I have been traveling for several weeks after that event when I tore down the wall of the dike that I have built. This morning, I have just returned from my journey. I decided to visit the river that has been a big part of me. As I walked along the stony path that leads to the river bank, I felt nauseated by the smell of my surrounding. It gave me a nostalgic feeling of the life that I used to live here. I shut my eyes to let my other senses caress the memories brought about by that odd yet familiar place. It was soon that I realized that my pace slowed down, until I felt my feet getting soaked by the water splashing along the bank of the river.
I opened my eyes slowly. I felt a little sting in my eyes as the sun struck them with its mighty beam. But that did not distract me from what I have come for; I turned my head around to view the flowing river from the point where I was standing still to the horizon where the river vanishes. The rustling of the water as it hits a rock was the same rustling that I have heard a couple of weeks ago. I was surprised when I looked at my right, the ruins that used to lie down were not visible, and maybe they were completely rubbed away by the river. I was overjoyed with what my eyes saw. It made me realize that the struggle was over. Yes, it was over, with the conclusion that I was the winner. The worthy fight came to an end, and it ended gracefully.
As I was smiling, the wind blew from my back; I turned around and there I saw my angel appeared before me. She gave me that same smile that she used to give to me every time she brings good news.
“Thy have won the good fight.” She said to me in a very soothing voice. “And for that, God’s grace shall be bestowed upon thee.”
I bowed down and replied, “I am not worthy, but I will humbly accept the gift that He is giving to me.”
She placed her hands unto my shoulder and said, “Go, God is expecting thee.”
At that instance, she vanished even before I could say thanks to her. I felt rejuvenated with the joy that was overflowing me. Yes, I have won the good fight.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Enthusiasm
I was gazing upon the flowing river, listening to its surge. It was not violent at all, as I expected it to be. Maybe my fears were just overwhelming my thoughts for the past months, consuming every opportunity for experience. I heard the water rustled as it hit a piece of rock, which was formerly a part of one great dike that used to stand here. Now, it is in ruins.
I noticed the calmness of my surrounding, maybe my guardian angel was just around. He was somewhere near, shielding me from harm that could possibly inflict me since the day I tore down the dike.
I took out a small notebook from my pocket. As I leafed through the pages, a sudden gust of wind blew over my face, and gave me a familiar sensation. I knew it was the presence of my angel. The wind whirled as she appeared before me. I gave her a smile. I noticed her aura, a bit different from its color since her last visit. It was as if she was transferring from one vessel to another, but still having that unique identity, an aura a lot different from the aura beamed by my guardian angel.
“What’s that book?” she asked me in a very calm voice.
I turned to the book, and as I continue to leaf through it, I said, “This is my life. I wrote it down, so that I could keep track of my pace. I often lose a sense of direction. With this record, I could always look back, look now, and look beyond.”
“Would you mind to share it with me?” she said, staring at the little notebook in my hand.
Her curiosity gave me an enthusiasm, as if it was a warm water thawing an ice.“Of course, it's my pleasure to share this with you” I answered joyfully, though I know she already had an idea of the simple yet complicated story of my life, how God has woven every strand with one another to yield a masterpiece. I opened the book and started to read it to her. There, by the river, I unfolded the narrative of my life. She gazed at the book as I read it to her, happily, she listened.
I noticed the calmness of my surrounding, maybe my guardian angel was just around. He was somewhere near, shielding me from harm that could possibly inflict me since the day I tore down the dike.
I took out a small notebook from my pocket. As I leafed through the pages, a sudden gust of wind blew over my face, and gave me a familiar sensation. I knew it was the presence of my angel. The wind whirled as she appeared before me. I gave her a smile. I noticed her aura, a bit different from its color since her last visit. It was as if she was transferring from one vessel to another, but still having that unique identity, an aura a lot different from the aura beamed by my guardian angel.
“What’s that book?” she asked me in a very calm voice.
I turned to the book, and as I continue to leaf through it, I said, “This is my life. I wrote it down, so that I could keep track of my pace. I often lose a sense of direction. With this record, I could always look back, look now, and look beyond.”
“Would you mind to share it with me?” she said, staring at the little notebook in my hand.
Her curiosity gave me an enthusiasm, as if it was a warm water thawing an ice.“Of course, it's my pleasure to share this with you” I answered joyfully, though I know she already had an idea of the simple yet complicated story of my life, how God has woven every strand with one another to yield a masterpiece. I opened the book and started to read it to her. There, by the river, I unfolded the narrative of my life. She gazed at the book as I read it to her, happily, she listened.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
