God Has No Favourites

"When we pray, He answers. When we cry, He hears. We are not alone—God is with us, Emmanuel."

I’m not crying out for answers anymore. I’ve learned that wisdom does not reside in demanding explanations from the One who owes us none. More so, the One who works all things together for our good even in the depths we wish to escape - if we love Him.

Is praise reserved for the bright moments, when life is 'as it should be' and the warmth of God’s presence is unmistakable? Or does it belong, too, in the darkness, when peace seems far away and we’re left to wrestle with life’s harsher realities?

This past week has been one of those stretches that seem to pull life in every direction—hospital walls, responsibilities piling up, love slipping through fingers, and the familiar ache of growing pains. Still, I remind myself—none of us are exempt from this rhythm. We all have our share of valleys.

God has no favourites.

We aren’t shielded from hurt. We each carry our own set of coals to walk on, our own challenges to face. And yet, in the midst of it, there are still glimpses of joy.

A song that fills the quiet. The laughter of a friend. A spontaneous change of hair colour, because why not? Work that gives you something to hold onto, even when everything else feels undone.

Maybe that’s where grace resides—in the ability to see joy, however small, in the thick of it all. Maybe God doesn’t always pull us from the fire, but walks us through it instead. There are no favourites here—just His steady hand, always present, always guiding.

So, I’m learning to see those joys, to catch the rhythm of life’s small blessings even in the chaos. I’m learning to recognize love—steady, quiet, and unwavering—arriving in the moments I least expect. And maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s where we find God, not in the absence of pain, but in His presence through it.

My Mundane Joys lately

1. Discovering new music.
2. A hearty breakfast.
3. Evening walks.
4. Long catch up phone calls.
5. Receiving electricity earlier than scheduled.
6. Writing after a while.

Dear pal,

How have you been holding up amidst our silence?

I hope you've been doing more than survive lately. I hope you've intently been smelling the roses. I hope you've been living grand, yes, even in the mundane.

And I hope you continue to do the same even in the days to come.

With Love always,

Wana(ngwa)

Until next time!

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