I’ve been going through. But, I’m okay.
-- Anonymous

Amid the stuff in your life that hurts, amid the struggles that sometimes take your breath away, in the middle of the uncertainty that feels as though it’ll never clear, when everything looks bleak and threatens to stay blue forever, somewhere there’s a voice within that is still singing, still praising, and still versed to move on and over.

Underneath the rock, the earthworm rests. But when it rains, he is forced above ground where there is very little oxygen and too much sun for his light sensitive body. On his way back home, he’s nipped by a bird but not caught, then clipped by a shoe but not smashed. In the end, he returns to his rock, scraped and worn out, but still in one solid, unbroken piece. Still okay.

Pushed into a clearing by ambitious developers, fair game to all predators, the deer runs madly to the other side of the road toward delicious-looking brush only to be side-swiped by an SUV and left bruised and disorientated along the edge of the road. Anxiously yet slowly pushing herself off the ground, the deer hobbles back through the clearing, finds thick brush in which to hide, rest, and mend her wounds, then listens to and follows closely the familiar sounds that will lead her to denser and safer thickets. She’s a bit out of her comfort zone, scared out of her deer mind, but she’s finding her way. She’s still okay.

With every night, there may come loneliness or bad dreams. But attached to every night is a morning, and if you can make it to morning, you’re still okay. Never are you so far under that a breeze, a breath from God, can’t hit your face to remind you that you can still breath and thus improve the adverse situations and circumstances in which you find yourself. At all times, you are still okay, and never is there too much to handle, too much to sort out, or too much to confront that you can’t still make it through.

You may be worn and torn and the shackles and shanks may have left you sore, sad, mad, busted, and disgusted. But, thank you Jesus, even in the middle of the stuff, you’re still capable and cool, in control and unmoved. You’re still okay.

Sadiqqa © 2007