Golden Age

“…Lord, there was a time when I had a ‘Golden Age’ in my life…but I have forgotten what that feels like. I pray, Lord, that you would restore to me what it was like to live life to the full. I pray once again for a golden age…”

What you have just read is a small and somewhat paraphrased version of a prayer I made to God a long while ago. When I speak of a ‘Golden Age’, I speak of a time when I was living life with all the energy in the world, where (almost) everything seemed to be running quite nicely, and if the enemy decided to wage war, I was able to ward off such attacks in the power of God. That time was at the start of this year, and has been lost since April. And the time that has followed hasn’t been all bad,  but inwardly I had felt empty, that a piece of me was somehow missing or in need of restoration. Many times I had prayed similar prayers (like the excerpt above), because noone  likes living under a dark cloud, so to speak. I had times where I hated my life. I wanted something more.
Then God showed up…

Recently, I returned to my place of work (see previous post), and have been having an absolute blast. I have regained a lot of energy since returning, and this has served only to lift me up. But it gets better. Last Tuesday I played Laser Strike with my teammates and we thrashed our opposition, paving the way for next week’s final against the top team. So I’m pretty stoked about that. And today I tasted – for the first time in ten months – a full-time wage, and am aiming to save as much as I can, as well as buying Christmas presents and a place ticket. So all these have also  lifted me up, but these pale next to what really  set my life spiraling upward! I don’t want to sound like a “spiritist”, but I really felt that God has blessed me, by not only giving me all these little victories and niches (because it’s the little things in life that really count), but on Friday night I feel that God had given me the greatest gift anyone could ever receive from His hand – namely that of a special someone =”) Me and my best female friend of three awesome (and turbulent (1)) years are now going out. And ever since then I have been walking differently.

Oh, and if that last sentence sounded odd, read it again in light of what I’ve just written. The words are simple, but the meaning is there.

Praise God, for His testing of those He loves. Praise God, for the blessings that follow. Praise God, for Him being God.

Notes:
(1) By ‘turbulent’, I mean that me and my friend have got perhaps the  strongest friendship I’ve got with anyone out there. We’ve been through so much crap, it’s not funny! But we’ve always stuck it out, and have emerged stronger as a result. And now that we’re going out, if a problem arises, we know how to deal with it. Praise God for special friends like that!