When God Writes Your Love Story

Do you ever watch a love story and at the end you are not satisfy with how two protagonist ended with each other? Many people would say, “ang pangit ng ending” ( the ending is not good) and would probably say that “sana ganito ang naging ending..” (I wish it’ll be ended like this). Well, its a common response everytime we watch films and it end up beyond or different from what we expect or the way the ending would be. I always told my friends when they are telling those words that, “wala tayong magagawa, hindi naman tayo ang director” (we can’t do anything about it since we are not the director). In our lives or in our own love story, sometimes we are also commanding and dictating the way our story should become inspite of the fact that like just the movie, there is a director that must be followed. Because of we are the one who choose to be the director of our life instead of God, we ended up being discouraged and being hurt because we didn’t want to follow the director of the movie entitled “our life”. Just like a movie, sometimes we want to fast forward things and get to the highlights or the climax without seeing the events that must happen before it and at the end, all that we have is regrets because we had made a wrong decisions and judgements.

Who is the author of your love story? Is it you? The reality is this, we may have the right to choose the thing that we wanted for our life specially in our lovelife but we cannot choose the consequence of every decisions that we make in our lives. Just like a movie, we are just a mere actor and actress and the director is the one who create the directions of the story.

Who is the director of our love story? Is it your family, friends or environment by where you belong? Your family might be a good choice to consider in making decisions about your lovelife but still, the reality is that they are still human and could also make ideas that is wrong. Our friends could also be a good choice but sometimes they can only make you do things to tolerate you from doing what you want just to make you happy and even the environment or the culture where you belong doesn’t make sense specially these days that it was corrupted and distorted.

Who is the director of your love story? Whether it is a director or an author, the best person that you could ever rely on is none other than HIM, The LORD. From the very start, HE has a good plan for our lives including our lovelife. HE also created the biggest greatest love story on earth, and it is not just a story but a reality that God had become flesh, a human just like us to take all the punishment, climb up the hill with a cross in HIS back and carry all the sin and died for us so that the Beautiful plan that the LORD had for us may happen. Would you like GOD to be the author or director of your love story? God is love and if there is someone who can direct your life particularly your lovelife, is it none other the the LORD who is the the author and beginning of LOVE. The LOVE that leads us to heaven and eternal life is the LOVE of the LORD. If HE is the author of your love story, everything will be ok knowing that HE has set a happy, good and beautiful ending to your love story. A love story who had been founded and rooted in HIS love will end with a “beautiful ending”, you and your partner being in the presence of GOD in heaven forever.

Would you want HIM to be the author of your love story? Well I do want, how about you?

Inside The White Room

I open my eyes and had been shock to see that I was in a white room. There is no window and door on this room. Everywhere I turn my eyes, all I can see is white walls, white ceiling and white floors. I am on a panic that all that is in my mind is that I am stock in this place and there’s no way for me to get out. When I started screaming, suddenly my eyes had been opened as my “nanay” try to wake me up because I was having a nightmare. As i seen my nanay, I was so thankful that it is only a dream and wishing that I will not be in that place again. It happens when I was still 7 years old.

10 years after that freaky and weird nightmare had happened, one night when I come from my school tired and exhausted I get early to my bed and fall asleep. Suddenly, a sound of something like someone is knocking at the door just ruin my sleep so I forcefully try to push myself up and wake up from sleeping, and as I open my eyes, I was shock to see that I was in the white room again.

After ten years, I was in the same room again, nothing had change aside from a door is already existing compare to the last time that I had been there. As i rush near to the door intending to open it, I found out that it is lock and whatever I do it can’t be open. I try to shout for help hoping that someone’s gonna hear and help me but it seems that no one is there aside from me. I was teary and praying to God, pleading for His help that I might get out of the weird white room or to wake me up from this nightmare if this is only a bad dream. I felt the feeling of loneliness knowing that I am alone and already spending a lot of my time in this white room. I want to get out from it from I don't know how until a sound coming from the door had got my attention, someone had opening the door from the outside. I stand up and run rushing to the door and as I am going to open it, my eyes had been opened again and I realize that it’s another nightmare as my nanay and kuya almost slapping my face for me to wake up. Again, for the second time I was very thankful that it is only a dream and I had able to get out of it.

I don’t want to get back on that place, never again. Four years had past and I am already in my last year in college. That day is the busiest day ever in my life, our qualifying exams, which took place on Saturday and Sunday as we spent eight hours of non-stop draining exams. As expected, I got home very tired and prefer to go to my bed and sleep early rather than to go at the kitchen and eat something to filled my empty stomach. I fell asleep, and then i felt that someone is trying to wake me up from sleeping so I opened my eyes thinking that my brother might making some fun with me while I was sleeping. I open my eyes and what I see makes me terrified that I was in the same white room again but this time aside from a door, there is already a window. In my desperation to get out of that room, thinking that it is only a mere nightmare, I try to slap my face to make myself be awaken. I did my best to slap my face but nothing’s happening and I still at the white room and it seems that I am not dreaming or either it is a nightmare. Slowly, I stand up and walk close to the door and tried to open it and i found out that it is locked from the outside. Since the door is lack, I’ve try to see if the windows is also locked and it is indeed locked. I don’t want to panic so I try to think of what I can do in those times and without any means of getting out from the white room, I started to pray and ask the LORD of what HE want to tell me with the instances that I was in the white room for the third time.

While I am praying, the window had been opened and it stop me. I get up and stand, slowly walking near the window and try to see what’s in the outside. As i get my face near to the window, I was surprised to see that it looks like a television screen with a movie being played. As i watch closely, what I see is my church mates who keeps on waking up a person. As i look closely, I see that it was me, unconscious and had fall down after leaning on the door of the comfort room. I was in a panic that I already thinking that I might be dead already until the door of the white room had opened by itself. I run as fast as I can to get out of that room by passing by the open door and then a strange light blinded me and as I open my eyes, four people is already lifting me. It took me a couple of minute before I regain my strength and be able to get up by myself. My best friend just told me that I had collapse while waiting outside the comfort room to take my turn to get inside. From that day, as mommy who is a nurse try to treat me and get my blood pressure find out that I am already high blood. That is the day that I had know that something’s wrong with my body.
Until now, i was thinking of why I was in that white room repeatedly. I don’t know why, but what i know is, “God want me take care of HIS temple”. I don’t want to be in that white room again.