GRACE TUCKED IN LETTERS

It has been months that I carried this heavy load in my heart, even before I entered medical school. Months of having a seemingly rollercoaster ride when at times I am afire with the Lord then being drained to the point of feeling afar from His presence. Months of being beaten by my wounds all over again. Months of repetitive cycle of guilt and shame that despite the relentless prayers and confessions, it would always come back striking the inner core of my conscience. Months of being blinded by my own fears, own doubts, own thoughts and emotions rooted from a mistake I had “consciously” done. I enclosed the word consciously with quotation marks to denote an emphasis to it because perhaps the worst thing one could ever do in committing a mistake is by doing it with a sound mind. “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” Romans 7:15 True enough, obeying God is easily said than done. As for a Christian like me, I am never an except...

Sometimes, all it takes is a heart that does not measure But only knows how to willingly give. That way, perhaps, The world can hear a perfect symphony of peace. Sometimes, all it takes is a mind that does not settle at boundaries But courageously dives into the deep waters, plunging into it, And discovering real treasures only found in the littlest of things. That way, perhaps, The world can know simplicity. Sometimes, all it takes is an eye that does not judge But rather looks behind the physical that reveals a humble beauty ready to sprinkle the light that will shine above the rest. That way, perhaps, The world can realize how beautifully created it was. Sometimes, all it takes is an ear that does not just hear But earnestly listens to what the lips plead. That way, perhaps, The world can withstand pain. Sometimes, all it takes is a mouth that does not carelessly reject And unwittingly use the most scathing words But rather speaks for...