Writers Quote Challenge

So, what is the alternative? Personal – Writers Quote Challenge

If the truth is to be told, it is hard to stay thankful and grateful in the face of suffering and sometimes I silently question how Job withstood his painful ordeals without grumbling. Didn’t his heart even murmur a bit?invitation-shel-silverstein

For many months I’ve tried not to dwell on negativity, to remain thankful in everything because the truth is that the alternative to ingratitude sows bitter seeds of discord and cynicism, but in the past few weeks it’s been a struggle to stay upbeat and sometimes I feel as if I am a fraud spouting thankful words that are not deep-seated within my soul.

My rancour comes from watching a beloved young family member deteriorate healthwise – my younger sisters husband is battling an invasive brain tumour and sometimes I feel so afraid that we are fighting a losing battle. Such thoughts simply make my heart stop in fear and my prayers clog my throat. It is hard!

I remember watching my father decline from Cancer and the pain of watching his pain broke my heart many times over. Yet, through all his struggles, he remained stoic, never voicing a word of grumble and held his Faith through it all.

Sometimes, I wondered where he got such grace in the face of such adversity and I remember this quote that he shared with me,

I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t, than live as if there isn’t and to die to find out that there is – Albert Camus

This quote has stuck in my head and always comes up when I’m between the hard rocks of fear, doubt and dwindling faith. It reminds me, that during the times of tribulation, are the times to hold on tighter. Though the difficult season may seem insurmountable, thankfulness lightens the burden of one’s load and I remind myself not to let go of gratitude especially when troubled.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Please join us for the reconvened Writer’s Quote Challenge that Bernadette, Haddons Musings and I have started. We would love to have you with us. Check this link for details.

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Dark nights – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

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Mark sat in the dark smoke-filled room, the only light came from the red glow of his cigarettes.

Silent nights were his worst companions but he couldn’t stand the meaningless drone of the TV, where everyone looked cheerful and conversed with the ease of those who led normal lives. He hated the silent nights.

PTSD. That was what the doc said. PTSD. An easy blanket name used to describe his postwar struggles, and a handful of prescription that didn’t take away the recurring booms of explosives, the pungent stench of charred human bodies, the severed limbs, and the blood; so much blood.

The heroes welcome had been short-lived, for in the land fit  for heroes there’s hardly any jobs for those like him and he wished he was back in Afghanistan, where he knew his place.

Now, he just didn’t know himself anymore.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

 

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Terra’s Giants…

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Terra wandered off course,
not as the Lord had directed
and she got lost.

She turned to retrace her steps
but alas her misadventure had taken her
to the land of the giants.

The giants of shame, anger, worry,
lies, abuse, terror, and accusation
were the henchmen of the kingdom.

She felt like a mini-sized doll
in the face of these monsters
who dominated her darkness

Her miniature features
delicate and fragile in comparison
to their humungous appendages.

Accusation bared his teeth
like he would gobble her up
in just one snarky bite.

Then she remembered brave David
and how small he was, yet emboldened
he knocked down Goliath.

Terra picked up a twig
it became her mantle
and she quickly scribbled on the dusty, rugged earth.

Each syllable she wrote
infused her with strength
and boldness returned to her weak limbs.

Her light blow of breath
raised a whirlwind of dust
and specks flew into the giant’s eyes’.

Blinded by the sandstorm
they stumbled and fell
with a bellow of surprise

Terra made haste to return
picking her way through the narrow path
until she came back to light.

“Come now, let us settle the matter, says the Lord. Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” Isaiah 1:18

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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