Ark-wired Tastes

  For weeks on end, Fridays used to be my worst days of the week, which I think is quite ironic considering that everyone looks forward to Friday. You finally get to ‘close that laptop’ and unwind. For me however, Fridays were dreadful. But really, I think it had less to do with Friday itself and more to do with the looming reality of how lonely the weekend would be. Saturdays meant solitude and Sundays were just a cruel reminder of the insane week that awaited. There were days when I had so much to pray about but I struggled to put my requests into words and instead sat and hoped that God could just look at my heart instead. They say you can’t have your worst enemy in your bed* well, I had mine within me. I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.  Now things have changed. It could be for a short season, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. The veil of sadness has lifted and it has become sunnier. My heart is no longer heavy. I’m living in answered prayers that I did not voice...

  Today’s post is dedicated to the people who held space for me even when I went quiet — the ones who noticed my silence before I did. The gentle reminders that I haven’t put out a post in a while. The small whispers of encouragement to write more. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re so back! A few days ago my body shut down. But before it did, it warned me. I’d just come from having a very engaging day at school and I needed to make one final application before calling it a night. That was the plan, before I got home and decided that I was too tired to do it so I set an alarm and took a nap. The idea was to wake up a few hours later and draft the document then send it. I don’t remember when -or if- my alarm went off. What I do remember is waking up in the middle of the night, feeling drowsy and lightheaded.  I ended up spilling my guts out. In that moment of weakness, when all that surrounded me were sickening floors carpeted in vomit, I questioned my decision to push myself so hard....