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This too shall pass

I don’t say, “I’m glad it happened”. Neither will I ever say it in any future time.

But it ought to happen.
Reasons? So many. One is—so that I can rise for His glory.
And that is the process I am presently striving for. I’m no longer counting the months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, milliseconds… The process is undeniably painful but it’s worth every bit of stab, bite, punch, kick, strike, sting or whatever equivalent agony it can be.
One very close cousin and a Franciscan Friar individually told me, “You are gonna write your story. It’s not gonna end today. You are just going to close this chapter and open a new one. And the book will inspire many because the story is going to be beautiful”
These past 8 months (oops, I did count, anyway) have been the longest 8 months of my life. It is in this facet of my struggles that I’ve found and re-discovered people who had helped me fight the battle. And I am winning. No, not in the legal way because nothing in that aspect needs to be fought for. No one wins in that scheme, anyway. I am winning myself back.
It ought to happen so that I can rediscover people and myself.
In an extreme situation such as I had, I discovered that person in many figures in me. The father, the son, the brother, the cousin, the nephew, the friend, the leader. I also realized how much love can do. No credits to me. What I meant is the love from these different circles that envelop me: family and friends.
It ought to happen so that I can love more.
First months were… hmmm, what’s the word? Ah, ok. HELL.
It was hell. But I got thru it. I did not see it coming. A marksman shot me like a deer in an open field. I had no shield. I hit the ground face first. But I’m now standing head up high—not necessarily unscathed—bearing the lessons of this experience. I don't know but this event drew me to believe in love all the more.
Ok, it already happened but this too shall pass.

credits: http://www.deseretnews.com/top/802/9/This-too-shall-pass-9-misquoted-Bible-phrases.html






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