now
Under the title "not long ago" I tried to describe what I have gone through. In many ways, it is an invented story. There was no real mountain, no spider like monster, no cliff...but in other ways it is 100% a real life story. The story of my life.
Without going into many details I depict my quest, my journey and my near death encounter. All of these have been real. Every sigh, every question, every tear- they have been real.
The burden of the journey becoming too strong.
The lost of hope somewhere along the road.
All have been real.
and that ever sweet moment when in the midst of pain and death I still sung to my Lord- that has been real too.
I cannot clearly make a distinction between the moment of death and the moment of birth, the moment I thought everything was gone, and total resurrection...a miracle, a gentle move of the Lord.
Then I was taken to a time of recovery, restauration, health, gaining strength...now I walk on a totally different place. It is a valley, and spring is in the valley. There are thousands of different types of flowers, and a gentle breeze often comes to play among them; of course the butterflies join them. And I sing in the midst of all these fragant flowers. It is my delight to go for a slow walk with my Lord, specially at sunset, or in the middle of the night- when there is a full moon...or even when it is totally dark.
I have truly enjoyed this time. He hasn't said anything, He has been kind, but I know it is time, or at least I know that it will soon be time...time to continue my quest. My quest for LIFE.
I am strong now, but I hesitate to move on.
The fall was not too long ago, the pain remains fresh in my mind.
Despite the fact that part of me is anxious to move on...part of me moves back.
I am secretly encouraged by the fact that I have a better idea of what I want to find. I secretly tremble because it seems to me that few people have walked down that path recently...I may be wrong, a false impression...but my impression. I guess I will soon find out...but for today I think I will linger on in this valley...just for a little more, just for a little more...not much, not much, but today I will linger... I will watch another butterfly go by.
Without going into many details I depict my quest, my journey and my near death encounter. All of these have been real. Every sigh, every question, every tear- they have been real.
The burden of the journey becoming too strong.
The lost of hope somewhere along the road.
All have been real.
and that ever sweet moment when in the midst of pain and death I still sung to my Lord- that has been real too.
I cannot clearly make a distinction between the moment of death and the moment of birth, the moment I thought everything was gone, and total resurrection...a miracle, a gentle move of the Lord.
Then I was taken to a time of recovery, restauration, health, gaining strength...now I walk on a totally different place. It is a valley, and spring is in the valley. There are thousands of different types of flowers, and a gentle breeze often comes to play among them; of course the butterflies join them. And I sing in the midst of all these fragant flowers. It is my delight to go for a slow walk with my Lord, specially at sunset, or in the middle of the night- when there is a full moon...or even when it is totally dark.
I have truly enjoyed this time. He hasn't said anything, He has been kind, but I know it is time, or at least I know that it will soon be time...time to continue my quest. My quest for LIFE.
I am strong now, but I hesitate to move on.
The fall was not too long ago, the pain remains fresh in my mind.
Despite the fact that part of me is anxious to move on...part of me moves back.
I am secretly encouraged by the fact that I have a better idea of what I want to find. I secretly tremble because it seems to me that few people have walked down that path recently...I may be wrong, a false impression...but my impression. I guess I will soon find out...but for today I think I will linger on in this valley...just for a little more, just for a little more...not much, not much, but today I will linger... I will watch another butterfly go by.
posted by thisfool @ 7:25 PM
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