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today in church, God showed me love. when it came to find prayer partners, ate grace softly suggested we be partners. As she prayed for me, she sounded so sincere…she prayed for direction for my life. After we prayed, i saw her wipe her tears. i was deeply moved that she could care that much for me.
after the message, pastor ding asked people to get up and go to someone who they felt needed to be prayed for. i closed my eyes and felt someone sit by me. i opened my eyes and kuya rodel was right there telling me that the Spirit impressed it to him to pray for me because i was struggling with something. As he prayed for me, tears came down and i opened my eyes because all he said were true. Sometimes Kuya Rodel can really hit the truth of where my arrows lie. As he continued to pray, he said this,”i don’t know what you’re going to do with this girl, but i know she is so special, and you’re going to do great things in her…Lord, fill her with love when we are absent.”
“Fill her with love when we are absent.” -he was asking God to replace them in my heart…for me to love someone new when they leave…for someone to love me when they leave…who will care for me and see me as they see me?
As kuya rodel kept praying, i heard him begin to cry and it touched my heart how much they love me. I understand my parents loving me, and my siblings…but people who i’ve only known for 5 years i can’t seem to understand how i can touch their lives. And for them to cry for me moved my heart. No one cries for me.
His prayer made me cry so much, that people just started staring, and in the end, the tears turned into soft suffocated whimpers. kuya rodel cried with me, held my hand, said “i love you” and went back to his seat.
In the lunch line, kuya rodel came up to me and told me that he knew what my problem was: that i was not satisfied. “A man who cannot find his role in God’s will is never satisfied.” He told me that i shouldn’t run from God…that i’m not happy where i am…and he was so right, it was scary…scary cuz he knew, and scary cuz i didn’t know what i had to do. Driving home, i was wondering that maybe my running away from God’s plan for me is making my plans fail…but what is God’s plan for me?
God’s taking them away from our church. again…A close friend comes back and a family leaves. God will keep trading players in my life…every loss still hurts profusely.
lyrical battle (cont.)
from lyrical battle w/ Teya Dorado:
I dun need to mess anyone up/ wassup/ jake is already/ too corrupt/ and you/ you feelin’ it too?/ I dun need this rhyme t’make you looka like-a foo’/ you already trippin’ / on your feeble words/ I’ll bring your crown t’the ground/ my verse is like a sling shootn’ you down like a puny bird/ and I dodge your comments like I dodge your turds/ha ha/ ma goodness/ I make myself laugh/if only your comebacks were a quarter to my half/ so this is just a sneak/ a funny peak/ of something to look forward to when you return in a few weeks/ but don’t be too quick to speak/ take all that time/ to try to make half a decent rhyme/ I’ll be waiting/ tick tock…ya rite (I’ll be keeping time! ) ha!
Point A to Point B
In light of the present pertaining to the dim lighting of the past, I adhere to misconception, the misconception that I know. Meaningless, meaningless, says Solomon under the sun. Then why do I scrape the dirt in toil for a meaning less than what the world may consider great success. What matrix of fluidity can I mold without a defining substance while what I tear over may be my ruin? and will my ruin be any cohesive substance to give birth to solidarity? in what way do I peel the apple in acquiring the potential filled seed? there is a road from point A to point B and I travel it gladly knowing that cheering awaits my hasty accomplishment. but I fear I’ve missed the bus and a detour is necessary for my arrival. have those who have been blessed with bus1 earned more of a right for a happier life? how then should I perceive the present situation I am in while riding bus to? the cheering dies down and the only audible accompaniment is the road, and the only education is the experience. what then should be my correct attitude, for downtrodden is any hope that this way is the way that was meant to be. shall the world see it in my perspective and learn to identify with the earnings of my experience through words, discouragement, people, opportunity? there is a season, a time for everything, a purpose under heaven. what then is the purpose of my ticket? there are numbers written on it and words seemingly like a different language, and a destination I must comply to. how then should I ride? the cheering dies and the only audible sound is the road. and I song I try to remember from my youth.
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