The Healer's Touch

I almost cried when I saw this. It's as if I made the postcard.

Picture courtesy of Post Secrets

I wish I have this inhumane ability to survive without sleeping, I don't have enough hours in a day.

I wish that I have mastered the skill of effective multitasking. That I can do many things at once and do them all well.

I wish that I can somehow be satisfied with my work and the things that I do.

I wish that I can be comforted that somehow, my inability is what that actually make me human.

I wish that I can learn to appreciate my self again.

I wish that I am not so vulnerable at times.

I wish that I can be a better friend, a better student, a better child.

I wish that I have eight hands and enough brain power to use all of them.

I wish I could get a grip of my self and not take rejection personally.

or rather.

I really wish that I know how to unclog my schedule and yet not dissapoint people.

I really wish that I know how to discern what God wants me to do and what people wants me todo.

I really wish that I will stop the jadedness inside me from spreading.

I so wish that I can always fix my eyes on Jesus instead of looking in all directions and trying to make a boat go to a hundred different shores in the vast sea.

I so so wish that somehow, I can really be what I was before, absolutely stubbornly loving Him.

Does a child growing up automatically means that he is also growing further from his father?

The howling wind forecasts the fast approaching storm, tugging tightly on her thin pullover; she pressed her body even more tightly against the corner of the cold brick wall, as if willing to be swallowed in the dark corner.

People rushed passed her, oblivious of the frail figure at the street corner. She shivered, not so much from the bitter wind, but more from the unfeeling gaze that the passerby threw at her direction.

Above, the cloud started to swallow whatever sunrays left. The first few drops of raindrops when unnoticed, then a sudden streak of lightning flashed, with it’s bright, electric blue veins branching out in a hundred different directions, followed closely by a sound of the sky splitting, and the heavens opening up.

The down pour caused the people to break into a run as the rain poured down mercilessly on the pavement. She observed with slight amusement as the people at the bus stop pushed and shoved each other out of the way. Beside her, the rattling of water reminded her of the times where she was still untainted, times where she was clean both in soul and spirit.

Remembering that she bought it upon herself, she knew that she could blame no one. Yet, she still wept bitterly, remembering the look of heartbreak in His eyes was more that she could bear. She ran, far, far away, before He could disown her, she disowned herself.

Tears and rain mingled as her cry was muffled by the storm. No longer concerned, she left the alley that provided her minimal shelter the past weeks, and wondered along the streets. Beaten and broken, carrying uncertain steps, she walked aimlessly down the street.

Like water collecting in the ditch this very instant, memories of how things used to be overwhelmed her. The once fervent love that she felt for Him, His touch, the way He smiled down on her, the way she used to be so excited about everything they shared, the way He had loved her.

“What happened to me?” she questioned, yet deep inside, she knew that the way she has hurt and grieved Him, too much even for her to face Him. She had forsaken Him.

Unconsciously, she came to the place where she would meet Him. Fingering the door knob gingerly, she stared at her grubby face reflected on the window, and down to her clothes that have reduced to filthy rags. She touched her heart and saw how it was broken. How could she return to Him? She was no longer whole, no longer worthy to be called His.

She hung her head and stepped down to the sidewalk, a voice called out to her, and an elderly man came rushing out.

“He’s looking for you,” the man managed in between breaths “He has been doing so everyday.”
Wiping drops of rain water from his face, “He has not returned since the night you left, He was worried about you, please, go and…”

But before the man finished his sentence, she was already sprinting down the street. Confusion filled her, how could it be, that he would go all out to search for her; surely he can no longer love her after all that she has done.

She ran and ran, until her lungs and her sides were burning. She ran until it seems like an eternity, until she reached the very same alley that she was taking shelter in. It then dawned her how much she missed Him, guiding her, loving her, making her grow.

A familiar silhouette stepped out of the corner. It was Him. The shock of seeing Him was so intense that she turned and ran again, and yet this time, He did not let her go, but came running after her.

Catching her into His arms He whispered His love into her rejected broken heart. He held her still as she cried and shook in His strong arms. He placed His hand at her wounds and healed her yet again. He took away her pain, as she watched His pierced hands work. She finally understood that He will never stop loving her and it does not depend on her and what she did.

The hand that calmed the stormed and split the red sea was touching her, she remembered how it was pierced and nailed for her. The hand that created the heavens and the earth humbled Himself to give up everything for her. The hand that raised the death and healed the sick was giving her reassurance and love.

She stared at Him, mystified and in awe, Her savior loved her enough to come to her lift her up again and again. That He loved her enough to give His life and all that He had to come for her.

Her hand in His, He led her home. The sun peeked between the clouds as the rain dwindled, casting shadows of a man with thorns as a crown and compassion in his eyes holding His precious.

A rainbow materialized above them, a symbol of His promise to her, the path ahead is still long and indefinite but having Him is the only constant thing that she’ll ever need.

Phillipians 2: 6-11
Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,
but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
and became obedient to death—
even death on a cross!
Therefore God exalted him to the highest place
and gave him the name that is above every name,
that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.

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