Is it this thing? This insignificant and non-melodious rhythm plucking at your heart's strings? This outrageous dwarf that boasts as though it were a giant? Is it this powerless figment of your wildest imagination that seems to be as real as the sun light that pours down your skin? Is it this heart that beats so fast as though you will die in the next second?
What is it that troubles you so? Is it the late-night news or the shows that bring forth unneccesary laughter? Or is it your "un-shy" tears whenever you are in public? Is it the sadness of the season where plane crashes and wars are familiar tales? Or is it the inability to be who you really want to be, or the dream that dies in you immediately it surfaces?
What is it that kills your spirit? Is it the words of the devil and his agents that God is not real? Or is it the fear you have when you wake up in the morning only to find that you do not even own your own breath? Is it the mountains and the lakes which you did not create with your bare hands? Or the little artistic work you painted last night? Is it your architectural design in school or your project management at work? Or is it the patient that you could not cure who passed away last night? Surely, God can see much more further than your eyes can see...
What is it that freaks you out? Is it the books you've read about Demons and Angels? Or the fact that maybe they aren't real? Is it really that you have tried to change but it is absolutely impossible? Is it the fact that some people you look at "seem" to be holier than you, and you are not in their category? I laugh loudly at that...you must know that surely they are imperfect...if you look past the glory you will find the stains so red. But will it scare you when you realize that Jesus took all their stains away to make them white and He can do the same for you?
What is it that is killing you softly? It must not be the things of this world! It must not be those things that you desire so much, that if you don't get them NOW your world will end. It must not be those things! Why? Because there's something else much more important than the frailty of your heart.
"Again, the kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and hid; and for joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field..." Jesus (Matthew 13:44) Whatever you need to do to find this kingdom, do it now. You're wasting time. You can't buy time.
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