uNfaiLing LovE
Saturday, May 13th, 2006Hey hey…today as i opened my blog and read all the comments some of u hav been giving me…i’m seriously touched and deeply encouraged to continue to write testimonies in my blog. Thank you…u all hav been truly a blessing to me. : ) So…let’s get down to today’s blog!! Hahhaha!!
Today woke up feeling weird…u knwo the feeling like u got up at the wrong side of bed? Ya, exactly like tat…not only am i sleepy…but i am totally clear tat i hav a stack of organic chemistry notes waiting at the foot of my bed…which…shall i say not TOO enthusiatic to read. So…reluctantly..i pried myself off the bed…(practically rolled off it) and headed towards the bathroom. No one was at home…except for a slumber bro. Meaning…no breakfast. Sigh!! Wat a morning to wake up to! I forced myself to study at least wat i’m suppose to finish. Somehow i jus feel pressured and stressed out.
For the weirdest reason, i picked up a book from my rack…"stomping out depression" It’s a book i hav laying around…for pass reasons…but havent quite finished it yet…coz i found tat the bible is a better cure! Anyways, I started to read where i stopped decades ago. And i was jus so amazed at how God provides guidance in different places. There’s a story bout this lil boy who was bought out of slavery and brought to live wit a rich man. He stared in awe at the huge mansion he was brought to. He stepped in, and his new father welcomed him warmly. He found out tat other adopted children oso lived there. They made frens and he was extremely grateful for the great buffet tat was prepared. He ate the glorious food and was happy…but when he turned around, he accidently pushed a tray of crystal jug glasses off the table…it came crashing to the floor into millions of tiny pieces. Dread fell over him…how is he gonna get out of this mess? Definately he will be sent away from the house. The first thing he did was to hide…and he ran towards the basement. He opened the door and decended below…it was dark and damp…but he found other children down there oso. Hiding away…they didnt talk to each other, becoz they were too ashamed. He found himself a corner and balled himself up…many other children were there. Some attempted to climb the stairs back into the bright light. But soon overwhelmed by the guilt and shame…"my slave master was right…i dun deserve all this wonderful things, i belong in this dark basement…tat’s all i deserve." To survive, they ate the green moss tat grew on the walls…some children may shout out encouraging words from up above…but some made it worse by condemning them. Each of them had their own story about wat they had done wrong.
Then one day…he started thinking…"Why not i jus throw myself at my adoption father? I mean…wat do i hav to lose? Even if he asked me to eat the crumbs from the dining table, it’ll be better than this." So he decided he’ll climb the stairs toface his father with the truth. " Father, i knocked over some glasses and broke the pitcher." The father without a word took him by hand in to the dining room. To his utter amazement, a grand banquet laid before him. " Welcome home son, there is no condemnation for those who are in my family!"
Sometimes we are jus like tat lil boy…hiding from our Father whenever we did something wrong. Unknown to us tat our Father al’d knew we are going to break that crystal pitcher. Where can we hide from His eyes? Do u hav any idea how far he would go searching for you if ever u were lost? Sometimes, it’s hard for us to face Him wit the truth. But wat do we hav to lose? Why stay under the basement and eat moss while He has al’d set a banquet before you? Honestly…when i read tat…whoever is in His family is not comdemned, tears flowed. Coz i was feeling stupid…how could i missed tat He is right beside me? He’ll find me…no matter how far He has to look for me, and wit opened arms He’ll carry me back…unfailing love…who in this world can give this kind of love?