forgotten lives

The church was crowded but I could feel the father’s sermon was directly reaching to me. I was touched as the word returning came out from his mouth. I realized I’d been wandering too far, turning away from God. I thought that I could have the thing that I wanted by ignoring Him. And yes, I got what I want. The freedom that I want so badly is now in my hand. But still, it’s not the thing that I want. Feeling could fool so many people. They got what they want just to find it was not the thing they needed actually. Today, I could feel how the Book was really alive. There were so many things in it that I didn’t understand and at those times, when the Book was a normal storybook, I was like “What so special with this one? I don’t see any extraordinary things in it. I’d rather believe in my text books than this one. Even some of the stories are not suitable for under ages.”

But now, my view changed. It’s not a normal book anymore. It’s a book of my life. All the things happened in my life was recorded in it. I am just manifesting it through my real life. Experiences that I’ve had all these years, all lead to Him. No matter how strong my will to deny Him, I just can’t. I’ve ran a thousand miles and yet He still chasing me everywhere. He used everything just to reach me, trying to speak to me so much. He is the still the same. The day I was born, now and the days yet to come, He will be the same. A gift that I could never understand why I worth it.