Overall, today turned out to be a rather nice day. For the first time in my life, I'm actually starting to realise what it means to be still.
Fasting and praying was quiet and effective, I managed to practise strumming a few more chords and it was good to worship God. I even had a prayer session with the parents, it's not often that we get to pray together and so it was great.
In the evening, I met up with a friend who will be going back to Kurdistan to visit his family. He hasn't been back for 10 years. When he left, he was still a child. Honestly, I can't imagine what it would be like. The last time that his father saw him, he was barely a teenager and a bit of a mischievious boy, still young. But now, he's grown up. I asked him what he thinks it will be like when he sees his father. He answered without hesitation that they would both be crying, he's his father's oldest son whom he hasn't seen for so long it doesn't matter what happened in the past. It immediately led me to think about the parable of the lost son. Our heavenly father is always waiting for us, and welcomes us with so much love, mercy and grace. This friend also talks about religion A LOT. Everytime. Again, I have something inside me that craves for more knowledge and wisdom, and training..possibly theological training?...another reminder...
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