Of Fishes and Bread

Once there was a man who went fishing. The first fish he caught was too small so he put it back in the water, the second one was too big and he would have trouble carrying it home so he put it back too. Some time passed before he found one that was just right and he was greatly pleased by his catch. Puffing up his chest he proudly went home and showed it off to his wife, but great was his disappointment when she angrily set him aside.

"The fish is no good," she said. She kept saying things like it was too small or it was too bony and why he only caught one. The man looked at the fish but it wasn't that at all for him, but as the wife kept talking on and on and the fish seemed different to him. Sighing he took the fish and walked out thinking what to do with it. On the road, while walking, a carriage pulled up and a noble offered to buy the fish.

With a regretful heart he sold it and went back home with a hungry stomach and a hungry heart.

The wife was serving morsels of bread.

"We'll need some for tomorrow," she said. But the man thought the bread won't taste that good tomorrow but kept quiet and ate them instead.

As for the fish it was served on the noble man's table but not without going through his cook's hands first. The cook sliced it up. It was going to be some sort of fillet, something hard hit his knife and lo and behold he held in his hand, some small egg-sized diamond that glittered like sand.

He kept it in his pocket and with a smile cooked up the fillet. And everyone was happy by the end of the day. Except of course, the man who started all the fray.

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There's supposed to be a moral here somewhere and the story holds double meanings for me but well, moving on. Happy Sunday everyone!!!

Repent and Renew

Lord, I've been keeping hurts for so long
 that I forgot I was in pain
I've been keeping lots of sins for so long
that I forgot they kept that label
I've been hiding from you so long
that I forgot how to go back
But Lord, you've been loving me for so long
That all I have to do is call
You've been keeping my heart for so long
that I need not say what I feel and you'll know
You've always been there for so long
that when I stopped and turned I bumped into you

Lord, though my sorry's took so long
know that my heart is full of repentance
even if I've been stubborn for so long
Now, I bow down in shame

Lord, by my own deeds I am not saved
but in Your will and grace;
By Your Love alone, I am saved.

Being Thirsty

Holy week comes again and I am ironically being forced to fast. Something I rarely do. As it happens, our water tank broke last Maundy Thursday and as the Holy week is something taken very seriously in this country, nobody could be called to fix it up. So with no other choice, 

Which causes me to reflect on how important water was in my life and how long it was until Tuesday (which signals the end of the non working holiday). Water is an essential drink that we must have or we'll die. Other than that, it washes our dishes, our clothes, our hands, our feet, the floor, the roses and other plants. Having our main source of water cut off was definitely a life changing event for us as our dishes piled up and our laundry too.

And as I try to get on with my life... Being late for appointments because I have to go take a bath at a neighbor's house (My aunt :p) I realized another thirst I have. The thirst to be with my friends at GCI and to be able to share with them the struggles I have and the thirst to hear their wisdom and advise.

For the past few days there are some things that are weighing on my mind that I can't really put into words how to express them. But thankfully God just made me listen and used others to talk to me and comfort me unexpectedly. Though I feel a little hanging because I wanted to stay with them more and just couldn't because of the time but I know they'll just be there and I look forward to being involved with activities with them too. :)