“Time does fly,” so the saying goes. Last February 26 marked another milestone of my existence. Yes, its been three years since I was diagnosed, treated and declared free from cancer. What a Mighty God we have indeed! It was just like yesterday when I was bald and I had to wear masks. I also recalled the objections of my beloved sisters and friends of my participation of the Visita Iglesia (Church Visitation) but I made that crucial year of no exception for I was aware that if He was with me in my healthy days, He was more than 24 hours with me while I was fighting for my dear survival . More than any medicine and food, the Greatest Healer of my disease was no less than HIM!
As I leaf my journal of those days of Lent , I’ve come across to this text that I received from a friend and I would like to share this to you:
HE had no servants yet they called Him MASTER
No degree yet they called Him Teacher
No medicine yet they called Him Healer
No army yet kings feared Him
He won no military battles yet
He conquered the wolrd
He committed no crimes, yet they crucified Him.
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today…
Feel honored to belong to such a Leader!
I am wretched You know, Dearest.
To a man I seem complete,
But to You who see my defeat,
Know my insecurities.
So I lift my hands O, Dearest,
In total surrender of my weakness.
Take them, let me not be its slave.
Teach my heart, mold me Dearest.
Let me long for You and You alone.
Take away my worries, get rid of them
Let me forgive myself, let me move on.
Thank You, Dearest, I praise You.
I think of the times you caused me pain and want to leave you ages ago, yet how can I? Ten thousand voices tell me to hold on, seventy thousand voices tell me to forgive, a hundred thousand voices tell me to love still, and one powerful voice tells me to pray.
Devoid of pain I must remain. To keep that vow I made to Him. To hold on, to forgive, to love, to pray. For though I tried to defy Him, He never gave up on me, He forgave, and He loves me just the same. So here I am, I keep hanging on to you — like a strong foundation I remain strong before your eyes. No, dont call me a hypocrite! I pained when you were indifferent, I wept each time you hurt and abused me but that’s all that you can do to me. for you havent crushed my spirit to keep on imitating the Master of the Voice I heard from within.
Do I have them when they are nowhere?
As I lay down weak on my bed
Wanting of an inspiring tale,
The question worn and bitter
Keeps nagging my head
Why are they nowhere?
Ah, the vast street is empty!
Nobody’s coming, somewhere else they stay
Not with me someone else’s company
While I struggle a breath and pain much
Yes, to somewhere else’s they go
When were they really with me?
( A reflection when I battled depression over the absence of well-loved family members and friends…. Reality bites but the lesson is to never expect so much from others. Despite the hard experience they gave me, I forgive them even when the pain still lingers on. I vow to my God that I will never do the same to them when they get down.— that’s the best way to forgive them)
Abused.
Enough.
Change.
Quit.
Separate.
LORD, I need your help
You know how much I value friendship
I treasure them far precious than treasure
I am ready to lay my life
If only to save a friend
If only to save a soul
All for the love of a friend.
But now my cup is empty
Im drained and I cant get thru YOU
And if this drought
Hinders me to be with You
Then I beg of You
Rescue me
CAPTURE me
Into your loving arms
For you
I am willing
to let go.