Deroda's Diary

"It has been a year and five months. I missed you. It was hard staying away all this while, but how could I possibly write to you when I felt unworthy? I hope that you have been faring well all this while." I had written that in my Google keep in April, preparing to return to writing to you consistently again. But life had other plans for me, or maybe I was lazy and unmotivated. I cannot tell. But writing and returning has been a major challenge, one I am glad to have finally faced. A lot has happened during my time away. I wonder if I can get it all out in a few posts.  Remember how I talked about how I burnt my fingers the last time I wrote to you in December of 2021? Well, just as I was healing, I burnt it again at the beginning of 2022. I would say these burns were a little worse off. I had a hard time healing but the process happened gradually, I did not even realize it until much later. 2023 has been a bliss. I had found God again. Or rather He found me. His voice got ...

A note, more to myself than to you. After wild fires, the plants will sprout again.  I am not sure of what I thought I would be writing when I titled this. I have started and I am clueless as to where this is headed. But I know I want to tell you a lot, I am just not sure how and where to begin. If I can't convey everything now, we would talk about it some other day. I have missed you. The thought of you was constantly on my mind, but I could hardly get out of my head. 2021 was a lot for me, and I imagine it was the same for you. I had the good, bad and ugly moments. I met new versions of myself. I met new people and my introverted self had to be temporarily extroverted. I did burn my fingers till I was left with just skeletons. Even now, they still hurt. I am still healing and it might take a while. Do not take the "burn" literally.  I fell a number of times into prayerlessness, I simply lost count. I was faced with a lot of things I thought I knew how it worked, someti...

Some times back, I made a mistake (you stole meat from the pot?). One I won't have thought myself capable of. But the experience was both humbling and revealing. More importantly, I learnt to fully accept God's forgiveness. I grieved no doubt, but God does not want me to grief like one with no hope. What then is the point of the blood speaking for me? Some days, we make mistakes. We are so disappointed in ourselves, we find it difficult to go back to God in prayer. Yes, you should feel sorry if you love God and your conscience is still tender. But no, you should not let the enemy steal your joy. You try to right yourself before you come to God, forgetting that He knows you. He has fore knowledge, yet He still chooses to delight in you. What's the point though? Is it pride that has caused you to forget you are human, flesh and you might make mistakes sometimes (my pot is currently calling your kettle black, we are together beloved).  We should strive for perfecti...

Some days we have questions. About God. Life. People. We have been called a generation that asks questions. We can't simply accept things to be the way they are. We want to know why. I have found that a lot of people have questions about "the faith". Some ask. Others brush it aside and "carry on". Some day, something happens and since they have no conviction in what they have believed, they are easily swayed.  I don't have all the answers too. Anyone can be swayed.  You do realize questions would come for you right, whether you are ready or not. Questions from people. Circumstances. Your personal thoughts. There is a preparation phase though, I really hope you recognize it and utilize it. People are looking for answers. They are tired of surface knowledge. And we are suppose to be the light. What if you also have questions and you are beginning to doubt?  And Peter says we should always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks us to giv...

"This is how we’ve come to understand and experience love: Christ sacrificed his life for us. This is why we ought to live sacrificially for our fellow believers, and not just be out for ourselves!" I had to reread this verse over and over. It felt like a silent reproof to all my selfishness. A little I have needs too . A touch of I am not in the right mental space . Sometimes you need a break too.  A brush of laziness . And my assignment seats at a corner waiting for me to look, beyond myself, at the people waiting for God's words through my hands. Sometimes, I want to be left alone. Some days I am lazy. I am not so zealous to pray or fast or wait on God to hear what He wants me to write about.  Some days, life's issues hit me and I feel broken, yet God wants to talk to the people who have yet to see His love. But I want to talk about my struggles, my needs and "Seek first and all will be added" is not soothing at that moment. Ofcourse, He would...

Dear awesome human,         I know. My bad. I stayed away for too long. It has been hard to get back to writing. But I did not forget you. Lately, I have been working on me. This time, I do not bring you a story...instead my musings. Are you sad-mad? You know, these days some bible characters feel closer than before. They are not just figures I was taught, now they feel like real humans. People with flaws and strengths. They are relatable. I keep forgetting to write this. It is funny how everything you could ever go through, someone has been there. Felt the same way. Said the same words. It is amusing. In one of my devotionals, I ended up at Job 7. There, Job seemed mad at God. He was complaining about how God was mindful of man, testing him all the time. And how he wished God would leave him alone, at least for a while to swallow. Then it reminded me of something I wrote in my diary in the past. Lol . I actually told God to leave me alone. Dear dear...