Wednesday, March 23, 2016

The Last Crumb

I am at the last stretch of my journey,
and I have no bread left to sustain me.
Last week, I trod a tough road, and
the last crumb helped me carry the load.
Now, my body's sick and weary.
my lips are dry and thirsty,
and my mind's away from the journey.

Now I rest, mulling over the sky,
feeling the breeze and watching doves fly.
I listen to the earth where I'm lying,
and wonder if this halt would be worthwhile.
But time is running, running, and running,
and I wasted my strength chasing.

Oh Lord of all graces,
Oh God of beauty, songs and phrases.
I pray that manna would fall from heaven,
I pray for bread or fish to keep me living.
Now that I am at this point of exhaustion,
Jesus, nourish me until the next season.

Monday, March 14, 2016

Empty Words

One day, I found my words dry,
lying wilted on the sun-drenched ground.
I held its thin leaves between my fingers.
They were empty.
No beat nor breath.
No movement.
My words were lifeless.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

God keeps His promises

I dipped my hand in the basket and closed my eyes, "Please speak to me, Lord." 

I let my fingers run against the mound of scrolls then groped for one. I pulled it out and unrolled it.

"I don't get it, Lord."

We were at the Feast, and it was 2014. I was working as a freelance writer part-time and medical transcriptionist full-time. I wasn't so happy with my job.

"I think this is for you, Ate Nikki," I told my sister as we exchanged papers. She was a teacher.

March 2016, I saw the same paper scrolled up in a piece of straw on my desk. I unrolled it and read aloud, "Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it."

I was a preschool teacher. The school year was about to end, and I had 2 lengthy videos to create, portfolios to plan and write, narratives and checklists to accomplish, and a couple more of school works to finish for the next few weeks of class. My calendar was nothing but a throng of post-its. I was so stressed, I wanted a bit of inspiration. The verse gave me that. It reminded me of my purpose as a teacher. Then suddenly, everything made sense.

I realized that that piece of paper carried God's promise to me. On that day of 2014, He indeed spoke to me through that paper. He was actually asking me to have faith in Him. He was telling me to trust that, indeed, the best is yet to come! And He was assuring me that what didn't make sense that time will surely make sense soon.

Why doubt now? Truly, God keeps His promises.