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When things go wrong....


It's been quite a while since I wrote anything in my blog. I've been busy with so many little things going on in my life. Some of them were just fantastic. And some of them not so great. Actually, when things don't go the way, you want them to,  frustration sets in. You start with denial, then comes anger and then comes introspection. You go in, dig deep and figure out what went wrong and try to make sense of it all. That's exactly the state I'm in, right now. It's like those American romantic movies where the hero takes long walks on the beach, sips sadly on a cup of coffee or glares at his face in the shop window (and the heroine eats loads of ice-cream and chips!) because he has recently had a bad break-up, while sad romantic music plays in the background.
Coming back to my story, I am at a point in life where I am really questioning my dreams, hopes and beliefs. And I was seriously considering giving up on my dream and moving on to lesser, easily achievable (mundane?) goals. It was then that I happened to walk pass the notice-board at my son's school and this small inspiring poem caught my eye. I was dumb-struck. I just felt that in that moment God was talking to me through the poem and it gave renewed hope and the fuel to keep fighting for my dreams and prod on in the path that I have chosen. So, here's the poem, hope somebody somewhere in the world reads it and finds in it the inspiration to follow their dreams just like I did.

Don't start your day with doubts and fears
Don't start your day with doubts and fears
Don't start the day with doubts and fears,
For where they live, faith disappears,
Love won't grow in a gloomy heart,

Where sorrows live and tear drops start.
Don't give up before you've begun,
You still have time to get things done.
Don't waste the time God's given you,
Let Him be praised in all you do.
Don't be a quitter, you're not alone,
We all must crawl before we're grown.
There are no rainbows without rain,
There are no victories without pain.
Don't let God down and run away,
You can't go back to yesterday.
Don't start the day with doubts & fears,
For where God lives, faith reappears.
-Emmajean Johnson
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