..your morning will come..

Photo Credit: Jem Ven Ar 

I should have been doing my presentation for the coming week but the temperature is more than good enough to stay in bed and count my blessings. Have you ever felt when there are moments when you feel like searching for something to give you a "lift" then unnoticeably, you become the one who assuage someone's pain? 

As I am lying vainly on the comfort that my bed is offering, I have ample jiffies to examine my life. It's the start of the year and I have many things, vacations, trips, and bondings to look forward to. But yes, I'll take things slow, one day and one page at a time so as not to missed anything under the sun. I have enough stocks of enthusiasm in my heart, God supplies them to me everyday because I remain open to His will. On the other hand, there is a part in my heart that is also open to other people's battle cry. While I am at peace with His provisions to my needs, there are and endless figures of pain that comes in many faces.

Inevitable as the morning sun, none of us is exempted from going through the rough winds of life. I, for one, with the strength I exudes in my everyday dwellings come to a point of saying, "I feel like giving up, or I don't think I can go on anymore, or Kaya ko pa ba?" Believe me, my enthusiasm has its peak. There are times it seems to be at the verge threatening me of having its bungee jumping at the cliff. It comes to a point of surrendering. The big question now is, to whom do you surrender? To whom do  you lay flat and still when all has been given up? To whom do you give up? To whom do you draw water when your brook runs dry? 

You may be in so much anguish now you feel like the darkest times is embracing you. You feel you can't go on anymore, and it's difficult to find reasons to smile. The pain is reverberating its just so hard to make a step to move on. It's just so hard to get up from bed, because even waking up to a day is an effort. You die day by day while you're still alive.

I'm reaching my hand to you. You can cry your heart out and it's ok. Everybody were gifted with tears. Use it. Use it to wash away all the heavy burdens in your heart. And while you are emptying yourself out, someone  is saving all your tears. Because those are precious to Him. Because you are precious to Him. There are no explanations for the moment why certain things happen, but do you really believe that it just meant to happen for nothing? If no, then we have a good start.

The heaviness in your heart may cloud the language of love. But please don't be a reduced man because of your sufferings. One day, as what the song says, it's gonna make sense..

I managed to held the rosary that was given to me. I felt the Man in the Cross as I ran my fingers in it, tears leaked with my closed eyes. I know to whom to surrender when my brook runs dry, to whom to give up when I am all beaten up. He experienced the worst that anyone can imagine. But His morning came. My own morning will come.  Your morning will come. =)