Running revelations 2

Duration of run: 30 min

Stamina: Low

Endurance: Low

Effectiveness: Low

Revelation: Priceless

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She felt defeated. Yet another failure. Yet another heartbreak. She has decided, she can’t take it anymore.

She looks to the left and to the right. She sees no one. She sees no helping hand.

She can’t help but wonder of all people, why must she be the one? Not once, not twice, but everytime. Is it something about her? Is she a total failure when it comes to this? She doubts she can try again. She doubts she can believe that it will work. It probably does because it will be against her faith to believe that it does not work, but probably it doesn’t work for her. Just not her.

She struggles to believe but she knows for that to be convincing, she has to go against all odds.

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She ran with all her might to drown her emotions. She wish the hurt would dissolve in her sweat and be lost through the skin. She knows this is nothing but wishful thinking.

As she makes a turn to run back, her eyes caught a familiar face. Not just a familiar face, but a familiar smile. It was the innocent smile of her younger sister. As familiar as it is, this time it’s different. It gave her hope. It gave her at least 1 reason to keep fighting on, to keep going on. Life is worth living for afterall.

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She suddenly remembered one phone call she received while American Idol Result Show was COOKing on TV. It was her buddy. She is loved afterall. She does have friends. Someone does care.

A phone call is all she needed to remember that there is still love in her world.

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Her eyes browsed through the display in the night market. Nothing interests her. Not the clothes, not the food.

In between the crowd, she spotted a young boy. Unlike other boys his age who might be whining for their favourite food, this boy was on the floor. He was begging for money. As she walked pass the crowd, nearer towards him, she saw his arms were stretched upwards. Both limbs were only half the length. He has no hands. As a passerby dropped coins towards him, he struggled to pick up those precious coins.

One word came to her mind: Gratitude.

As she watched him, the sight drowned every trouble in her mind. She thought her world was crumbling. She thought this is the end. As she watched him, she knew her world is far from crumbling, as compared to his.

She said a quick word of gratitude to her Maker and walked on knowing that she has no means of offering him a concrite solution. At least for now. But she knows one day her profession will enable her to offer such young boys permanent solutions.

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One last chance tomorrow. She does not know what miracle she’s hoping for, what encouragement, what act of kindness. One more day and she’ll act upon that thought. It’s more than a thought. It seems like that’s the only way she has. She dreads the truth but only the truth can set her free.

Her only hope is the Promise that all things work together for the good of those who love Him. 

Without words

the pin-drop silence surrounds her ears. the whipping of the fan was all she could hear.

she stares in space recollecting all that has happened. she does not know what else to think. she’s been advice not to think so much. but the moment she tries not to think of it, she’s already thinking about it!

she is expressionless this time. she does not know what to think, what to say, what to feel. she can’t even cry.

is it just emotions? is it just negativity? or is it the sounding alarm of a reality coming to pass? she has no idea.

 is she too emotional or is her world falling apart? she can’t tell.

she has no one to run to. no one to tell. no one she thinks is willing to lend a listening ear. even if they did, all they would say is…”OK. it’s OK. no big deal”

she feels like running away. but she knows she can’t .all she can do is run physically and pretend she is going somewhere that way.

deceptions! deceptions everywhere! where is the truth? for only the truth can set her free.

is the silence she hears now her sanctuary or is it the deafening solitude that she fears? again…she does not know.

she says it best when she says nothing at all. hear her if you would…hear her if you could.