Friday, May 27, 2016


He's been calling me, but i never answered to His call...He was stretching His arms, but never did I hold on to it...! One question that have been playing in my mind before was, "why He just let it happened? Oh! poor little faith of mine! 

After my long quest on searching for the answers to my question, finally i found it...He was molding me! I admit, there has been a point of my life when i had loose grip on my faith...i always ask Him, why let these things happened to me in just a spur of a moment...all i can feel at that time was things are really out of my control! 

Just a week after my graduation, a resident gave me a book, it was a nice book...(I suggest you'll read it too!). She told me it was something to keep me ready for my internship, at first i thought it was the new edition of medical blue book!!! hahaha! but it wasn't... I never thought it would be of great help in my quest! Remember the poem Footprints in the sand? Of course! I do! I have read it for so many, many times in life, but I didn't appreciate it before...

Now I understand why He let it happened. He was molding me...He was calling my attention...He was showing to me how strong is His arms and how safe I am in His arms! Just as the father would pick up his own child and carry him over the rough ground, God carried me when the going gets tough. I'm finally at ease now! I'm finally home! I'm finally back to His strong arms!

the river piedra

By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the wates of this river - leaves, insects, the feathers of birds - is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.

Perhaps love makes us old before our time - or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments?

That is why I write --
o try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.

So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra. Only then - in the words of one of the saints - will the water extinguish what the flames have written."

-words from a book by Paulo Coelho,
my favorite author

Now, my story...

There I was.
Lamenting in my own River Piedra

Mourning for the transformation

of love into loss,
of hope into aridity,
of magic into illusion,
and of tears into stone.
"All love stories are the same."

I, too, have written my tale.
I, too, have let my tears run me dry.

Let the poignant remnants of reminiscences be carried away by the current.
Let the water cleanse me of the hurt, pain and regret.

For by the River Piedra,

Solitude is my salvation.
Truth is my comfort.
Tranquility is my peace...

By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept.