My favorite part of the college was the Chapel. A beautifully thought out construction. A place of refuge with more corners than most constructions so that girls could huddle and cry their hearts out without being seen. I had my own favorite corner there... it was actually outside the chapel, near where the bell was. I would sit there and simply smile at God and say "Thank you Jesus" on happy days or cry out "Why Lord?" on sad days. Night was the best time. I would look at the m

Sometimes a friend would pass by. Some nosey ones would try to offer sympathetic comfort, others would smile and walk by breathing a prayer for me. And there were some others, angels sent by God, who were pushed by him to come and speak to me and tell me what He wanted me to hear. God bless them.
What can i say? As I look back from where I am now, I see the blessings, I see the grace He showered on me even when I rejected Him. I see the beauty of my life now and realise it all came from broken bits that my God so carefully glued together. I also see the extra embellishments he's added to my life. And I'm thankful.
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