A believer

What is a believer? A believer is a person who believes when all things fail, when nothing works, when there is no hope. As a believer of Christ, I should believe, that God will not fail me, God will work, God loves me in the given worst situation of circumstances.

I have found this poem from the book Hope from Pastor Phil very touching.

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read

Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, 

for the world was intent on dragging me down. 

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, 

A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. 

He stood right before me with his head tilted down

And said with great excitement, Look what I found!

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, 

With its petals all worn- not enough rain or too little light. 

wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play . 

I faked a smile and then shifted away. 

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side. 

He placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, 

It sure smells pretty and its beautiful, too. 

That's why i picked it. Here, its for you.

The weed before me was dying or dead. 

Not vibrant of colors of orange, yellow, or red. 

But i knew I must take it, or he might never leave. 

So i reached for the flower and replied, Just what i need. 

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, 

He held it in midair without reason or plan. 

It was then that i noticed for the very first time

that weed toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun

As I thanked him for picking the very best one. 

You're welcome, he smiled, and then ran off to play, 

Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day. 

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see

A self pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. 

How did he know of my self indulged plight?

Perhaps from his heart, He been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last i could see 

the problem was not with the world, the problem was me. 

And for all of those times i myself had been blind.

i vowed to see the beauty in life and appreciate every second that's mine. 

And then i held that wilted flower up to my nose

And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose

and smiled as i watched that young boy, another weed in his hand

about to change the life, of an unsuspecting old man. 

this is the story of the day. that reminds me, who i am. in christ. to see with my heart, not by my sight.

I want to thank God for this Taipei flight, one of my favorite flight. I got called up!! ha! n just in time for service to church on Sunday. .thank you Jesus.