Out to prepare the field

The sun was so high while the rain drizzles, but the salve it brings was not enough to quench the thirst of the dry, cracked field. During the past months i have been struggling financially, not to mention the emotional turmoils that I have been facing because of strained relationships with siblings and self-inflicted heartaches caused by nonsense heart throbs.

And I have been praying. For a while now. There were those prayers where I felt so confident that they have already been answered. And there were moments when prayer sounded more like a plea, a groaning, asking the Almighty why He has forsaken his servant. Rather ungrateful prayers that really was not in its right place. But God, is always good. Always merciful, and He always look past my transgressions and looks at me through loving eyes, seeing a stubborn, weak and unfaithful disobedient child that yearns for love and security.

And like the story of the two farmers who prayed for rain, I was like the one who just kept on prayin' and waited... waited for the rain to fall... I thank a loving friend for sharing to me a very beautiful song. inspired me to look on the brighter side of things, to look past my difficulties and set my eyes on Jesus. I remember, one song we listened to, about how I should wait. How I should I wait on the Lord. how I should serve and worship while I wait. How i should not lose hope and be bold to finish the race, and so I was touched, I was inspired. and i convinced myself, and convinced myself i did... but i was wrong...