He showed up again as one who truely answers prayers.

When my soul couldn't be calmed again as it yearned for the presence of God, I knew which church I was to attend. I love the place because they interprete the Portuguese language to English and I can understand the message. They would also sing choruses in English that fired up my soul.

Desperate to calm my unyielding soul, I risked attending the church one night with my official driver, but I prayed desperately for God to sort out transportation for me. I didn't want to get into trouble with the office. After the service, I met a member of the church and with 'sign language' communication I tried to find anyone with a car who lived close to my house, but no one was found. Then a brother volunteered to pick me up on Sunday morning and teach me how to take public transport. Difficult as that would be for me due to language differences, I obliged.

On Sunday he showed up early and we set out. The route was not straight at all, with so many twists and stops. Well... God help me. As we got close to church, we had to walk a long distance to cover the last lap of the journey, my God with these high heels?

Just then a Toyota Avanza stopped in front of us and beckoned us to join them. They were heading for the same church and knew the brother. Three sisters and their children and just enough space for us. In the course of the ensuing conversation, they mentioned that they lived close to my place and didn't mind my joining them on Sundays and during the week. Wow!

Wonder God showed up again by divinely connecting people to answer prayers.

Thank you Lord, I am encouraged to pray.

'Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus' Phil 4:6

I must say my stay in this country is getting more and more frustrating. That's how I think until I remind myself to keep a positive mindset.
I went to the salon to fix my hair, to a very simple and regular style. Just wanted to hide my natural hair since I am transitioning. Well, the hair dresser managed to make me look years beyond my age. We could not communicate due to language barriers. These people don't speak English. I had no choice than to take what I got, because finding a hair dresser is not an easy ordeal. So I wore the style for a week, trying desperately to look presentable with glorious smiles, still i get funny glances at my hair when I'm talking to people.

Ok, I've had enough. I decided to change it over the weekend to braids, but no, I could not find hair extentions that would hide my natural hair, all the efforts proved abortive. As a last resort, I went to a hair dresser who happens to speak English..., atleast we could communicate. I wanted her to amend the style I had on, to reduce the embarassment. She nagged a bit about how the weavon I had on was synthetic and not natural so it wouldn't come out nice.I was really irritated at this point and was just going to give her a piece of my mind, when a thought tugged at my heart. 'Be grateful that you can find someone who speaks English, for a start'. Be grateful that she is willing to help out, even though she is a bit sloppy about it'. Just be grateful that you can communicate what you want to do, and hope that it is done'.

At this thought, my whole countenance changed. All of a sudden I saw the lady as an angel sent to help out with my frustration. I became more patient in explaining to her what I wanted, and we sort of worked through it together. I began to appreciate the style that sprang out of the improvisation. I became truely grateful. I learnt in that instant that the outcome of life actually depends on how you look at it. I left the salon grateful and have since carried the hairstyle with gratitude, not minding that it still looked slightly awkward. I am just grateful to have found help.

"Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus,1 Thess. 5:18"

I have so much to say and I don't have so many people to tell it to, the reason for this is a long story.

The best way that I must speak, besides telling it to Jesus is to blog about it. That way, I speak and you hear. That way I am relieved and you are inspired, encouraged or enlightened. This is why I blog.

I'll speak about everything, and I'll speak of nothing in particular. I will be spontaneous as life and times lead...

This morning, I am all dressed to attend church. I'll be leading songs today, so I am happy to offer my praise to God, carrying along with me the whole church, the people in my circle of influence, at least for today.

Dear God, I invite you to send angels of worship, that will join us mere men to worship you in spirit and in truth, to give you an acceptable sacrifice of praise, in Jesus Name. Amen