Pushing Past the Darkness

 ”Mum, you seriously believe I can crack this exam?

Do you know who I am competing with?

The brightest kids in the city!

There is just two, hundred percent scholarship seats available at the university and you expect the average me to get one!” 

Mark stormed out of the room, shaking his head and throwing up his hands muttering "ridiculous"! Under his breath.

He came back shouting. 

“There are creditors knocking on the door every minute. 

There is no more provisions in the house and you expect me to concentrate!

There is barely any light in the house and my pen started running out of ink 

My stomach is rumbling all the time.

What is worse is when I see you getting humiliated by the money lenders

I can't do this anymore. Forget about my dreams of getting a college degree.

We will be on the streets soon and I will become the laughing stock of the neighbourhood!

“Cool down, Mark!” Mary reached out to pat him.

“We need to push past the darkness, stop believing the lies of Satin.

“Oh God here we go again!” Mark replied, slapping his hand on his head.

“Talking some religious stuff is not going to get you anywhere mum, money will.

Let me get a job and help you pay off the loans.”

“No way! Don’t get blinded by this darkness which is upon us. Push past it you will see the light.

My friends in church  pooled in the money and other resources to help me make a hundred dresses for the village festival.

Today was the first day and every one of them got sold out!

I made enough profit for us to come out of debt!!

I already got an order for a hundred more before the weekend. Looks like I am in business!

Mark looked stupefied.

Go and study the scriptures son before you write your test. Your destiny was already written before you were born. Don’t let the darkness put off the light within you.

John 12:46 CJB

46 I have come as a light into the world, so that everyone who trusts in me might not remain in the dark.

Psalms 139: 13-18 CJB

For you fashioned my inmost being,
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I thank you because I am awesomely made,
wonderfully; your works are wonders —
I know this very well.
¹⁵ My bones were not hidden from you
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes could see me as an embryo,
but in your book all my days were already written;
my days had been shaped
before any of them existed.
¹⁷ God, how I prize your thoughts!
How many of them there are!
¹⁸ If I count them, there are more than grains of sand;
if I finish the count, I am still with you.

“Our God is there with us, to penetrate through the darkness and bring us to the light again.

You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden . . . let your light shine before all men . . .” (Matthew 5: 14 – 16 NIV).

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