wasn’t to catch the lovely breeze present, or look at the stunning silver moon, sparkling with rays of light striking the concrete below. It was to search for answers,to look up to the heavens,to listen to The Voice in the still night, hoping for rays of wisdom to illuminate the darkness within.My petition was the same as yesterday. Have I been forgotten? Is the promise lost in limbo? Today I wasn’t turning back till I get something concrete.

As promised, The Voice spoke. It was muffled by the wind, but I knew and understood. He had said I would always recognize it because I belong to him. He asked, “Why the memory lapse?Have you forgotten your past?How I took a broken and crushed soul, sunk in a well, thinking that it would find life, fresh water, only to find that it was the dry well of despair?How I replaced what you lost and gave you a new lease of life, of hope which you had lost because of searching in the wrong places?”

“True” ,I replied. ”But why the storms? Why the wind which even stifles your voice? Why the fire?”Son, he replied, travel with me back in time. I’ll expound on what history didn’t.Raging winds in the Indian Ocean,the Monsoon winds,gave birth to the ancient cities along East Africa.The Africans saw raging storms that dampen their way of life,the Arabs and Asians saw Trade winds. New opportunities, horizons, lands and wealth they could explore traveling by these winds. Mombasa, Malindi, Lamu, rich city states,were born from windy seasons.

As the winds came some fishermen complained of lost opportunity, while others discovered new schools of fish, clutching the humps of the waves.

And the fire? We go back again to the era your clan was famed for forging iron weapons.They had to temper them in flames till ready.Weapons that had impurities wouldn’t last long in the heat of the battle. You, are undergoing that process.You see, I discovered dross in you and now I need the pure silver in you. I refine you because I want you just the way I made you, with a pure heart, a loving spirit, a prudent mind. Allow me to remove the impurities you picked up from your past.It hurts a bit, but will hurt more later if I don’t do it.

As three young men in Babylonia ;Shadrack, Meshack and Abednego discovered, the fire wont destroy you, but glorify me through you. If you look closely you’ll see me in it. I was always there, just like the time my 12 apprentices 2000 years ago thought the boat could sink in a storm with me in it.

My eyes are opening.But how do I continue in this journey.I feel so weak?

The Voice, now more audible said,”You feel, but are not.I didn’t make you weak. Continue walking by my side, continue listening.Throw your net at my command, not at your judgment.And always remember, I’m after fruit which I know you can produce.I therefore must prune.And in a little while, the harvest season will come, and you’ll be glad you walked alongside me.