Category: poem

Dear Lord

Today, I will not complain
I will not cry out to you
And tell you how discouraged,
Frustrated and disappointed I am.

I will not tell you how much
I really want you to get me out
of this place
Nor I will ask You to take away
this cup from me

I will not tell you how sorry
I am for disobeying You
because honestly, I’m not.
I’m busy wallowing in self-pity
to think about of the graveness
Of my own sin by simply disobeying you,
That by not doing the good things
I ought to do , I have already sinned against You.
But by not being sorry about it, I also admit that I am bothered
I am bothered that
I don’t feel sorry at all.

Yes, I will not tell you about all
these things
Because I know You already
know it
And even if I say it, I know that You will not let me get out of this place without learning a lesson (or two)
Because even if I don’t like it,
You know that I need it.
So yes, I’ll rest my case.

I will not also ask for strength
because I know that my strength
Will fail sooner or later.

But today I will ask You,
That as I go through this realm of the unkown
Please hold me tight
Don’t let me go
Don’t let me slip away
Because I know that if You do,
I have nowhere else to go.

In Jesus’ name, amen.
Your daughter,
Cary

Struggles

Sometimes…

It’s easier to just sit back and relax
And stay in my room the whole day, doing nothing
Instead of doing my laundry or cleaning my room…

Sometimes…
It’s easier to just stay at home, read a good book
and let myself get absorbed by the story,
Or watch a feel-good movie over the weekend
Instead of spending time with the people I love…

Or sometimes…
It’s easier to go shopping after a stressful day at work,
Instead of going out to my mission field and actively look for people to whom I can share the good news…

Sometimes…
It’s easier to stay indifferent to the people I don’t easily get along with
Than to exert extra effort to get to know them more and listen to their story,
Or to be judgmental instead of trying to be more understanding…

And sometimes…
It’s easier to just stop caring or turn a blind eye to those who are hurting,
Instead of showing them love,
The way like Jesus did
Or to stay in my comfort zone
Than to go out and reach out to people…

But I am made and called to love and share my life with others,
To serve God and serve His people,
To step out of my comfort zone,
To reach out and let myself get vulnerable
To show grace, mercy and love…

Because to love is to be vulnerable
To lay down my life for the King for a greater purpose.
To love means, to obey His commandment
To trust in His Word even if it’s uncomfortable
Even if it doesn’t make sense.

*I can’t believe I was able to write this poem on my way to office today! Thank You, Lord for the gift of words.