Embraced by Heavenly Hope

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“Not agaaaaaaain!”

She dragged herself to her room, buried her head on the soft, pink pillow, and started crying.

“Oh please, Papa Lord, not again.”

I remember hearing the story of this girl whose life has been smooth-sailing. The world for her was a giant tableau of warm and loving people. She also had her share of colorful dreams, found herself as a princess adored by valiant princes, and saw herself climbing the pedestal to success.

But when the inevitable happened, she was devastated. For the first time, she had a taste of the world’s bitterness, of people’s evil ways, and of pain… the ugly side of pain. She had to count long nights, observing herself as she was crawling back to the safe nest of her family. And after a year, she declared herself renewed, sharing to the world how that storm made her love GOD all the more, making Him again number 1 in her life.

Fast forward. Every area of her life had gradually undergone massive changes, each of these leading her to more success. But eventually, GOD was again slowly fading away amid her joyous life. She broke her promise, in short. She was too happy to even think of spending time alone with GOD. Good-hearted as she was, she realized where she was heading not long after. And prayed she did… for God to bring her back to His tender care.

Almost always unprepared, she was caught off guard by a sudden twist in her fate. That explained her desperate cries for help. True enough, she found herself talking to God more often. Her face revealed the torment she hid behind her smile. She felt so alone again, bitter to be exact, with a wave of negativity embracing her soul.

But that didn’t stay long. Why? Perhaps she found out from the recesses of her heart the real reason behind the anguish. Was it her fault? Was it her selfishness? Was it her immaturity? Was it her soul that needed more chiseling by the sculptor? Whatever it may be, she was determined to put an end to her self-imposed misery.

She’s ME. I stumbled, fell, rose, stumbled, fell, and rose again. I kept switching from sad, to happy, to wanting, to contented, to doubting, and to trusting; still inconsistent, unstable, and swerving from left to right.

Now I know there is no stopping there.

This is what we call life; this is reality. People come and go. Not a single thing is permanent.  Even problems come in different packages. But you see? God, the Omnipotent God, stays the same, never-changing, never-fading. So persevere, as I must, as we all must do. There will always be days of mourning, just as a year with catastrophes, but never will God’s love be impermanent. True, there is always a reason for every season. Problems of today will be the miracles of tomorrow. These trials are simply there, no matter how painful they are, not to destroy but to mold one being into the best version of himself. Because there is always hope, and there is always God who sees our soul.

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