Dec 8, 2010

Mist

I walked along the slippery path - with confident, I won't fall, because you are leading the way.  Each familiar organisms such as treesherbsbushesgrasses, vinesfernsmosses, and green algae caused me to be amazed of how these organisms survive with such fine details. Everybody put their belongings aside and enter the icy cold water while I sat down hesitating whether I should join them... splashing cold water nearby the waterfall? What if I fall? What if I join and still feel left out? What if I have chronic backache? What if.... whatever... 

You will be alright, go on… you won't fall. Is that my inner thoughts, or God's assurance?
I can't differentiate it, but step-by-step and I've made it.
Freezing cold, super cold, superbly cold...  trying to adapt to the temperature... and... *SPLASH*...*MORE SPLASH*... 
WATER FIGHT, I laugh until I tears... the water or perhaps the tears blur the vision.. not because they are having fun bullying me, rather it is a sense of appreciation, that I am able to experience God's wonderful creation. Luckily mum don't know I am here! (ofcoz i kena scolding after I came home)
Not long, the coldness like sharp arrows piercing through my spine. No longer cold, but piercing pain, with a little prayer... it went off (for awhile) I think is a wise decision to leave.

I climbed up the rocks, sat alone and watched them play. Sitting on rough and uneven surfaces torture my nike-shaped tailbone. I need BEYONCE buttock!!! then perhaps I wont feel pain. :)

"Life is like a mist, is incomplete, shapeless, unpredictable, but you can choose to see it as a complete picture, leaving the whole view a mystery. Somehow, the mist is a secret between God… and me. The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprise of beauty... how I wish... there are no worries in relationships. The mist, like flocks of trooping sheep, cloudily drifted here and there, determined by God alone. Sometimes, the mist in reality blurs my vision, I struggle to see what is beyond, until the soft wind carries me further and further away ... I no longer see what is behind the view."
I know what you are trying to say to me
Your presence, your voice, no doubt is from YOU, but give me some time to learn.

Warm... nice warm feeling. The joints of my toes no longer feel pain… the numbness gradually went off…as well as the pain intensity of my back.  Alone, eating my Pringles, capturing the mist as a mental image, giving thanks to Him above… Oh look, he is coming to eat my Pringles.


I hope I forget what you’ve just said: “After you say I ignore you, so I teman you lo”. Rather I wish that you come to me not because I would complain.


Today, you held my hand; I gripped it tightly… because I learn more than ever to love the person who first loves me.  Promise you won't let go? is hard isn't it?

Mist - I am captivated by you. You appear before my eyes blurring the partial view of the scene, yet with your presence the scenery is still so beautiful. What are you trying to tell me?

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