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The Good Friday!

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I was invited, while some others weren’t.
I was warmly welcomed, while some others weren’t.

Good Friday is the moment that I always remember in my heart. While others are so excited welcoming the Good Friday, well… I don’t. (You are not gonna see very in rush status update on my Facebook account) This is simply because I always remember Good Friday in my heart each and every day.

Each and every day…when I pray at nights, when the tears roll down in my cheek, when the heart hurts, when the body shivers, when the throat sore…that is the time I remember that my Jesus loves me so much that He gave himself for me. And for a love that willing to die for someone like me, my consiousness awoke. I shouldn’t have to doubt anything. Shouldn’t have to worry anything. Shouldn’t have to be desperate in anything.

If I hve the courage, I would say: “Your blood runs in my vein dear Lord. Like it or not, my goals is to be like You. When You claim You are Love. Then it will also be my claim. When you are willing to die for people who love you. that will (hopefuly) be my claim as well.”

….yesterday, I met a bestfriend. While we talked, she said that I have becoming a mature young woman. (vica versa) And I agree with her. Really, we can see clearly how your hands work with my life. For that I cannot ask for refund of all the miseries I had been through. There’s a big sigh when we talked about this, Lord. We are seeking for Your devine wills in ourlives, me and my sister. We cried a lot, we went to this place and to other place. we sacrifice time and money, Lord…just to know how to live this life with Your fullness. Sometimes we were down, so low that even together, we cannot bring ourselves up. What we can do is to survive and keep on clinging on Your mighty hands until You, Yourself, brought us up. Sometimes we were up, so high, that we were unable to feel anyone else. So high that nobody matters to us. Lovingly, You brought us down…down to the place we should be. And Sometimes we were just here. Living the life plainly wih all the mediocre and stagnancy of lives. Yet, we still survive.

It is true…it’s Your love that never let us go. And for the rest of my live I want to (learn) to love you back.

“O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.”

Written by vallaura

April 3, 2010 at 9:15 AM

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