My journey

How often did you doubt your own prayer?
How deep had you thrown yourself into depression?
How rotten had your soul been?

Don’t give up
Hold on
Keep trying
Keep believing
You are almost there

Even tears flow
Even heart hurts
Even blood screams
I’m begging you
Please, don’t loose your grip

If you can not trust anyone, even God
Trust your own life though it is not yours
I just want you to hold on, don’t give up

It is not about acting foolish
It is about enduring the hardship of this life

YYDW

I almost neglect my faith until she asked me, ‘do you believe in miracle?’ I awaken by her words. I was touched by her faith that I was supposed to be the one who had faith. I have to admit that my faith is really in trial. It is really hard these days to believe, but once again, I have love. Why should I put this burden of disbelieve to be carried along my journey. I had been through a path which almost draws me to give up.

In one part of that journey, I met an old man who gave me wings to fly. I still have the wings. I just need to spread the wings and fly. How come I had that thought again in my mind? Life is so meaningful that I worry what to eat and what to wear. The scriptures say that even birds don’t have barn to store foods, and even flowers don’t sew their dress, but the Lord provides what they need.

So, is that mean that I don’t need to do anything? Surely not. At this very moment, late at night; the time that I usually write my assignment, I write again. Lord, you are always beside me. Like you said in the parable of the seeds, one would give up because of the hardship of this life. However, you gave us the way, for you are the way, the truth, and the life. Lord, I thank you for this very moment. Amen.

YYDW