I Thought About

I thought about the years I have lived, 31 years and counting.

I thought about just how much I had wanted to get married, to find a soulmate.

I thought about why God had not allowed a partner yet, somebody to love.

I thought about how I was searching for an out, a rest.

I thought about the pity of it all, trying to find an answer elsewhere.

I thought about salvation, of how it is only in Jesus.

I thought about heaven, meeting God once again.

I thought about embrace, finding home. 

Verse for 2020

“Whatever you ask in my name, this I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask me anything in my name, I will do it.” John 14:13-14

After days of prayer, this was the verse chosen for me. In times of distress, I took it as God's response, his love for me. In whatever I choose to do in this year, I pray that it is what God desires. In His name, I wish to seek, in His name, I wish to see it happen. I pray that my life is used to glorify God. I pray that my life be used to spread the love of the Son.

Engage

In a single day, hours to seconds.
Countless are the chances to a relationship.
How you choose to engage is all that matters.
Your eyes, your thoughts and actions.
A stranger could pass by, though only for a moment.
A savior could be standing right beside.
Are you awake? Are you alive?
Let not a soul simply pass by,

Let it not just pass away.

A Collection Box

I came across a shoe box from long ago. The shoes that once filled the box, I remember not, but what it has now is a collection of all my memories. Ever since I started getting cards and souvenirs, I threw them all in: thank you cards, goodbye notes, tickets of travels and sorts.

I was simply looking through to find some lost files, but was soon reminded of past friends and relationships, of people that I should never forget, of experiences that made me who I was now. As I was about to close the box, a card dropped out from the cover.

It had an old student ID, not of mine, but of hers. The card wrote, “Congratulations to graduating! If you ever need anything let me know. I will do my best, I promise!” She had written the card years before we had started dating. I was told she recently got married.

I thought about all that I needed, all that I could ask her help for, but it was all too late now. It was but a broken promise. Soon, I saw all the other love letters and memoirs, of how every words spoken were but empty words.

The memory box was but a collection of broken promises: of forgotten love, of irrelevant memories, of wasted time together, of love given up.

With but a single match, all of just burn up into the wind. Perhaps afterwards, what matters shall be salvaged.

2020

Not just to survive,
but the thrive in Christ.