When The Journey Becomes…

Happy Easter guys. This week, I’m particularly excited. Because we reached a milestone. 1.2k views, in just 2 months. Greatness! Belated happy birthday to Susanna Nkansah. I’ve been led to share this post, especially because it’s Easter. And also because someone out there needs to read this story. Your testimony is in there somewhere. Let’s get to reading then, shall we?

Romans 5
8 . But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  

Work now became more mundane than he expected and he didn’t realise it then, but it was irritating. The past few months had been tough on him and he was trying to find his feet again. What bothered him most of all, was the fact change he had undergone. He wasn’t the same Christian he was a few years back. And it bothered him. He missed the sweet communion he used to have with the Holy Spirit. The presence of that divine being. He missed it all. Somehow, the name Jesus had been reduced to something a little more than his name-Julius, and it didn’t get any better than that. He remembered a time when ‘Jesus’ seemed more than a fairy tale purported in some ‘Holy Book.’ What kept him down more, was the fact that the liberation that came with mentioning the name every time, had ceased. He missed it. And he didn’t know what to do or where to look. Reading the Bible looked like a lot of work. It was just hard! He hadn’t noticed how depressed he was till he begun writing in his diary,

If truly you died and rose up again,

It’s hard to believe that it was for my gain,

I feel like the tomb you were buried in,

And oh the pain! 

Like I’m still holding on to everything you died to free me of,

Every reason you had, to set me free is now like some folklore,

Oh and God? Am i that worth it? 

Or the stories are just to give you a proper hold?

Who’s to blame for this poor show of…”

He wondered about how great a writer he was. Even when he was so depressed, he was able to rhyme so well and still say what he wanted to. Soon enough, his mind was flooded with a myriad of thoughts-Kobby’s fees, Mr Boateng’s project proposal, Nana Yaa’s hairdo. 

Oh Nana Yaa! If there was ever a reason he felt lucky, it was for marrying her. He wondered what life would have been like if he had stayed stubborn and married Ellen. He shuddered. And just then he knew what to do. He had hoarded so much for so long, it had been to eat him up. Ellen was everything he wanted physically in a woman, contours and all. But he always wondered the one significant thing she added to his life apart from the usual headache and stress. He was blindsided and always thought she was “the one.” Till he acknowledged that he was fed up and let her go.

And that was what he had to do. Ask for help. Let it go. So far, he had only said the name ‘Jesus’ in passing or when he was exclaiming shock. But when he closed his diary and bowed his head, the rush of emotions in his chest area, pushed him to mention it. Just one more time he thought. 

“Jesus!”, He exclaimed softly. And oh the relief. He remembered a scripture he read once and proceeded to recite what he could remember. It was Hebrews 4:16 or something. He wasn’t sure, but it talked about going to the throne room of grace. He hadn’t noticed Nana Yaa who walked in on his recital amidst tears. She was going to confront him about his recent distance and absentmindedness. But that could wait. 

She hugged him from behind and held on ever so tight for dear life. The gesture melted him the more and his sobs became audible. But in that oh so surreal moment, he felt at peace. He knew the journey had just begun but in that moment, he was focused on enjoying the ripple effect of the name Jesus and his wife’s arms wrapped around him, of course! But most of all, the peace he felt inside.

Hebrews 4

16 . Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. 

Thank you for making it thus far. Let’s meet in the comment section then, shall we?

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