End-of-Year

By Cynthia Aralu

Hi everyone! Remember to pray the Rosary!

How is everyone doing? I came close to not creating this post but my future self in less than 2 hours might be disappointed. So, here we go…

It has been a long year! My year started off on a high note with me passing the PMP exam, but I did not feel good on the first day of the year because all I did was worry.

A lot of this year was full of uncertainty, and I felt so unstable. It is not an easy feeling or place to be. I still feel unstable and uncertain about a lot of other things, and I feel the New Year will be a continuation of my endeavour towards what I feel stability should look like. I am thankful to God for a lot of things such as my job and for saving me in a lot of ways, especially in the ways I have no knowledge of, no matter how impatient I am or annoying. I am also thankful for His patience, His gentleness and His comforting presence which I could sense sometimes.

I don’t feel good on the last day of the year. This fact makes me uneasy when I think of the New Year.

It is not necessarily a bad thing to suffer in any way. The saints seemed to believe they were kissed by Jesus when they suffered. However, I cannot say I love suffering…maybe this is why I struggle. I don’t know how to reconcile their point of view with mine, but I am happy they exist because they love God in a more perfect way, and I admire them and all that they are and stand for.

I would like to pause in the New Year. I hope I am able to do that. I would also like my heart to be protected. I hope that happens.

I hate that I have been able to see all the flaws in others and I am not able to piece mine together to actually bring about significant change. I hate it so much that I wish I was oblivious. I think it might make life lighter. But then again, my insight has helped me navigate certain people, so perhaps it is not a total loss, and my wish is not for the best. I just don’t know how to make sense of it.

Oh well, I would like Next Year to be a good year for me. I hope that I will continue to see the goodness of God in the land of the living. I pray God accompanies me in all that I do next year, right down to me breathing in and out…right down to the functioning of my cells….right down to the stirrings of my soul. I hope that I am able to love God with my whole heart, soul, mind and strength. I need God’s help. I need God.

I think St. Padre Pio is going to be watching over me in the New Year. You might think it is a random statement, but I truly believe that it will be so, for my reasons and it makes me chuckle and also fret…only because I do not trust easy.

I hope everyone reading this has a blessed New Year, and I hope and pray that you find God when you search for Him in all the little ways that you do and might not even realise it.

On a final note, pray the Rosary!

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Let it be, until we meet again or “Ka ọ dị” as it is said in Igbo.

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2022 In Review

By Cynthia Aralu

Hi everyone! Pray the Rosary.

I started off the year feeling hopeful. I wished to remain hopeful and persevere once again this year.

There were moments I lost hope. I felt hurt. I felt pain. I could not see the light. When I caught myself doing this, I reminded myself to hope once again. I am glad I kept on hoping.

Wonderful things happened to me this year in the midst of life’s turbulence. I got a merit raise. I am thankful to God that I had the courage to ask for a raise…and for the raise as well. The raise didn’t even come to me until 3 months had passed after I had asked. I wanted more in the way of professional development into a future career path I am hopeful for but when I asked I was not given that opportunity.

After a long wait this year, my Canadian PR was approved and in the same month as my mom’s too.

I dealt with unsavoury characters and thrived in a hostile environment. A character showed a softness towards the end of my time in London that I never expected.

I had a conversation with someone about this and she told me we attract everything that happens to us. I don’t agree with what I had been told about attracting all that I am because I have not had unkindness dealt towards me because this is what I put out. I had had a tough time in London. I had met difficult people and the wall I developed was higher than that of the wall of China. I never let myself be soft with these people. I matched their toughness and defended myself. Even though I didn’t fully agree with her, I did wonder if there was some level of truth to what she said. It made me sad. It made me ask myself these questions.

“Is it faith I’m lacking,

Is it hope I’m lacking,

Is it love?

Maybe it’s all.”

– Me (23 Sep 2022)

While I do not agree with her now, I do see how I could have reacted differently to the way I had been treated. I could have been soft towards them while they were terrible to me and rejoiced in it. Now, I see it as a chance I could have used to draw even closer to God. To know His word, To know His Will. To know Him.

I was complacent in my spirituality and I didn’t realize this until I had moved to Canada. I actually had a thought in London prior to moving, “If God is not angry with me because He was still good to me. Then, it must be fine. I must be doing nothing wrong.”

I had a tough time with my job applications in Canada and I thought, “Could God be mad at me?”

I had felt I was good relatively, but upon self examination, I realized I was far from being okay and I resolved to fix things.

I am not quite sure what spurred on my study of the bible.

Was it the funny skit that Ariel Fitzpatrick made. The one where she said, “God answers the prayer of the righteous”. That skit had caused me to pause. I did not feel righteous. I always imagined it impossible to be righteous so, I never really thought I could win there and I never tried, but I did know I am a daughter of The Most High and I am loved regardless of my imperfections.

Was it the bible notification I received which said to “Seek first His kingdom and everything else will be added onto you”. Did that do it?

I know I sensed I was supposed to seek God. Even heard a voice say, “Seek me” at some point. I read about Abraham, who himself was a nomad, and I could relate to him in that aspect of his life. Reading about Abraham made me realize what it meant to be righteous. Obedience to God. Then, I read the Bible even more. I explored devotional plans on YouVersion that I felt I was supposed to read and I learnt more about God and how I have not exactly been living a life that was pleasing to God and it felt ridiculous to me that I had even been complacent.

I found God once again, but also quite differently. This time I care enough to do what pleases Him because he really does care about what I do and I love Him. I think I am still learning and growing to be firm in these things, praying and asking for His help every step of the way.

The year ends soon. I am so hopeful for all the New Year will hold. I am expectant of the blessings God has in store for me and I feel His love for me; His presence in my life.

In the New Year, I hope to have an even stronger understanding of who God is and to live as he would want. I hope for all things good and soft in the New Year. I especially hope to have faith, hope and love, swirling within me and everywhere all around me.

Thank you for reading or listening to today’s post. Remember to like this post and share it with your friends if you enjoyed it. Follow me on my blog, katmira’s blog or my podcast, Amara’s Musings, to receive notifications whenever I have a new post. You can also subscribe below to get an email notification whenever a new blog post is out. This is particularly helpful if you don’t have a WordPress account.

Pray the Rosary. Let it be, until we meet again or “Ka ọ dị” as it is said in Igbo.

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I guess I never thought I’d ever be in this situation. I mostly keep to myself. I’d have to be comfortable to go to where you are, for me to ever do so. And if I’m told, “You’re always welcome to come.” That to me is an invitation. And if I start to speak to you and start to think, you just might be okay, I would consider if we could be friends. If I give my phone to you and say to you, “put in your number”, and you dial your phone from mine, right in front of me, without a prompt from me, and afterwards I ask, “so that means we’re friends, right?” and you agree, I would think we are friends. I would show you grace as a friend, if ever you fall short. I have too much self control to ever be deliberately sexual in speech, so, if I speak about wanting to see your garden, best believe I mean that as a friend wanting to spend time with another friend, and if I speak about a serious topic like cervical screening, there really is no sexual overtone, just an intellectual conversation I am trying to have. I would not take banter seriously. I would create space for you in my mind and in my heart. I’m kind of simple and straight forward like that.

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Because I’m Alive

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Inhale…

It has been a while since I have written with the intention to post, or should I say, anything that I categorise as worthwhile to post or something that doesn’t give people ammo to try to manipulate me.

It is inevitable to share a ton when I bare my soul to the e-notepad. However, in the past I mostly wrote in such a way as not to be understood per say, and yet, giving the reader free rein to feel and come to their own interpretation. I definitely found it interesting and lovely to find people engaging with my words.

I wrote something this night. It is so short that I wonder if it can be categorised as poetry. However, here it is. Enjoy!

Because I’m Alive

By Cynthia Aralu

I guess those things are things you can worry about;

Because I am alive.

Isn’t it silly that you worry when I am alive?

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