Sometimes, this life just seems hopeless.
There’s war and hatred, famine and earthquakes. Little children die, teens commit suicide and people get sick and fade away and friends and family have to go on without them. Some people are homeless, some are slaves to drugs. This life is heartbreaking. It leaves me feeling hopeless when I think for too long. But then I realize that the battle has not been lost for I can pray.
I saw him standing at the bus stop one day, looking off into space. I had known him once and I worried about him now. I wanted to say something but I didn’t know how. But then I prayed. And as I passed by, I smiled and said hello and he did the same.
I have friends far away. I love people who I’ll never see again, and my heart aches everyday for that. How can I care while they are so far from me? Does love just stop when good-byes are said and the border of land is crossed? No, because I can pray when my heart aches for them and that is how I shall love the ones left behind.
My life is not perfect. I have ups and downs, strengths and weaknesses throughout my life. Sometimes I just cry out to God and ask Him, “Why?” I tell him my fears — of getting hurt, of losing someone else — and He listens to me. I admit my sins — my jealousies, bad attitudes, and unkind words — and He forgives me. I pray to Him and He hears and answers me. Throughout the day I’ll find His presence in the good things He does and the joy that He gives me.
This life is hopeless without God but with Him it is something wonderful.