Why I choose to be grateful

Happy Birthday to Me!

To survive this treacherous journey of life is to have met with God's unmerited mercy, the season that flipped over was one that left me with memories indelible.
“If it had not been the LORD who was on our side when men rose up against us...” Ps 124:2.
Through the years I've lived so far, none was challenging as the one that rolled out from the appointed time of my life.
It was a season I met with many odds that shook my soul to its core.
Hades against Astral in battle for my soul; The gatekeepers against the warlords, the watchmen against the night owl; in all, Christ the Lord of Sabaoth is my Shield and Strength.
It was a season I cried like never before and laughed like never before, I scorned like never before and loved like never before, I was broken like never before and I rose like never before. I erred and I rebound from my errors.
I met with life twitching puzzles that seems impossible to solve. I was lost seeking help for my burden of purpose. Complications appears to clamp on everything I knew save the infallible Cross of Christ.
It was a season I walk through the valley of the shadow of death peering through its stinking horrors as I survived two major Auto crash and a narrow escape of several others.
I lost my grounds of holiness where I once boast of righteousness and became a lawful captive to sin, my fiery altar sank into cold extinction until the unfailing mercies of God sought for me.
I groan within my soul with the wailing prayers of the psalmist “LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth, and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity”. Psalm 39:4&5
Some beautiful path of course can't be discovered without getting lost. It was part of the plan, the trials, the pains and the tears, they were collaborator of my lonely nights, the instruments of my making.
I have a million emotions to pen down about the hurtful past, but a billion more about the effulgence of the hope that rises before me.
So, as the turmoil fade-out, overly drawing the curtain to this phase of life. I will mend my brokenness with Gold, I will proudly wear my scares as badge of victories and my tears as ointment and liniment for the healing of posterity.
As this new year of my life opens its page for me to write on, and my past slide into letters as a testament of hope to others, I will love to first celebrate everyone who dares to love and to hope despite the awful tide of hostility and fear life threw at them.
I pray in it all, you will never miss your date with Destiny, safely you will get to the shores of your glorious destination. In Jesus name!

Omotayo Oni
Celebrating God's faithfulness#