See Frances’ previous interviews for issue 1 & 2 here. Tell us about the specific inspiration behind one or each of your accepted pieces. “…And it dawned on me” was written at a time when realization hit me that no matter how hard I try, some things, situations and people won’t change. So it’s up […]
I sat and listened as he kept going on and on about the Comforter and what He had come to do in our lives. Inbetween that, my mind drifted and returned, then my colleague leaned over and said, “what is he talking about” as he mentioned that Comfort and the Holy Spirit were the same words in Greek or Hebrew (I can’t even remember). I told her to listen and she would get it shortly, and he said it. “No matter how bad your situation was, I’ve got news for you, YESTERDAY ENDED LAST NIGHT!”
I’m not sure what I did, but I was blown away and my attention button reactivated and I remembered a poem I wrote some years back titled “Yesterday came today”. Of course, yesterday ended last night, but what do you do when yesterday shows up with all its’ reminders and the pain is just as fresh as now? And the speaker replied as if reading my thoughts, “You lost someone or something, it’s okay to grief cos that is how you get the healing through being ‘broken’ and allowing God into those spaces no one could reach”. I smiled and wondered about all the hurting people around me and prayed that this message got to them somehow.
I don’t know how you view your life daily, but when a day is just so bad and nasty, you wish the day never broke. Let this phrase ring in your head, that there is a time limit to each day. Keep a positive attitude whilst waiting for the new day to be birthed. It is easier said than done, but hope kept alive is truly refreshing.
YESTERDAY CAME TODAY
Years gone past came knocking at my door
As it knocked the shame did pour
The scenes flashed in quick progression
Holding my mind in its detention.
All the “whys” came to my mind
But the answers to these I couldn’t find
Did nothing to aid my defense.
Yesterday’s gone, flung far
But its reminders are bars
Which try to hold me captive
And keep me from being active.
Yesterday was my past
But some really do last
Not because it ain’t gone
But I keep bringing it on
The yesterday that came yesterday
Was not one of my sweet days
Now I’ve learnt how not to give
My heart for yesterday to grieve.
Yes, I detest all of it
So I rise above defeat
‘Cos yesterday’s gone
And today’s just begun.
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