Seven Joys

Seven joys I had discovered tonight.
As I counted my blessings for this week...
these are my seven joys that I found.

1. Painting the new church,
and finally finishing the white coats of another room.

2. Climbing a steep rocky hill side conquering my fear of heights,
to reach the top of the hill and have a seat beside my cousin admiring the scenery.

3. Walking in the rain while it was pouring cats and dogs,
then my little brother came to the rescue to take me home.

4. Cutting and gluing recycled paper and paper plates,
creating paper mask characters to tell a story to the little ones during RE class this week.

5. Catching up with a long time bestie,
and exchanging belated birthday wishes and presents.

6. Being able to witness the royal wedding live,
and sharing in the joys of a historical event and fairytale-like marriage.

7. Seeing the countless stars this chilly night,
and admiring the beauty of a clear yet cloudy sky.

What's my part again?

Sometimes I feel like...

the limb that is falling off the owner.

And I wonder if I am a part that is...

disposable or useless, like a freeloader.

Being a part of one body is tiring,

and this reminder came timely in the day.

For no part is disposable or useless,

but every part has its role to play.

No matter how small or big the job is,

every part must do its given load.

For every work is accounted for,

as we walk along this narrow road.

Imagine, how would you type...

if you didn't have all your fingers?

Imagine, how would you walk...

on your hands when its not purposed for such long lingers?

Now I think I am making no sense anymore,

because I am tired and that's just it.

It's alright to rest, we need to recover.

That's just how the body works to grow and build itself up bit by bit.

Is it Raining?

Is it raining?...I wonder.
I am impatient to wait,
so I run from neath
the umbrella in its open state.

I run and run,
and I feel sudden trickles of tears
pouring on my skin and clothes now.
Then the cold and wetness become my worst fears. 

It feels as if sharp cold-like daggers
are tapping against my skin.
It feels as if my drenched heavy clothes
are weighing me down from a certain win.

I just want to get home
that's all I think about.
I just want to get out
of this rain and chain of doubt.

Then I stop and sit down
and let it be, under the pouring rain.
I did not care about the scars from the rain drops...
then I felt a certain shade cover my damp and cold pain. 

An umbrella over my head,
a hand over my shoulder.
He said, "Come unto Me..."
So I stood up and went nearer.

I walk with Him under the rain,
side by side.
I knew I had run away again,
His word I had defied.

But it didn't matter,
because I could see it clearly.
He just wanted me to walk with Him
together under His umbrella, we went steadily.

Then the rain stopped.
I put my hand out to feel for drops or dew.
And nothing but the suns rays touched me,
then He said, "Take My yoke upon you."

I thought of running away again,
but I knew I needed Him along this journey.
Yet He said to me in a tender loving voice, "Follow Me."
And so He walked ahead and in the way He lead me.
  

It's Hard...But Don't Give Up



It's hard to take the first step

beyond what we are familiar with,

and beyond what we already know.

It's hard to take flight

into something that is above our level,

where we cannot see since we are so far below.

It's hard to keep it up

when it feels like we are giving everything we got,

and it feels like it's just not enough though.

It's hard to give now up now

after all we have started and put in,

it will be worth it in the end so all the way we'll go.

The Next Exit

...How do I get there?