a better reason for being

i was in miramar to do a shift when i met three familiar faces. sweet, good-looking ladies i encountered when i was working as a student coordinator. i thought they were there to work. sad to realize they had a sad story to tell.

the night was rather desturbing for me. i was upset with what i learned. i wanted to email our agent i know he will be willing to help. i was also thinking of talking to my boss, still the same one i worked with my other job. too bad, internet was playing up and i was getting very restless.

morning came i had a shift to do and there was a message asking if i have done something for their cause. i needed to report to work early and ran out to the facility. my thoughts started racing - it seems like facilitating is always a specific role for me to play.

earlier, i was having my own personal concerns. too many things were happening all too fast and i could not decide which one to do first. i dont know what about wellington that i just want to be at the heart of it. where i am are interesting and convenient options, i do not know why i long for the mystery of one place i am never familiar.

the moment i reached home, i readily set the laptop. first i emailed my boss who gave me a rather warm and comforting feeling of freedom. at least it eased my feelings to decide on my own and consider other matters. then i emailed my agent.

the next minute, my agent got back to me asking for contact details. i thought it was of the three ladies who i was very concern of so that i scrolled my phonebook for their numbers. anyway mails came after the other. while i was trying to help three persons, the agent afterall had me in his mind to refer to a sponsor.

everything came into place - all concerns solve with one pure desire to help. the next day, documents were signed and closed. that easy? yes, when i walked into the office, the manager had a copy of an email in his hand. he smiled, i will attend to these three ladies first and this paper tells me who you are.

i sat quietly by the end of the table wondering how good heaven is to all. as i watched the faces of the three all sporting relieve happy smiles, my heart swelled with gladness. i will never be able to repay the goodness of God. I have done just one minor thing of concern, the joy i felt for the blessing is encompassing. everything has all been set up and prepared for the next - always a better reason for things to become - it is time to trust in GOD.

The Unseen Hands Of God

A time in my life when I was cheated and pushed so hard. I fought for mortal justice all with my human mind and head. Then comes the intercession of One who knows best - He lives in the heavens and sees everything on earth. He frowned on exploitation and saved me with love - He showered me with all the blessings so joyful I have no room to doubt - then a grudge became easy to forget and my heart could only laugh - God in His justice truly rewards a pure soul in ways that is divine, He lifted my burden and the scorge of pain. In the depths of woes He gave me moments to realize i have true friends instead of a user, a testimony that He has never forsaken me if just to say that he has spared only the best moments with people who deserve the fruit of my honest and sincere labours. Saved from bondage i see the horizons getting so wide, a promise of a bright tomorrow shining on a not so distant site. A reason for thanksgiving to One so mighty and strong, nothing can stay His unseen hands working on His servant. I will serve my God in ways that I am called, heal a heart and ease a mind, master compassion for my brethren for in this world I have a role to do. When this corruptible existense in past, I will meet my Master at the judgment seat. I will bring with me the script of my life on this earth and will reap what I deserve. I know I was never perfect, all I have done and can be is try my very best. Friends come to me now saying I have been strong, deep within me I know my own weaknesses were there to conquer