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Sunday, January 23, 2005
The Seeing Heart She sat, unmoved. All was pitch black around her. The windows were wide open, the strong but gentle breeze blew right in, sending her hair all over her face. Yet she sat, unmoved. Her head rested upon the side of her bed, on her blanket. Her eyes were tired, but they were stubborn to stay open. The sound of her heart beat against the ticking of the little alarm clock on the table behind her. Her hair flew with the wind, dancing to its every movement. Her hand was still clutching that little thing, her little fingers curled tightly around it. That little thing. And she sat unmoved for a long, long time. “I will be still know You are God…” her little heart whispered. She sat, unmoved. The breeze grew a little violent, and the curtains were rustling against the railing which held them to place. The eerie sound of the winds sent goosebumps all over her body, causing her to shiver, of cold, not fear. The grills at her window clattered upon one another at the force of the wind, and the silence of the night slowly turned into a symphony of turbulence. The clock downstairs struck 2, and she knew it was 2 in the morning, when everything was pitch black without lights. She stay silenced, unmoved in that position, waiting on something only her tender 7-year-old mind knew would happen. Suddenly she felt the presence of another in the room. She turned towards where she felt that person is, but could only see darkness. She dropped that little wooden cross - the only memory she had of her late mother - and stood still, waiting on the other party to stir. She heard him breathing. Her heart smiled at his arrival. “It is I,” he said. She smiled. “You have come to see me again,” she said, still smiling. He looked at her, pleased with her delight of his presence. He came towards her, and she stretched out her hand. He bent forward and touched her hand, and their fingers intertwined with another. She leaned into him, and heard as his heartbeat beat steadily with hers. She sat there in his arms for a long moment before she spoke again. “Are you pleased with me?” she asked, her voice childlike. He smiled at her. “Can you see me smile?” he asked. She shook her head. “No, but my heart can,” she said, and she smiled. “I am smiling at you, child. I am pleased with your childlike faith in me,” he said, his arms strong and secure, holding her tight and safe. “You are the only person who loves me after Mommy left, Lord,” she said, a tear trickling down her cheek. “I am close to you when you are brokenhearted [Psalm 34:18],” he said. Her heart sank, and she cried in his arms. “Why must they treat me so, Lord? Just because I am different?” she said between tears, her voice cracking. “You are my creation, fearfully and wonderfully made. [Psalm 139:14]” She held him tighter in her arms. “I am your comforter when you are troubled.” [2 Corinthians 13-14] She cried, like a baby to her Father. “I will take away all your tears one day.” [Revelations 21:3-4] She felt utmost peace and security in His arms, His ever promising words so assuring were filled with loving kindness… “My child, it is time you get your physical rest,” his fatherly voice came. “I don’t want to part with You, ever,” she sobbed. Her heart was overwhelmed with fear of losing this love. This love her mother promised her to have after her death. This love… which was the only reason she have been kept alive. “Nothing will ever separate us.“ [Romans 8:38-39] “Take me with You where You are going, Father,” she clutched at His robe. “I am with you always, even till the end of days.” [Matthew 28:20] She released His robe, and obediently climbed into her bed, listening to Her Master’s words. She felt Him get up from where He sat, and her heart sank as she thought of Him leaving her alone. Yet she felt Him there. “I am with you always, even till the end of days…” The clock downstairs struck. Once. Twice. She sat up in bed, counting the chimes carefully, and they stopped at the fifth. It was 5 in the morning. Time to start the chores, she thought. She picked up her walking stick and groped her way through the little attic as the first ray of the sun came through the windows. And all she could see was darkness. Tuesday, January 04, 2005
A Soaring Eagle I sat on that very piece of rock, that very day. I sat…silenced. By the screams of a lifelong struggle. By the pain and agony of existence. By destruction… and devastation. I watched the very toil to survive… the struggles gone through just for another breath of air… …every movement of every muscle, intertwined within every wave of obliteration. “Do you trust Me?” I looked up at my Master. “Lord… this is tough…” I sat on that rock, silenced. “If you want to walk on water, get out of the boat.” I looked at my rock. The dry, comfortable rock. How she’ll wish to exchange roles with me… I looked up. “You said the Word, Lord. I serve You only. Now speak, and I shall do as You ask me to.” He put His Holy arm upon my head, and anointed me with His power. “You will go.” He disappeared behind the stormy clouds. Yet I see Him there. The clouds… which cover His Light and blinds mankind from His presence… …the clouds of tribulation. And I saw her again. Screams of help… exchanged with big undesired gulps of the seawater, black as coal, evil as Lucipher. I shuddered at the thought of him. Then I remembered the task He has for me. With whatever strength and courage I have left… I picked it up. And I fell. It was too heavy for me. “Lord…” “Do you trust Me?” “It’s too heavy…” “But…I am just a helpless creature...” I fell into my wings and wept. He came from between the clouds, once again. He carried me in His arms. “I never want to leave You, Master…” I wept. She was weeping too. Of despondency. Of hopelessness. Of helplessness. “She needs Me as much as you do.” I was silent. "I died for her." I bowed, ashamed of my selfishness. “Do you trust Me?” I spread my wings. I said yes. I bent down to pick it up. It was heavy.I digress. I soared in the sky, weaving between clouds and raindrops as big as my eyes. I was fearful. Apprehensive. Yet His voice rings in my head. “Do you trust Me?…” With one might, I raced to the surface of the sea. She was exhausted. She was giving up. Blinded by the darkness of the water and the evil of the storm, I released it… right next to her. And the hand of the Lord came from the clouds, carrying me to the rock once again. I watched her struggle with her faith, on that plank. That plank… which was too big for me… yet seem too small for her. I looked up.. in doubt. “Why can’t You just calm the storm, Master?” He looked at me, with sadness and passion in His eyes. “I love her…” I looked at wisdom in His face, at this all-knowing God. This God… whose wisdom nobody can ever fathom. And me. He reached down and touched my right wing. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” [Jeremiah 29:11] “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.” [John 10:11] I bowed in awe of His presence. I trust His wisdom and judgment. “Come,” He said. “Your job here is done. You’ve got planks to deliver somewhere else.” “But my young…?” “Don’t worry. I will take care of them for you.” “Seek first His kingdom and righteousness and all will be added unto you.” [Matthew 6:33] I obeyed. I gave my babies one last look. The Lord will take care of you, my little ones, I whispered to them. And I spread my wings, ready for another takeoff. I gave out an eagle’s cry. And I flew over the young girl, still struggling in the dark waters, whispering a prayer for His watchful eyes over her. And indeed HE is. Friday, December 31, 2004
Swept Away  Swept away. Waves comes chrashing, heaving, hurling, flinging. My eyes filled with tears, Tossed like a rag doll, My worse fears started to come true. Struggling to maintain afloat, I searched for someone, something, anything. To carry me to safety. Someplace where I can rest my tired limbs. Alas, there was nothing but a small piece of wood. it was all I have. "and it's all you need" Driven by that strong voice of encouragement. I grab that plank, and hung on, for my life. I thought that the plank was about to bring me to shore. But it ventured further into the deep sea. Frighthened, I questioned. "Do you trust me?" that voice simply asked. "I donno..." "But you choose to hang on to me, don't let go, know that I love you" We journeyed further into the horizon. Suddenly the waves stopped. "Be still" I was told. So I hung on to that plank. For a long, long time. Silence "where are You?" I asked feeling tired and worried. Silence "You said you'll be here." My arms was starting to hurt. Silence "Don't leave me alone, I can't make it" I started to panic. Silence "please?" My voice turned in to a whimper. More deafening silence *jottings* To be continued.... |
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The authors with the intention to sing of the love, grace and mercy of their Savior, Christ Jesus and to glorify His name created this blog. Inspired by the covenant in 1 Corinthians 13:13 our authors decided to testify His love through the gifts He's given to us in carving stories of His love, faithfulness and power. As we invite the presence of God in accordance to His will to fill this place and also you hearts, it is our sincerest desire that you would be able to experience His love, and it's importance, and the hope and faith that only can be found in His great and awesome agape love. For without His love, nothing is possible, not even life. Love, the true essence of life. May you too be able to experience it from the author of Love Himself. TAG BOARD speek here CALENDAR
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