For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

I Can Smell The Air of Change

It's late in the night, my eyes are tired yet my brain isn't.  I am feeling my emotions. It's stable yet nervous and all over the place. I can feel a stitch of pain and it's heavy. I am trying to breath to release every negative feelings in it, but no matter how much I tried, it  is still clutching into my heart.

I check my mind. Thoughts are overflowing it's smothering my being. Wish I can cry it all out to release everything, yet my tears are not coming out. Even my tears got tired of me.

I am asking my emotions lovingly, if what can I do to help? "Feel it" that's all I can hear.

I need to breath again to free myself from all of these. I think this time, it's gonna work.

A stillness in the air. Memories are coming penetrating my being. It's agonizing.

I can smell the air of change coming my way. No matter how much I wanted to avoid it yet it's getting near me. I can see it. It looks so beautiful that I can almost touch it.......


Silence....

"Don't be afraid, Take it, it's all yours. I've prepared all that for you. Don't worry about him, I got something for him too."

However, I looked down and I see broken glasses. I got petrified but I got a lot of courage to walk on it yet I turned around and I see a smiling broken man waving at me and wonderful memories came flushing back. I wanted to run back to him and comfort him. Yet, my soul is crying out loud "No!! He can't walk with you anymore. You're gonna hurt him deeper than your hurting yourself. Just go.."

I didn't notice that I had been walking too far on the broken glasses. I can't go back. I refused to hurt him anymore.

The wounds from the sole of my feet is shedding more blood and getting more painful as I come nearer to the door.

I want to run to lessen the pain that I am carrying inside. Yet, I can't run. Time is not allowing me, it want me to feel every bit of strong sensation of my feelings. Ugh! I need to put a grip on myself and be strong enough to let go. I need to let go of his hand!

I looked back again to where he was standing. There was a radiance of acceptance on his face. He smiled at me and gave me a facial expression to go ahead. I heard him say "Our fate has been written just keep on walking."

"Oh God! I know my journey with him is about to end. You have been so wonderful of giving us all the strength and peace that we both needed in these phase in our lives. Please take extra care of him which I know you will because we wouldn't be in this place we are now if it's not for your greater plan."

Clock is ticking and my heart is pounding yet I couldn't complain. God has been really great. I can feel his spirit around. Even though, I don't know what's up for me in the woods and I know it's never gonna be an easy road for me. Yet, I know for sure that the pains I will be encountering through that journey will get me to where I belong.