I don’t know why I’m feeling this way…I can’t
concentrate. As a matter of fact it started last evening…I’m so tired and
helpless…I feel so sick and irritated…I don’t know why… I feel so stubborn…and
wicked…maybe because I don’t have enough time to talk to God…it’s been three
weeks since may last visit to church and I feel so bad…I felt this guilt that
causes my attitude to change into something that’s not unbearable. I’m always
moody and untoward …I don’t know I can’t explain it…all I know is I’m so tired
and my body is giving up to different life’s situation…For almost two days my
head is trembling with severe migraine, and my muscle begins to crumpled all
over my shoulder and also on my back. Maybe it is one of the reason, why I’m so
ill headed and easily irritated when it comes to my work and some people that’s
surrounds me. Well I guess I’m stressed and sluggish for the past
weeks…sometimes I don’t understand myself…God gave me a good job because that’s
my desire and that’s what I want…when God answered my prayer.. Here I am still
asking for some rest and still hoping for a good vacation…what a heck…If God
don’t answers my prayer I get frustrated and depressed, but when God answered
my prayer still…I have complaints…Why do we people don’t have their own
satisfaction…why do we always ask for more, and when God give it to us. Still
were pleading for more… what a selfish human being I am??? I always asked
myself…People never gets tired of asking…as if their doing their part…Sometimes
I asked myself…why your always like that…you don’t have satisfaction in your
life… Speaking of satisfaction last night I had a terrible dream…again. I can’t
understand it…but one thing is for sure…Again it is a reminder for me… a
reminder from God…
In my
dream last night I was in the dark room, and there was a voice somewhere…but I
can hardly see the image as I walked in the room, I slowly recognized the voice
of my father…(my father passed away feb. 24, 2003) he was singing a song by
Frank Sinatra (who also passed away) the song goes like this…And now, the end
is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I’ll say it clear, I’ll
state my case, of which I’m certain. Gently I can’t breath knowing that the
voice is from my father, after the first paragraph, I went to the top of the building
and from that, I see myself in a suicidal state… as I open my eyes, I already
dead and I can clearly see my body as it was bounded by people who looks shock
in what had just happened. I clearly noticed how my soul left
my body… Coldness embraces my
body and blood begins to pour in the pavement… after the incident the songs
kept on playing and before I woke up my father’s hand gripped my hand…and…then
my alarm clock rang… I thought I’m already dead, thank God it was just a
dream…what if it wasn’t a dream…am I ready?? Those were the things that keeps
on reminding me…Thank God it was just a dream, at least I still have time to
change my character and I still have time to tell to other people that they are
important in my life… Thank God I still have chance to share the gospel to
other people whose life is a mess and who needs salvation.
Those
reminder is a sign that God still loves me… that he doesn’t allow his children
to become imprison of their own self, of their own wickedness, of their own
selfishness, and for their own evilness. That God wants his children to become
a good role model for others, not only in words but more importantly in action…
To become a warrior of evil and a hero of the poor children along the streets…
I hope I still have the abundance of my life to spent not by means of earthy
living but a person who lives her life with Jesus who gave his life for the
sinners like us.
I hope there’s still time….–à>>
to change….to change….to change….