Her endless life story starts in Beirut
She was standing on the cliff filled with jubilation where her barred soul poised in God's grace. A sweet hymn cradled her heart and carried her to the deepest before God's presence, surrendering unreservedly to His will.
She was soaked by the anointment of the Holy Spirit. Her rages were moved for she is no longer a daughter of men, but a daughter of the virtuous living King, the ruler of the heavens and the earth, the majesty of His mercy, the glorious splendor of His fidelity will forever dwell in her and will dress her the clothes of victory. The light cracked open through her as she haloed on the top of the mountain. Her face looked so peaceful and her sacred heart filled the place with her holiness. She was extricated from circumstances that a human being encounters with audacity, veracity, and fidelity. The sins i have committed have degraded my self like an object sold out at auction, or like an aborted child cursed by his parents the day he was made in his mother's womb. I despise myself for the malice i have done and all the tomfoolery i have spoken about. I am notorious. My personal record is unclean. I have been living in repudiation. My pride has silenced my confession about my scandalous crimes. I am despicable of my own self. I am a savage. I do not show mercy and i do not have the forgiving heart. I impute my sins upon my loved ones. I am a blasphemer. I lived in the dark. I was the one who accused and condemned her because she loved her God so much. "Who is that God she worships and prays day and night?" Yes, I envied Him; i wanted her to worship me and not her unseen God. I wanted her to love me and not her unseen God. I wanted her to spend those long nights with me and not with her unseen God. But something extraordinary happened. A speechless incident occurred at the day of her condemnation. It was called "miracle". True, i say, the woman i lusted for, had been condemned because of my obsession, but her strong faith in her God had protected her and released her from annihilation. I thought i was protecting her with my love, but i was tantalizing her instead by suppressing her from loving her own God. I drenched into the hands of the executor that covered my neck, clenching tight together, struggling to break free from the tension that nearly killed me. "how come i got so vulnerable and fragile, when i have never been?!". I have never felt like this before until this moment; everything seems so crystal-clear, that no human mind can perceive the fact that i, with all my intellectual and financial wealth and prominence, strongly feel pathetic, lily-livered, little maggot. My esteem is weak; my body is drugged with pain and despair, attempting to faint at any second. My brain is out of function, barely keeping my foot on the ground. I'm emotionless; i'm lost in the midst of nowhere trying to grab onto something or someone, knowing that will save me from my convictions, help me forget her and my crimes committed against her. "But is this really helping me forget the past? is it making me feel better? am i satisfied with my life?". "I don't know; i don't feel anything..." "The only scene that passes through my mind is her image; her long dark hair covered on her pale cheek, her speakable deep brown eyes, her sweet voice singing spiritual songs". "Oh, how i missed her". The dawn is almost here. A deep voice saying "she is alive", although it is almost impossible for me to believe that her body have had came alive from the fearsome attacks of the lion, but an earnest conviction that she is still breathing, has planted hope in me; optimism flowing from to all over me. I wish i could see her, but my soul is too weak to help me come back to my senses. "Oh, how i yearn to see her lovely face in every morning while serving us the breakfast. Oh, i wish i had been the one bitten by the lions, and not her, so she could have lived among us under the same roof and i would imagine seeing her doing her everyday chore, but it's too late now". I auctioned my soul to the slave traders as a punishment of my crimes committed so i could pay off every harm i have caused to her -- an everlasting debt for the one i loved. And i know even if she were alive, i would never see her. I would never want to cause her trouble because she is too precious to be tormented. She is my river that flows through my veins and the sound of the ripple carries me into a meadow where it seems like butterflies. At her presence, my soul is in transition. This indescribable power in her, changes all of me; transforms me into a new creation, cleanses from all kind of hideous, smuggling things covered all over my mind and my heart. She delivers me into the light, and her grace embraces me and brings joy to my soul. I loved a slave who is the bride of the King; while, I a prominent and influential politician in the senate, appear as a poignant in the silent night. My unfaithfulness against her faithfulness and my selfishness against her selflessness caused a great strike upon me, leaving me victimized. Her obedience to her King is tremendous enough that it is impossible to break their bond, so tensed that no gods, no kings, and not even the king of this world would shatter their bond of love. She chased after His love thirstily so she could be touched by His grace. Her soul embraced by His infinite mercy every time she praised Him with a new morning song that pleased Him the most. He poured His love upon her more and more and invited her into His kingdom with open arms. She shouted, "let my weak spirit dwell in your love where i shall rejoice with obedience before your presence, and be your inheritance before your throne". She seeked for His face hastily so she could fill her hunger with His beauty and feel secure in His presence. There was a strange power, unperceived and extraordinary. I paused in surprise while my knees collapsed beneath me, covering my face with my hands as a strong light spotted on me. I tried badly to stare at the light that was blurring my sight, but the light was shining even brighter so i couldn't see what was coming through. Wondering what was the thing moving through the light, I couldn't stand not knowing. So, when i challenged my eyes to see what was exactly that thing, i froze. My eyes wide open, i stared in shock murmuring in low voice "could that be real?! could it be possible?!" She said, "yes, with God, everything is possible!" She took my hands and stood me on my feet. Then, she said, "God does not forsake us; He carry us from troubles because He loves us". "God's mercy and grace saved me from death and His ultimate love protected me from evil all these times". As we sat and talked for hours, at last she asked me this one question, "now, would you follow Jesus Christ our Lord wholeheartedly?" I had to choose between clinging to my life or letting it go. But i knew deep inside i would defuse myself from this world. For the world is ruled by the devil that schemes to cover the truth with flatters and lies. Faith. She recited a verse form the Gospel, "if you have faith as small as a tiny mustard seed, you can say to this mountain 'move!' and it will go far away. Nothing will be impossible for you". Then, she said, "faith can do more than you could ever imagine; just trust the Lord Jesus Christ and believe that He is the Son of God so you shall be saved. By faith you shall see what is reasonable and inconceivable for those who do not have faith. For those who walk by sight require concrete or tangible evidence, while those who walk by faith enjoy God's grace and the gifts given freely because of relying and depending on Him and His promises made to them. I had to take a leap of faith in order to be saved. So i did. My old self is no longer alive, a new me is here ready to serve God since i reside in Jesus and He in me, we are one! and nobody, not even the prince of this world can stop e from trusting and loving my Lord forever! I witnessed the beauty of Christ's heart. So innocent, so pure. I experienced the warmth of His love and the everlasting grace flowing over me. How beautiful you are, oh mighty King, oh unyielding King. ***FIN*** Song of Solomon 4:1 "Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold you are beautiful! your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead".
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