I do not normally write on a Sabbath. It is the only day I take a break from my pen. But today, I am in the thanksgiving spirit.
5 years ago when I was going through a divorce, I was sent to a women’s refuge by my older brother because he could not house me and my children in his house. In the refugee, I was so torn I started a blog, to help me cope with my pain. Blogging became my life. My whole family stopped talking to me at this point because they said I was disgracing them to the world.
During weekends all women in the refuge visited their families, even a Somali refugee woman with no family had friends to go to. The staff would be off too, so the place would be so desolate and scary. I was always left alone in the entire refuge with my three children. At night, I would be scared, because the refuge was spooky, it was also next to a Freemason’s lodge.
Sometimes I would be bold and text my brother. Then I would delete the text, because I knew he would say no. Then I would text again, and pray he would have mercy and say yes…then I would click send.
“Is it okay if the children and I come to your house this weekend…” I would ask him.
“Umm, don’t know Mai Naki, we have a party to attend this weekend. Besides hamukwane mumota so we can’t take you to the party, let me talk to Penny, then will get back to you.”
I didn’t want to go to a party, I just wanted a warm home for my children and I. Somewhere not scary and cold, anywhere but the refuge house.
Then Saturday would come, and I would wait and wait for my brother’s call or text to say his wife had allowed me to come to his house, but the text would never come.
So something would tell me that Jean, do not cry. This is the Lord’s day. You are alone in this women’s refuge, but God is with you. It is the Lord’s refuge. Be thankful. So I would offer my sacrifice of thanksgiving.
At night, I would play the song Ndinishamiswa Kwazvo, it gave me so much comfort in tears.
It was the only song which kept me going was “Ndinoshamiswa Kwazvo”, a very popular Zimbabwean song which is about Thanksgiving. I would lie on the tiny bed in the refuge and sing it, and I would cry tears of thanksgiving. and thank God and say it was well. I was still a Zimbabwean then, I still loved Zimbabwe, it was all I ever knew. I could only worship in a Zimbabwean spirit. Even though I was singing to a pagan God, Musikavanhu, Mwari, the God of Israel accepted my sacrifice of thanksgiving.
It’s rare that I write an article with tears in my eyes, but today I am crying because ino buda misodzi yangu kana ndorangarira.
Ukuru hwenyu Mwari
Kana ndafunga iwe.
“And Hannah prayed, and said, My heart rejoiceth in the Lord, mine horn is exalted in the Lord: my mouth is enlarged over mine enemies; because I rejoice in thy salvation.
The Lord maketh poor, and maketh rich: he bringeth low, and lifteth up.
He raiseth up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill, to set them among princes, and to make them inherit the throne of glory: for the pillars of the earth are the Lord‘s, and he hath set the world upon them.”
With that, I say Happy Thanksgiving and Blessed sabbath to you all my readers. Remember there is power in Thanksgiving.
From Mary-Tamar was Jean
6 thoughts on “My Tears Of Thanksgiving”
As usual your moving finger writ with passion.Thanks for this food of the mind during this beautiful day of our Lord.
Have a good day,
Hope you are well my dear.
Am going to Califonia The Lord has called me too as you remember u and I used to have fellowship and prayers together.Those memories wont go for ever..
Lost my good job after a long term illness now God has given.me another assignment of which I need your input.I follow your blogs.
Regards to your blessed family
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Thank you Jean for such a touching blog.I always find comfort in reading your blogs,you write from your heart and I feel your every word.
I bless God of your King who raises you from the pit of disgrace and made you a Queen. You are blessed beyond measure.
I once sent you a message telling you what my daughter went through.the case after 3 months of the Police report it’s still pending.Germans are too reluctant maybe since it’s an African single mum against an African too.How I wish I could also put my feelings in writing!
Any way God will fight for me I still believe in the same song “ndinoshamiswa kwazvo”
I wish your King had also properties to rent in Germany I am living in a 2 bedroomed council house so old and with 4 kids imagine!!!
I thank you in advance for taking your time to read my mail.
Your blogs mean a lot Keep writing hun
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And this is what it’s really about- uplifing others and being an inspiration! I love when other readers comment and express honestly how you Mary Tamar have given them a comforting word. You, inspire me constantly by your words and walking in your truth..
Love you my dear fellow sister of the soil. May God continue to bless you amd your family.
Jean your story is very heart breaking what you went through, but you came through and I am always lifted up by how strong you are. Thank you for this write up