Temporary

I came across a very interesting article today.

Why God brings you closer to some people, and then takes them away.

 

The notion of people coming and people going isn’t too foreign to me. I get that.

Sometimes you meet a new friend that clicks so well with you like everything makes sense, words of encouragement hits the spot bingo, there is motivation to get out there and be a better person. Soon the relationship developed to be unexpectedly rather beautiful and well polished and near perfection , that you are hoping and wishing and praying that nothing will disturb the balanced dynamics.

 

Come to think of it, good friends that I had ((and still keep in touch with (I suck at this) even once a blue moon, it counts) most aren’t playing an active part in my life now. But I couldn’t deny they had at least, at one point – past tense, inspired me, kicked my ass, healed me, laughed and cried with me, hugged me and left footprints all over my heart.

 

And usually, these different ones come one at a time. One at every pivotal season… God knows exactly the person you need right at that very moment of time, and when the season passed… God… removed them. The dynamic tips. When that someone matters to you, you can be sure it cracks and breaks cardiac.

 

Then I am being reminded, the active involvement of a person in my life, or vice versa, is probably meant to be temporary. They are like angels… here to teach us something or help us through one particular stage of life, and once that is done, they fly away.

They are supposed to.

Maybe They are needed elsewhere.

Winter

There is a time and season for everything. A rhyme and a reason.

This is probably winter. No matter how many layers of clothing worn, the core is cold. Cold like, the head knows what need to be done, the hands do it, the heart unmotivated. Cold like, the face flashes a positive smile readily, the heart apathic. Like there are many wonderful news going around, as much as sad news happenings, just wanna close the eyes and bring the darkness down.

But dare not. For fear that when I reopen them, darkness would remain and never go away.

I thought of the 12 kids and the coach trapped in a flooded cave. I thought of the rescuer who perished. I saw the news of a capsized tourists’ vessel, last count 40 plus didn’t make it. All they wanted was just a getaway, or a holiday. I was overjoyed to learn that the kids and their coach were found alive, as I did think all the search party can find was probably bodies. And who would have thought the one who went in to save, died?

Ecclesiastes – Meaningless, meaningless… everything is. Toiling under the sun.

I keep looking within. I keep searching for my God.

I still do my daily devotions. I dare not drift from my God whom I know has the answers. I know God is faithful but… Why am I feeling this way? I don’t understand what I am feeling anyway. Lord, where is the joy?

Finally I received the verification e-mail from Mercy Ship today. I clicked on, filling the application step by step. A few days after my first attempt couple of weeks ago, I had a curious dream. May or may not be related.

Then I reached this question…

“We model after Jesus. Can you please describe, who Jesus is to you?”

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure how to answer this question. Then suddenly for reasons unknown, I got very emotional.

I’m going to continue the online application another day. Do they have winters in Africa? See you soon, Africa.

Darkening Sky

 

You saw it. Clear, bright sky.

But a big black bully just gotta come along and make everything difficult.

Garden of Roses

Nobody promised a garden of roses, eh?

To that, my friend Selena replied,

“That is exactly what I thought life is, a garden of roses… because of both the pretty flowers, and the sharp thorns it offers.”

True that.