I Am Enjoying Being A Muslim
I have a feeling that 2018 is going to be an amazing progress year for all of us.
We often wonder why God gives and takes, constricts and expands. What we forget is that human beings understand things by their opposites. Without dark, we can’t understand light. Without hardship, we wouldn’t experience ease. Without the existence of deprivation and loss, we couldn’t grasp the need for gratitude or the virtue of patience. And without separation, we wouldn’t taste the sweetness of reunion. Glory be to the one who gives—even when He takes. Maybe the brokenness comes to teach me how to kneel. Stop trying to be strong. I cry, to heal. I feel, to stay human.
[big]Sometimes we search so hard for words.[/big] We look for a way to interpret the language of this heart and the unspoken bond we feel. But in the end we are left with nothing but silence. And deep down we hope it’s understood. There’s something amazing about this life. The very same worldly attribute that causes me pain is also what gives me relief: Nothing here lasts. What does that mean? It means that the breathtakingly beautiful rose in my vase will wither tomorrow. It means that my youth will neglect me. But it also means that the sadness I feel today will change tomorrow. My pain will die. My laughter won’t last forever but neither will my tears. We say this life isn’t perfect. And it isn’t. It isn’t perfectly good. But, it also isn’t perfectly bad, either.
Time of difficulty test our faith, our fortitude and our strength. During these times, the level of our faith becomes manifest.
We often wonder why God gives and takes, constricts and expands. What we forget is that human beings understand things by their opposites. Without dark, we can’t understand light. Without hardship, we wouldn’t experience ease. Without the existence of deprivation and loss, we couldn’t grasp the need for gratitude or the virtue of patience. And without separation, we wouldn’t taste the sweetness of reunion. Glory be to the one who gives—even when He takes. Maybe the brokenness comes to teach me how to kneel. Stop trying to be strong. I cry, to heal. I feel, to stay human.
[big]Sometimes we search so hard for words.[/big] We look for a way to interpret the language of this heart and the unspoken bond we feel. But in the end we are left with nothing but silence. And deep down we hope it’s understood. There’s something amazing about this life. The very same worldly attribute that causes me pain is also what gives me relief: Nothing here lasts. What does that mean? It means that the breathtakingly beautiful rose in my vase will wither tomorrow. It means that my youth will neglect me. But it also means that the sadness I feel today will change tomorrow. My pain will die. My laughter won’t last forever but neither will my tears. We say this life isn’t perfect. And it isn’t. It isn’t perfectly good. But, it also isn’t perfectly bad, either.
Time of difficulty test our faith, our fortitude and our strength. During these times, the level of our faith becomes manifest.
