Ever had the feeling of running so fast as if you were floating and you couldn’t feel even your legs?
Metaphorically, that’s what I’ve been feeling for many months now. I feel like being one of His many experiments who stand alone in rehearsed crowds lost in a maze of widowed daydreams, trying to find tomorrow with transient eyes shut to the reality of yesterday.
I feel like living a dream; I am asleep, with my mind awake wandering around and just trying to stand strong against the inertia of time. Sometimes I ask, why am I here; what am I doing here; how can I surive the next day?
It is when I lock myself inside my room and when I am all alone at night that I can open my mind to think about all these. This is when I not only see but recognize that I am just one of the many questions which camouflage as the answer trying to find a way out.
My mental freedom is being held hostage by the knowledge inside the cages of isolated thoughts.
I see things like domino blocks in slow motion. When all pieces are congruent and positioned in the right places, they begin to tumble down from one to the rest. When I’m fed up, all I do is pray and wait, with pools of salty tears mixed to make an ocean that drowns myself in. But in most times, my utmost patience still drives me to hope.
Let me share with you a quoted story of the Four Candles, which have been imparted with significance by our church’s network coaches:
There are four candles.
The first candle said, “I Am Peace, but these days, nobody wants to keep me lit.”
Then Peace’s flame slowly diminished and went out completely.
The second candle said, “I Am Faith, but these days, I am no longer indispensable.”
Then Faith’s flame slowly diminished and went out completely.
Sadly the third candle spoke, “I Am Love and I haven’t the strength to stay lit any longer.”
“People put me aside and don’t understand my importance. They even forget to love those who are nearest to them.” And waiting no longer, Love went out completely.
Suddenly, a child saw the three candles no longer burning, he cried and said they’re supposed to stay lit until the end.
Then the fourth candle spoke gently to the little boy, “Don’t be afraid, for I Am Hope, and while I still burn, we can re-light the other candles.”
With shining eyes, the child took the candle of hope and lit the other three candles.
Moral:Never let the flame of hope go out. With hope in your life, no matter how bad things may be, peace, faith and love may shine brightly once again.
Hope can be found everywhere. It’s just not bottled and packaged precisely the way we want it to be. And with hope, we say thanks.
Thanks to Almighty God for all His blessings and mercies toward us throughout the year.
Thanks for people who broke and tore us down,
who hated us, criticized us and stole away air from our lungs,
who supported us, empathized with us, cheered us up and helped us,
who appreciated, loved and cared.
Happy Thanksgiving day!