To have my own bible

One afternoon, to kill the time, again I sat on my couch and turned on my TV. Firstly, as usual, I kept pressing the button up to see what’s on every available channel that afternoon. There were lots of choices but I was bored already to watch any movies. I kept pressing until I stopped my finger for a wonderfully interesting scene. That was a view of a little girl.

The girl was silent but the narrator was telling stories of her. She had a very touching life. Her longing to have her own bible since her young age touched me right on my heart. How could a little girl loved to have something that she had no objections to do anything. She collected penny to penny until she thought enough to pay for her beloved bible. She worked that hard and persistently in order to have a bible only, a bible in Welsh. But when she was ready to seek for her bible, a storm stroked her dream down. She had to put aside her dream and let his father use her money for his medical treatment. What a long waiting for such a faithful little girl. Six years she collected the money by doing many house works in other people’s houses and all was for nothing because she couldn’t buy her bible.

Yet, she was a very obedient and faithful girl. She rose again, did the same hard work even harder and more than ever. Another six years passed and her wish finally came true. With her money she started walking miles and miles to the nearest town where she thought it could be. But what happened? The priest that she expected to have one to sell her was unable to help her get her dream. Every bible written in Welsh were out. She was crying and shaking and she was almost fainted for her longing to have her own Welsh bible would never come true. The priest, watching her sympathetically, rose from his chair and started walking around. He remembered that he got one Welsh bible in his drawer but it was very old and no longer in good shape. He kindly gave it to her and told her that it was the only one he could give. The girl was very happy and grabbed the bible to her heart. She was very happy. At that time she was the happiest person ever. She then set out to go back to her little village holding her bible tightly and her money on her other hand. The kind priest wanted none of her money but gave the bible for free.

That was really a touching story ever I saw in this New Year. I might never forget that marvelous story of a person longing to have a bible.

Then I asked myself whether I ever felt such thirst to have my bibles. By now I have more than three bibles in three languages. I think I need to give more time for myself to feel the thirst of reading God’s words.

Feeling

What kind of a feeling is this? Am I ill or something? Oh yes, I am at the moment really ill. I got some trouble with my digestion. I took a medicine before sleeping last night but to my surprise, I went even worse. I was quite happy that it didn’t affect my mood today. I could still smile and chat with people with some cheerful jokes. But to be honest I was in a terribly bad health.

People said one’s mind could make him ill. Sometimes I thought this was quite right. When I thought of many things I couldn’t really solve, I got ill in heart. My life was so dark and ruined. I badly wanted to escape but none of the door is unlocked. I fought until losing my last breathes but I was still stuck in the dark hole. I was in pain.

I listened to the silence but wind stroke me down. I cried out loud but none could hear me. I sighed and sighed but none could see me inside. I badly needed help but I could tell no one. This was a secret I had been keeping for quite a very long time. Since something bad I even couldn’t remember very well happened to me, something that made me someone different.

Today is my birthday. I’m starting my journey again this year with all grace and mercy from my Lord. Thankful I am for everything He’s given me. My happiness won’t be complete with all my beloved family and friends around. But unfortunately with my being in other town, I won’t be able to meet them right here right now. Thanks to the mobile phone that enables me to feel their presence through air that sends me their lovely voices. One by one my family and friends starting from 12 pm rang me and sent me short messages. I am so very overjoyed.

Yet, I was feeling lonely. One thing or two or maybe more I was expecting not yet came to real. Never did I stop begging until I lost faith several times but it’s so seemed very impossible to reach. Would that mean I was not keen enough in praying? Or was that mean I need super extra patience. I knelt down and closed my eyes. I gathered my two hands and started whispering, hoping His ears were very close to my face. I told Him again and again the same things I have been longing for years. If I could see my heart it must be crying that moment that sincerely and wholly my heart was longing for those wishes.

I hope this year; my dear Lord will have mercy on my more that He has given me. I hope He sends me all angels I need to stand on His will. Let Him do whatever He wishes to me and helps me in every weakness He might find in me.

I would like to thank all my dear colleagues at office whose sincere wishes and greetings had undoubtedly strengthened me. May everyone is blessed and the Lord listens to every prayer today.

Christmas Bells

Christmas bells are chasing to ring. They're ringing to wake everyone from bed, to rise and look at Him. He's there waiting to save each life in darkness. each life that wants to be reached by His hand for salvation.

Never will I have a Redeemer like Him whose heart never be annoyed by my ridiculous easy to change manner for self dissatisfaction, and whose hands never stop holding my striking hands for self ego.

Love is His name. Life is His promise. He is Jesus, my dear Lord.

Christmas bells, Christmas bells, keep ringing and never stop ringing. Keep ringing when I'm falling in pain and disappointment. I am worthy not for my uncountable sins but His Angels come and not once give up walking beside me.

Christmas bells, Christmas bells, I thank you for your perseverance. Let me have though a tiny of your courage that I'm walking close to His path.

Christmas bells oh Christmas bells, your calling is so sincere.