It was You

The skies that day was too clear with fascinating shades of blue and white, puffy clouds.
And oh how the ocean captivated me with its dark, blue waters and dancing waves ever alluring the attention of the crowd.
On the night of that same day, I lay on the cold, fine sand and I saw the stars.
They shone so brightly, standing out in the darkness of the sky.
The next day, I woke up, got out of the tent and did a little stretch only to find myself completely dazed at the resplendent sunrise.
And yet, it was not any of these that left me in awe.

Oh Lord, it was You.

It is You because You’re the beautiful One.
You’re the One to whom our eyes should take too long to stare.
The skies, the ocean, the stars, the sunrise and the rest of Your creations will never be enough to reflect the amplitude of Your beauty.
But for now, may we praise You for the grace that made us take a glimpse of You by merely seeing the glorious works of Your hands.

Oh how we long for that day when You come oh Lord.
Oh come, Our King.

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Love.

A little girl asked me what love is.

“Tough question.” I said, giving her a wink. “Let me put it this way. Love is mommy’s tears after she gave birth to you and when she first held you in her arms. It’s when daddy sits across your little table to play tea party with you. Love is when someone shares their toys and laughs with you.”

 

“Love is happy then!” She butted in.

 

“Not all the time.” I answered. She looked a bit confused so I explained by saying, “Love too is when daddy or mommy spanks you to discipline you. It’s when you have to give up your last piece of candy so another kid can have it. Love is when your teacher lets you face the wall for cheating in school. Honey, love can be painful too.”

 

She stood up and cupped her delicate fingers on my face. Moving it from left to right, she stared straight into my eyes. The little girl folded her arms and made a cute, angry face.

You talk like love is only for my age. What is love like for you?” 

 

“Oh! Well, um, why do you ask?” My words stammered, surprised by her curiosity.

 

“Because your eyes look sad.” She replied. “Is love painful for you?”

 

My mind searched for the right words to say, something a little girl can comprehend but even before my brain could command my tongue, my heart managed to make me cry and without any thought I responded by saying:

“Love for me is both happy and painful. Happy because he has finally found the woman to love, painful because she wasn’t me.”