It started raining again, so I stayed in and watched the sunset. Catching precious moments of nature as deep luminous blotches of fiery sunlight burst through thick voluminous rain clouds.
In that instance, the sky was bursting with hues of red, pink, orange and white. The only word that I can think of to describe what was before my eyes was "majestic".
Took that all in and ran it through my heart. Thank God for sight but appreciation of nature's beauty is to be relished with the heart.
The backdrop of nature's wonder conjured up a similar picture in my mind. The only thing missing before my eyes (which was in the poster) was a plane flying towards the sun. If a picture says a thousand words, than none capture the moment better than these - Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me. Psalm 139:7-10 NKJV.
What a tremendous sense of belonging! What a timeless sense of security! The poster was a Christmas present given to me in 1994. It held all my hopes and dreams as a 21 year old.
The giver of the poster is no longer in my life, but her well wishes for the fulfillment of my dreams remained in my heart. Even as the Maker of dreams has always been with me.
None of the phases in our life can be considered futile. Even instances when we have failed and experienced disappointments have a place in our lives, they reveal what is inside us to bring us forward.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother's womb. I thank you, High God - you're breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration - what a creation!
You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, the days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day. Psalm 139:16 The Message.
Growing up, I never thought I would write or could express myself in words. Even writing on the most passé composition topic in class was always a challenge.
I had neither the conceptual nor the linguistic skills to describe how I felt or what I thought. Too much with too little, too little for too much. But God has His way of moulding me.
While studying overseas, my girlfriends and I communicated almost everyday via emails. In that manner, the five of us stayed in touch when a couple of us were living abroad.
That was how I started writing, how I found my voice, through sharing with my oldest friends.
Shalom,
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