Reborn
Posted by wulfgar at 08:36 PM on February 24, 2004.
Yes, all-new site colors. I got sick of baby-blue. It was a tad feminine, yet it felt right when I first put up this site.
No longer.
One dreary night, sometime in August last year, I remember dumping on sweet old Kat. Something terrible happened that broke my heart and, thank God, she was there. Bitterness was pouring out of my guts. In my arrogance, I was lamenting the fact that God was giving me special treatment by throwing me in the midst of the most violent storms, hitting me with the hardest blows, and piercing me with the deepest wounds. I was complaining of how He refuses to grant me the simplest of petitions when He has all the power of creation at His fingertips.
I saw myself as the center of the whole universe. What an ego.
Thank God for His grace and mercy, for He does not punish us a we deserve, inspite of our pride and utter foolishness. In His impeccable timing He freed me from all that was holding me back and keeping me from soaring. Now that I fly do not grudge Him the delay, if it is even proper to call it that.
Damn, it was worth it, every single moment drenched in blood, sweat, and tears. He really does know what's best.
I am a man reborn. It feels strange, this blending of old and unfamiliar elements inside. Oh yes, I am not the same, for who shall pass through Fire and remain unscathed?
I know I will lose more than I can imagine as I shed off my old skin. Yet loss is a remote concept in my mind right now, when my God is filling my cup to the brim. I say, good riddance to all.
I have already thanked You, dear Father, but not nearly enough. There are no words.
No longer.
One dreary night, sometime in August last year, I remember dumping on sweet old Kat. Something terrible happened that broke my heart and, thank God, she was there. Bitterness was pouring out of my guts. In my arrogance, I was lamenting the fact that God was giving me special treatment by throwing me in the midst of the most violent storms, hitting me with the hardest blows, and piercing me with the deepest wounds. I was complaining of how He refuses to grant me the simplest of petitions when He has all the power of creation at His fingertips.
I saw myself as the center of the whole universe. What an ego.
Thank God for His grace and mercy, for He does not punish us a we deserve, inspite of our pride and utter foolishness. In His impeccable timing He freed me from all that was holding me back and keeping me from soaring. Now that I fly do not grudge Him the delay, if it is even proper to call it that.
Damn, it was worth it, every single moment drenched in blood, sweat, and tears. He really does know what's best.
I am a man reborn. It feels strange, this blending of old and unfamiliar elements inside. Oh yes, I am not the same, for who shall pass through Fire and remain unscathed?
I know I will lose more than I can imagine as I shed off my old skin. Yet loss is a remote concept in my mind right now, when my God is filling my cup to the brim. I say, good riddance to all.
I have already thanked You, dear Father, but not nearly enough. There are no words.
4 comments
muning (guest)
nalani (guest)
i thank Him for how He is loving all of us. galing, galing talaga ni Lord :)
jang (guest)
AMEN. amen. ang galing no Lord no? Ü
artistmonk (guest)