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A R T I C L E S
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A STORY TO TELL by Ginniefel L. Suarez
by Joseph Nepomuceno
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Her to Him
She could hear the motor tires coming up the gravel road while she was busy in the kitchen helping her mom to cook for dinner. His keys were jangling as his footsteps headed the front door. She hurriedly washed and dried her hands and excitedly walked double time. There she saw him in his tattered work clothes wearing a bittersweet smile. She didn’t mind it though. As a way of her love and affection, she was dying to hug him and kiss him so dearly. But she was astonished. Fresh blood stained her bare hands. She tried to touch him with so much concern but she missed every flesh she supposed to grasp. Then she turned around when the door was shut loudly. Lightning and a deafening sound of a rolling thunder scared her. She cried silently. Then the horizon loomed like a vast curtain of complete darkness. The world was becoming a menace in appearance. She screamed ferociously so she looked back and ran to him for refuge. But to her dismay, he vanished slowly in her cloudy sight. She was left abandoned, frightened and broken in tears when fiery hands suddenly grabbed her feet from the under and hurled her down into a pitfall of no escape.
Water was dripping loudly outside her window when she came to her consciousness. Cold sweat drenched her shirt and tears wet her face. The rain poured heavily when the shadows and lights in the middle of the night tricked her. It was then that she realized that it had been a year now since her father was held captive of death and the truth of no-return policy signed by the Almighty crushed her heart and put her back in extreme pain.
There was music in her heart wanting to play a melancholy melody. She couldn’t help herself but to voice out her confession. She didn’t understand why it should happen. Big mistakes to displease Him have no room in her heart and He knew that for sure. But still He betrayed her by snatching her loving father from her when all she did was to be good to make Him happy. Her father was a very good man and a Christian. She asked, “Did You change Your plans and plotted the rapture earlier than expected? Was Your heart distorted to finally condemn me for my sins?”
She thought He was her best friend but He ruthlessly took his father’s breath away. Her father was as priceless as her genuine love. He was her strength to stand and stay strong but she became weak and vulnerable in his absence because of Him. The former was her happiness but the latter, her own Savior, failed to salvage her from drowning in tears. He hurt her so deep and ripped her heart out.
They said that everything happened for a reason. “But what reason could that be? Why?” she asked in disbelief. No matter how much she wanted to force herself to create an understanding she still found it difficult to fathom. She was trapped in a box of trouble and pain trying to find her way out.
She couldn’t run to Him anymore because He despised her. Her faith was fading and she was losing the omnipotent love and comfort that were once warm but now felt cold. She was shouting for help but no one dared to listen and heed her plea. Was there a hope to hope? Could somebody take her out of this dark world of torment? If there was one, then who could that be?
Him to Her
Time passed by but her right foot was left locked behind and chained by the shadow of resentment. Yes! She was trying, hardly trying to move on but with a weary heart. The red curtain of her life opened and there was no more trace of him. How sad it was. She broke the heavenly light that brought enchanting and fascinating glow on her stage. However, like a real actress, she still performed very well in front of her audience. She fooled them so perfectly but behind the fake smile was a daughter yearning helplessly to have her father back. Nevertheless, the show must go on.
She already had a job prior to the death of her father. She was helping her family in the finances while studying. It was still a blessing that she considered though. She became the sole provider at an early age of 21. The responsibility was ultimately heavy. She sent her brother to college. She had to double her effort at work to sufficiently sustain the family’s financial needs without sacrificing her scholastic performance. It was hard, wasn’t it?
Everything was already a routine. She went to school at day time and worked all night long. Until one day, she was rushed to the hospital due to extreme abdominal pain which caused her to vomit and screamed out of desperation for relief. The doctor honestly revealed the possibility of a surgical operation to remove her appendix if the pain would continue.
Her mom cried heavily. She pitied herself. She got scared and she worried so much. She felt so hopeless. If the operation would push through, she might fail to march to get her diploma which was her father’s utmost desire about her. She had to stop working until she could recover that would mean no earnings. This would lead to a recovery that might take long due to lack of medication maintenance. Hence, her family would starve to death!
She didn’t know where to turn to. What was on her mind was the idea of fighting for survival not only for herself but for those who were left in her responsibility. But her body was fragile and she couldn’t find the strength that she once found in her father’s comforting embrace. She was floating on that thought when she heard her mom snoring quietly in the chair beside the bed where she lied. At that moment, she noticed something that her mom’s hands were holding. She slowly took it and she was startled as she read “The Bible”.
A thought as fast as a lightning struck her mind encouraging her to open a leaf. But she was reluctant. Then a voice inside her whispered convincing her to read His words again like the way she used to feed her hungry soul before. She was like hypnotized as she effortlessly picked and read the verses. The very first awakening revelation she could never dare to forget was “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts.” Drops of tear fell down her pale cheeks as she cried mutely. She craved for the truth as He slowly revealed Himself in each page she scanned meticulously. Then she began to understand the clear message that she was never condemned and forgotten, that she was still loved by Him, that her father was taken away from her to intensify her faith and to trust Him, that her father had already served his purpose here on Earth and that his Father longed for His son to come back home.
In her imagination, she saw a majestic herd of angels who sang and played their trumpets in chorus as they came down from the gates of heaven welcoming her back with their holy enticing music reviving the dead part of her soul. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks. She was sobbing that woke her mom up. Her mom confessed then that she intentionally stashed the Bible because she knew that she would need it in the time where she could remember to call upon Him again. She cried again. She was very touched and an overflowing love of a mother and her Father renewed her soul completely. They embraced so tight and together they prayed fervently. The following day, she made her confessions to a priest who visited patients in the ward regularly. She thanked Him sincerely for everything that really happened had its own reasons.
Everything was running fine now. She did get well and had gone out of the hospital after four short days. It was a good thing that her employer shouldered the hospital bills.
Time was so fast and blessings became luxuriant. She found herself holding her diploma. She was promoted due to her dedication and exemplary performance at work. She knew that her father was extremely proud of her achievements. Wherever he was, she was sure that his father was just prowling as a wise sentinel who would watch over her and her family.
Finally, it was the time to unlock the tormenting chain that bound her and step her right foot forward to walk the journey of a new beginning with a renewed spirit of a Christian who had someone now to call Him as a Father and a Her as His daughter. It was a beautiful reunion of a slave but now a servant of God.
Date added 2011-08-18 19:27:11
| C O M M E N T S | Add Comment |
 Ginnie | Absolutely! Thank you so much! What time will the orientation start?
Date added 2011-09-05 20:40:21 |
 Joseph | Ginnie, we will be having our CLP Orientation this Sept 17 @Fatima Parish, BLVD Area. If you have time please come and join us, you may bring your friends as well. See you there! :)
Date added 2011-09-05 13:21:10 |
Joseph | Hello Audel, if you have any article to share please send it to this email: j_nepomuceno17@yahoo.com. Thanks.
Date added 2011-08-23 10:26:41 |
Ginnie | Thank you so much Auden for taking the time to read my story. I happy to know that you thought it inspiring. "God has a perfect timing for everything," indeed! His clock strikes on time. Be patient. It takes a humble heart to surrender to Him to let His will be done. You`re right! We should not give up for He is there to be our strength. He will never forsake us. Thanks again for sharing your insights and God bless you!
Date added 2011-08-22 10:24:00 |
 Auden | Your story is very inspiring. Sometimes we thought our own problems are too much heavy to bear but when we realize others have come to pass their own challenges it gives us hope to move on with confidence and faith that we too will surpass our own trials. God has a perfect timing for everything. In every seasons of our life God is with us. Your story reminded me not to give up on ourselves, on others and most especially to Him, our Father because He never ever gave up on us.
Date added 2011-08-21 22:53:55 |
Ginnie | Thank you so much for posting this and for opening the opportunity! I`ll never forget this. God bless you always!
Date added 2011-08-18 20:46:37 |
Joseph | :)
Date added 2011-08-18 19:28:24 |
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