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The Cocoon…

Sitting right here in this spot can be soooo frustrating. Just sitting here and watching the beautiful things of life  pass me by. I look around my little cold, dark  brown shell of a home and wonder how I got stuck here in the first place.

Oh God why?? Why did you have to put me here?? Why not there?…I cry out in sheer frustration..

 

Sorry for being so emotional.

Let me introduce myself formally.

I am one who is disliked by everyone who knows me…nah…sees me. I really doubt if anyone knows me. I have no beauty inside nor do I have anything that attracts anyone to me. I never get what I want and can only hope things would get better. From the look of things, they never will.

I turn to God in search of answers as I have no one to ask my questions…and eventually end up in the midst of my tears with the little relief I derive from pouring out the contents of my soul…well, until it fills up again.

Time seems to crawl by. Not like I move any faster anyway.

Seconds seem like hours. Hours, hmmm…feel like years.

Weeks feel like…centuries forever.

Looking at all the beauty and success stories around me bring me down, as much as I rejoice with them. Truly, I do rejoice in me. It’s just that I look up and see the rain clouds of self pity that hang visibly over me every second I breathe.

I look longingly at a butterfly flutter by.

Sigh.

She’s sooo pretty. And graceful too!

If I could be half as beautiful…

No I can’t.

God, if only I could fly.

Fl…?? I chuckle silently. Pigs would definitely do that first.

And there I feel it all coming up again. Bursting into tears, I roll up into my ball of comfort and sob myself to sleep… as always.

#WHAM!!!!#

I could have sworn two planets had collided right over my head… I turn around and peeping through the cracks in my wall, expecting to see what Pluto looked like,  I see the last pieces of the pretty butterfly I envied so much being gobbled up by a strange creature.

“God!!! This is so not fair!!”,  I mumbled as I shook where I lay. Everything seemed so right and perfect with her.

And quietly, I thanked God that I was all curled up when it happened. That could have been me.

Time passes.

More time passes..

Forever seems to pass too..

I got to learn pretty fast that I since I can’t explain how I got here in the first place, I probably can’t explain what the future holds…and day by day, I learn to console myself with these words.

I look on as brightly coloured butterflies fly by each day, and somehow today forgetting my own words of consolation, I cried so hard I shook and fell.

This is my end I said to myself as I fell through the leaves and branches…what more could happen to me than this??

And as I heaved a sigh I assumed to be my last, I felt myself explode into a bundle of colours.

What is happening to…Goodness gracious!!!

I CAN FLY!!

GNT Matthew 6:30It is God who clothes the wild grass – grass that is here today and gone tomorrow, burned up in the oven. Won’t he be all the more sure to clothe you? What little faith you have!!!

I have been there, and I know I would have to read this out to myself someday. But to you, head hung low in depression thinking you would never achieve your dreams, thinking the worst that could happen has happened, and you’re tossed through the storms of life, take a look around at the very things around you…and I hope you would see hope in every storm, and strength in every trial.

I have lost friends and people that had way more than I have now. I have life.

This is dedicated to God, for keeping me through till now, and to everybody who would read it.

Larva

I look closely at a yellow dotted leaf as I flutter past a tree with Nadia by my side, and silently pray for patience and understanding from God for our little ones as they go through that stage in life…

And yeah…that they get to have her my pretty colours too!!!

#wink#

Nadia

©Bomboy 2013

 
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Posted by on December 2, 2014 in Spirituality and Encouragement

 

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The Child…

The Child…

I rest comfortably in my father’s hands knowing that I would never be dropped. I’ve had my breakfast, don’t give a hoot about how my father gets me to my bed where I can resume my beauty sleep…from wherever it was interrupted! There are a lot of activities going on around me… I see them all…the hustle for spaces in already packed vehicles, the cries of anguish of others, the joys and celebration of some, people dancing, people happy, people sad, people hungry. Hey!!! That looks funny! I see someone trying hard to get his bicycle on a raft and falls right into the water! But what do I care? I sit tight in his hands, head buried in his shoulder knowing he wouldn’t let the water touch me…not to think of me being in that position. So once again I laugh. I look just like my Dad, everybody says that while pulling my puffy cheeks…and though I ain’t got as many teeth as he’s got, I eat anything he thinks is okay for me to, at the right temperature and sanitary conditions. I sleep when I want to. I’m always at the peak of his thoughts. I’m his child. He loves me. I’ve heard him tell everyone that comes around how happy he is when I’m around him. He tells me when I wake up every morning he’d be there for me whenever I cry out. With him, I’m safe. I know none of those big bad cartoon monsters I see on TV can come a mile near me. My Dad’s got musclI rest comfortably in my father’s hands knowing that I would never be dropped. I’ve had my breakfast, don’t give a hoot about how my father gets me to my bed where I can resume my beauty sleep…from wherever it was interrupted! There are a lot of activities going on around me… I see them all…the hustle for spaces in already packed vehicles, the cries of anguish of others, the joys and celebration of some, people dancing, people happy, people sad, people hungry. Hey!!! That looks funny! I see someone trying hard to get his bicycle on a raft and falls right into the water! But what do I care? I sit tight in his hands, head buried in his shoulder knowing he wouldn’t let the water touch me…not to think of me being in that position. So once again I laugh. I look just like my Dad, everybody says that while pulling my puffy cheeks…and though I ain’t got as many teeth as he’s got, I eat anything he thinks is okay for me to, at the right temperature and sanitary conditions. I sleep when I want to. I’m always at the peak of his thoughts. I’m his child. He loves me. I’ve heard him tell everyone that comes around how happy he is when I’m around him. He tells me when I wake up every morning he’d be there for me whenever I cry out. With him, I’m safe. I know none of those big bad cartoon monsters I see on TV can come a mile near me. My Dad’s got muscles…really really big ones! I love the looks on their faces when they hide in corners and take jealous peeps at my rosy cheeks! I sure feel glad I’m with Him… Feeding…No worries! Sleeping…Not the top of my concerns now. What to wear…He’d figure it out. How I look…That’s his business too. What I should do next…He approves my like-list. He says he knows all my needs (which is really true of course!) and would let me have them whenever he thinks it’d be safe for me. All I need to do for him is just to stay around him and make him happy and proud of me. That shouldn’t be so hard to do considering all he does for me. But for reasons I don’t know, I keep on losing sleep over ALL the things he says (and I know) he’d do for me. I know he can, I say I trust him, knowing he’d not let me fall no matter how much he stumbles and staggers with me. The big question here is why do I keep on bothering bout what goes on around me??

 
 

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