By Ovundah Nyeche.
Fridays could be sunny, and turbulent.
Fridays could be the day when the crown, instead of sitting right on your head, digs deep into your skin, cause damage and gives you a bloody face.
Fridays could be the day when those you trust betray and blackmail you. When those you hugged leave you for better options.
Fridays could be the day when those you gave your all, conspire to pull you down.
Fridays could be day when the storm and rain pull down everything you have worked so hard for.
Friday could be the day when those you could bet your life to stand by you, turned their backs against you and watched you suffer but did nothing and laughed you to scorn.
Fridays could be the day when the dog you are feeding, finishes its food and turns back to bite you; and all you have left is an empty plate, bloody hand and a broken heart.
Never to worry…
Fridays never last forever.
Wet handkerchiefs don’t stay wet for ever.
Even those wounds can heal.
Fridays are planting days.
Fridays are days when the blacksmith puts the impure gold in the hot crucible.
Fridays never last forever.
Sunday is coming.
Sunday will come.
It won’t end this way.
Thank you Jesus for everything.
And yes don’t go through Fridays without Jesus, He knows first hand what Fridays feel like and He will never leave or forsake you.
God bless you.
I hope to hear from you.
Correct boy, i hear u
Ndu
Thanks for your feedback.
We all need some encouragement to go through the storms of life. Nice piece.
Thanks for your comment Sir.
Joy surely comes in the morning
Yes…
So Friday here does not stand for any day in particular but a season.
This too shall come to pass……
Thank you so much Sir.
Good message there.
I also reflect on those moments with these words, “this too shall pass”.
It might not look like it, but it sure does pass.
Thanks for sharing.
You rock, OVD.
Thank you so much Ruth… Sunday is coming.
Thanks so much Dr Ovd….reminds me of the scripture that says weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning!!
Thank you Ma