Sitting in a corner and seeing my toes made me realized that I indeed have a busy week and myriad of line up tasks. A comfy couch and a functioning laptop are enough to unleash the pressures of the day. Wherever is my whereabouts at this very moment does not count anymore. As long as my heart beats, air is not overpriced, and love is like shadow that guides me around, I know I always have enough.
Seeing the sky in a glimpse while my eyes are starting to become heavy, I could not hear anything but just the heaving of the evening air. I could stare at the plain sky in all silence while wondering how wide it can get, and how impossible for me to get out of it. God's love is like that, I assured myself without any hint of doubt. And while the music is playing, I remember a thought that made my eyes teary.
When I was a kid, we have an old neighbor who used to make rags out of excess textiles. Something that has no use, crumpled and rejected by the tailor, extra pieces from sewn garments and considered as "patapon" or garbage. She's very old that I'm afraid she'll sew her fingers and not the extra cut outs of textiles. To my amazement, I spent hours watching how she craftily made each pieces of those "garbage" of different styles, textures, designs, hues and colors fit into that sack that has no use. In a day or two, those cut outs, those worthless and useless pieces become a whole thing, one thing projects beauty, worth and use that she can sell and made value out of it.
In life, we are susceptible to trample down, being robbed by our peace of mind, cut into pieces by different afflictions we do not have any control of. Because as what my mentor said, the thing that blocks our journey towards our destination is LIFE itself. Life pops up, and anything can happen there's no way we can ascertain. We feel shattered at times and stripped into pieces. We do not know how to put things back together, or how to fit into this world of standards. It's a challenge how to find your worth, your value. It dawned to me that oftentimes, we are like those sheets of textiles. We undergo moments of feeling rejected, crumpled and of no use. But just like our old neighbor, God never wastes what He has created. He mastered the art of turning garbage into valuable things, of putting a worth on what the world sees as worthless, of converting what is useless to what is useful. And when He laid His hands on those "patapon", magic happens. For in an in-depth view, even garbage has no escape from God's unyielding desire to love. Because in His economy, nothing, absolutely nothing goes to waste.
I know you have a lot to tell the world of how it is being unfair to you. But give God a chance to tell you how the world is too small for Him to hold, how your past mistakes are too small over how cosmic His heart is, how the mammoth problems you hurled is too light-feathered for Him to carry. Oftentimes, being cut out and stripped are just a camouflage of how He is preparing You to be His masterpiece. Be patient in your being broken, hurt and wounded. He will sew the pieces together, make the best out of those cuts, form it into one such beautiful thing and put the best market value in it. And by the way, it will be a limited stock. It's branded by God.
Why it made me teary-eyed? Because I'm not too far from those binned textiles. Not until my Great Tailor sewed those pieces and put His brand on my strips---->"God's Beloved".
Happy Weekend!=)
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