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Let Me Tell You a Story
I wrote this when I hit rock bottom while I was living in Edmonton. When God pushes you out of a place that is never meant for you after all.
Let me tell you a story about this one lady. Who’s already in her mid-forties. She doesn’t know where her life is going. She idles. She hops from one place to another. She believes her life is full of junk. She doesn’t have a purpose. Yet, she believes she’s on a mission. Though one thing I know for certain. It isn’t over yet. It isn’t over yet. As long as she keeps on moving. Moving forward. Trying. Doing. Dreaming. Hoping. It isn’t over yet.
Let me tell you a story about this one lady. Who’s already in her mid-forties. Who kept on returning to a place she once called home. And each return became a painful test of her faith. A painful test of her character. A painful test of courage. Until during her last return, she had finally reconciled with the truth. It was never a home after all. It was a home for more self-discovery. Her faith, her character, her courage only rose up high. Time to let go. Time to let go. She went home to her heart, mind, and spirit. As this place has now become a memory slide.
Let me tell you a story about this one lady. Who caught the evil eyes around in a place she once called home. The evil eyes who wished her harm. And the harm cost her everything. Everything. She lost her job. And no one dared to give her a chance. She fell ill. She was on the verge of losing it all. Even if she found a job, people would treat her badly. And so she would end up quitting. They found a way to make her disappear. Until one early morning, her father descended from heaven to appear in her dream. To send her a message. And as soon as she woke up, she made a bold decision. Clarity made her act fast. And things fell into place at once. Like magic. She was out of there. At last.