From next week onward I cannot dash through life anymore in a 100 meter spring feeling the breeze brush against my face and hoping to catch the adrenaline rush of fulfillment in my labor. I have to learn and perhaps, relearn many times or unlearn sometimes I guess, to slow down and take a stroll - one step at a time - evaluating, reflecting, and pondering on life, and once again regain the gentle touch of the breeze of God's love brush against my breast. Oh, how I need once again to gaze into my Father's face of approval, of mercy, and tender compassion!
Oh, how I long for a miracle to happen once again in my life that I had long forgotten how it feels like and how it is like because it was in a very distant past. The faint memory of miracles eluded me ever so often. I wondered sometimes how I could grasp it beyond the horizon. Faith, my child, faith. The Word of God is sure. Jesus comes with healing in His wings. I believe I can recall the miracles by faith from the distant shore and see it, touch it, and experience it. Father, I believe, help my unbelief!
My prayer is this: Lord, help me one day at a time, that's all I'm asking from you. Lord, teach me today, show me the way, one day at a time.
My heart is filled with many empty spaces waiting for the right answers to fill in the blanks. I will continually look up to Jesus and fixed my eyes and my heart upon him, the Author and Finisher of my faith. Father, draw me with your furious longing of love and I will run after you. In your presence is fullness of joy. Nothing, yes nothing, could or should separate me from your love.
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