Lately I’ve been feeling unwell inside and I’ve been acting like a sulk bag. It’s the assignments. It’s the chores. It’s just having no one who understands what I’m feeling. Don’t take me wrong. Many try to understand, but just can’t. I’m just… different. Some are too caring, I don’t wanna make them worry more. Maybe it’s wrong, but I feel I have to be strong!! You know that when you cry and release, you’ll feel better? Well, I just can’t. A part of me says it’s the time to cry. A part of me says it’s not the time to be a weenie. A part of me just say that I can go through it.
I just felt the body heat rises. The normal is 35.6-35.9 (I know it’s too low, chill) but I felt my body was starting to feel odd, and my eyes flickering hot and hotter, and I knew it was rising. 37, and 37.1 and I just stopped measuring. It has nothing to do with my gastric (who’s been really annoying lately). It’s in the head… and the heart. The only thing I’m grateful for right now is love. I’m greatly loved (you know who you are), and the one who loves me the most is always Him. It’s the only thing that keeps me in peace. Coz I make predictions and I worry when things are uncertain. I take cues and I deduct. And sometimes it just becomes too tiresome. And lately I’ve been bombarded by uncertain things. Why can’t the world be just like a book that I can read?
I guess it means that I have to put my trust in the Lord who died to save me, and who rose back and ascended to heaven to prepare my home for me. (yes, it’s Easter! but that’s not the reason I’m writing this) I remember the lilies, flowers that I was asked to research into by my mom to know what it looks like. We were making a drama script for church and dad was just too busy to focus on simple things like what flowers look like. So mom and I selected a song and it’s about the lilies. What is it about the lilies that make them appear in the songs about faith, about miracles?
Their seeds. Seriously. The seeds are often dormant for years and years, metres deep under the ground! No one knows how to make it grow, and scientists have been trying with no results. But they just grow miraculously, in the middle of the dry deserts. Only God knows how to make them grow. And I just felt a relief when I was thinking. You know, just conversing with myself and tried to feel God’s presence. And He put the lilies in my head. And how they grow. How He makes them grow. And I said to Him, God it’s me. I’m the seed, deep within my trials and errors, trying to grow and surface every problem that I meet. And You are my perfect Gardener. And so here it goes…
A Prayer in the Dark
Here I am, whispering to You
echoing the words to heaven above
A plea for rescue from the depth of my heart
from the abyss of my thought I trembly say
A prayer in the dark
like a seed trying to make its way up
through the darkness and all the heavy soil
burdened, I whisper a prayer in the dark
My heart’s weary and my soul’s restless
And I retreat to the safety of Your peace
eternal is the work of Your hands…
My Gardener, just take it from here
I’ve tried my best to break through but You know how hard it is
the weight of the world that push me down
So as I whisper please lift me from this abyss
and let me dwell within Your arms
A prayer in the dark
just like a seed, watered in tears
Someday I’ll surface and all will see
How beautiful Your hands had crafted my soul
But until I bloom, when the clouds shed darkness
hear my whisper in the dark…
I know You’re here with me tonight
It’s just that it’s dark and I fail to see You
I surrender to Your loving presence
and in Your love I dwell peacefully
Basked in Your serenity I close my eyes
I whisper a prayer within my heart
I know You hear even the slightest sigh of my soul