I had a quite long chat with a friend of mine in the middle of the night in the dining room. Just 2 tired people tried to kill the night, and it happens that he's one of my new friends so that we had a lot of things to be talk about. I told him to be only 30 minutes staying at my house because we need to take a rest to work in the morning, it turned out to be 2 hours long conversation.
Talked about each of us, I think I was dominating the conversation with my experiences such as traveling, meeting new people, staying abroad for 3 years, family, etc. From our conversation that night, one thing that struck me at that time and hardly to forget was his comment about how lucky I am.
I did tell him about my fluke that happens almost all the time in any way from anyone. And it was quite obvious for someone who believes in good luck. He just listened and suddenly drew an assumption and says,
“Of course you have a great luck, God loves you, and He protects you. And do you know one thing? Don’t you dare to hurt the fatherless child. You know why you always get things done smoothly? He’s granted your prayers. That’s why I always be careful with the fatherless children because their prayers are powerful“
At that time I was surprised. In a way, that I know for sure and no doubt that God loves me, I feel it in my blood, in my heart, and in my soul. But still, I don’t know that it’s that powerful (or he's exaggerating! lol). It’s what I’ve been looking for, I’ve been looking for a father figure. Well, He always there beside me even INSIDE of me all the time. It totally makes sense to me, I always see that father is someone who always keep your back no matter what, who will always be the one you come into when you got troubles or when someone is hurting you, someone to complain to, or someone who will highly proud of you when you achieve something great.
And I know that for this whole time, I did that to my God, I have no father who is physically in front of me or even just a call away when I feel either sad or happy. So I did it all directly to him. I did it to my mother too, but what can a single mother do, she’s far away, she’s not 100% healthy to come over, she has my brother to be taken care of, all that she can do is just sending me the most powerful medicine in the world, her prayer.
God really is my father. I’d been angry to Him, felt that life is not fair, why too much disappointment, why I got this and that, blah blah blah. He’d punished me from being naughty or annoyingly requesting too much of things. He’d guided me every time I feel confused. He’d calmed me down every time I feel angry. He’d embraced me every time I feel lonely.
I just realize it now... and I’m deeply in love… :)
For those who still have both of their parents, well obviously you should be grateful for that because that's the most beautiful thing in this world, to have a grand family. However, beautiful for me is about receiving of what you’ve been giving as painful as it is could be, but you still happy with it :)
“God is an experience of supreme love”
