Feeling Happy

Why is it so easy for one to feel more connected and closer to God when all is well?
I've been asking myself this question the whole morning, but have not come up with an asnwer so far. Perhaps there are many answers to this question; but the two that make the most sense to me so far are: it is God who brings about such feelings, and who better to acknowledge and think of when one is immersed in such feelings.
I'm having such a peaceful and pleasant day, not because something great has happened; but simply because I have found no reason to moan and groan about anything today-that is not something one gets to experience everyday, considering the busy lives that we live that are so full of destruction.
Whatever the reason may be to my question, I'm certain that God has no problem with me realising Him as the source of my joy (though it would be nicer to have such confidence in Him even when times are not so good)- for that is exactly what He is: THE SOURCE OF MY JOY

The Stranger in the Rain

I found myself stranded in the rain a few weeks ago, in the middle of a strong thunderstorm. I felt so vulnerable and alone, screamed at one point in fear of a lighting that hit right before me. Just when my tears were about to roll down; a kind stranger stopped in her car and asked while opening her window and moving her bags from the passenger seat: “what are you doing walking in this rain?” The feeling of being overwhelmed and relief, coupled by my fear, brought about a once in a lifetime experience.


I stepped into her car, she asked if I was okay, I thanked her for stopping. All she ever spoke about was me and my wellbeing, and in every response I gave I was grateful. She showed so much concern; the kind one rarely gets to get in life- I felt so safe. She would have done too much already by just dropping me off at the entrance of my complex; but she saw it fit to drop me at my doorstep

I realised when she drove away that I didn’t get this kind-hearted woman’s name, let alone exchange numbers. I got into the house and lay on my bed in amazement of such an experience, and I praised God for using her.

Nowadays I feel so obligated (in a good way) to show gratitude especially to strangers, because I do not know if it might be the stranger in the rain. I smile at them not only to show kindness, but because I remember the stranger in the rain when I see the few features I remember about her- her hairstyle, and height.

I never got to say “thank you” properly, but perhaps that is God’s plan for me. I’ll never get to show her my gratitude, but because she was a blessing to me; I hope to be a blessing to others and show them acts of kindness. It might not be giving a lift to a stranger in the middle of the night; but it has helped me realise that not all strangers in the night are bad people, some are actually meant to be there to save us; and therefore I will do my best to bless others.

I’m eternally grateful to the stranger in the rain