I don't want to turn this into another never-ending rant about life. I wouldn't be here, on this chair, typing on this keyboard without the sovereign hand of God. That's what the title is for, an ode, a praise to Him who deserves all the honor and worship. He has blessed me with both his common and uncommon grace. No, this isn't a theology-filled-superlative monologue but to remember, to imprint, to bring into memory His grace. I am a man who has tasted the goodness and grace of God. I shouldn't be here but for whatever reason, under the sovereign mercies of God, He has orchestrated that I exist right now. I am here today inspite of my circumstance, feelings and emotions. This story does not end on this table, my story will continue but it is not going to be merely my story but His, for mine is just a miniscule, a microscopic part of His story. So Lord, here I am, writing again on this blog, I do not not know what next year will hold, I don't even know what will transpire, a minute, an hour, a few hours from now. But you have been good to me and it is enough.
He has been good to me.