Bits of me, pieces of life

 There are moments in life that feel too heavy to carry. Moments that silence every good thought and drown you in whispers that lie to your soul. This is one of those stories. Raw. Real. And redemptive. There are parts of the stories we don't always talk about, but such stories can give hope to other people who might be going through the same darkness. I was young. But the weight carried didn't care about my age. But somewhere along the way, I got lost. I don’t know if it was pain, loneliness, confusion, or a storm of all three, but I found myself in a very dark place. There was a sadness I couldn't explain, a shadow that followed me around. And one day... I almost let it win. It didn’t happen suddenly. The sadness crept in quietly. Slowly. Until one day, I stood there… rope in my hand… shaking. Crying. Ready to do the unthinkable. Call it the devil, call it despair, call it confusion. But I was there. I know it sounds cringey to talk about now. But it was real. I felt like...

 There is probably something you need to work on to achieve effective results.  In a world full of supernatural believes, we always have a feeling something is holding us back when things don't move or workout. Especially after we have tried, cried and prayed. But do we ever think otherwise? Most of us are not under a spell, we are simply facing the work we have not done.  What really limits many of us is not our mind's capacity, but our heart's fear, pride and doubt. Too often we are too scared not of failure but, of disapproval. We hold our dreams captive because, we are scared to be judged and misunderstood. We aim for goals that are safe instead of goals that are true.  I prayed sincerely, some days even falling asleep mid-prayer, whispering hopes into the silence. But prayer isn't just a wishful thinking-, its faith in motion. Its trusting that while God listens, he will make wonders in our lives and require us to rise and act. So, if you are stuck, it's pr...