Here's to Old Skool

One of the joys and frustrations of being at home is not having electricity. This load shedding business about four to six hours a day has hampered my ability to blog as often as I like. I start on a specific thought pattern and just like that power is out, so after six hours my blog is no longer in my head anymore. Coupled with the fact that me and my brother share only one wireless broadband adaptor. So excuse me if I've been silent for the past month or so. However today I just thought let me go old skool, so ruffled through the book shelves in the house and was able to pull out an old counter book whose pages have lost colour with time. So during these times of tranquil, silence and no electricity I will write

Back to the idea of old skool, I was thinking how disenchanted I've become with the numerous ways of chatting with friends online. Be it googletalk, facebook chat, mxit, skype the list goes on and on. Chatting, quick communication and all have for me removed the excitement of receiving something from a loved one. I remember back in 2004 when cellphones were not that big in Zimbabwe, was something your parents had and your older brother in university. I had a crush on a girl I had met over the school holidays, so before holidays were out we exchanged postal addresses. Then I had something to look forward to every two weeks, a packed letter full of all her exploits since she received my last letter. Funny but can equate what has happened in my walk with God , and that with lots of people I have talked to. We expect the fast and easy response with God, Him to just give us the quick and easy answers when we ask. When he doesn't act like our own personal service we act as if we've been disconnected from the service. Little do we know He's been taking us through a season since the last one we've been in. Taking stock and waiting to one day give us the jam packed letter of where we've come from. Think of Joseph who is the best example I have of God waiting to bring out the big letter at the end.

He was given a vision and a promise which only came to fruition years after he saw it. Can imagine sometimes during that journey He felt like he needed instant answers, he helps the cup bearer who repays him by forgetting him in prison for 3years. Isn't that how we feel sometimes, like we've been forgotten. I guess sometimes we need to go through that for God to see how deep our cisterns are and if we're really drawing our affirmation from the right place. Reminds me of the verse Jeremiah 2:13 "for my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water."


Need some silence to see were our cisterns lie.


love, peace and happiness


Tau