Airport

I recently volunteered to pick up a friend from the airport.She went on an exciting and memorable trip from the south.Her flight was delayed for several hours.

While waiting, I recalled the times when my parents would fetch me from the airport every time I traveled.They would insist on doing this. I could never talk them out of it. For them, it was not a question whether it was an international or local trip, whether it would just be a trip for a day or for several weeks, but it was a matter of being away from home.

So upon every arrival, I would always be quick to get out of the airport knowing that my parents would be there patiently waiting for me.Each time, I would always look for them and they would always welcome me back with happy faces and open arms as if I went away for such a long time.

Never then did I think that I would miss all these.After they passed away, it took me quite a while to get used to the thought that they won’t be there to pick me up anymore.After they passed away, I appreciated what they did for me and understood them more.

These experiences made me reflect not only of my parents love for me, but also of the love of our Creator.We are here on earth on a journey.Some of us may take only a short while to complete our mission and some may take a longer time. But regardless of the period of our travel, we can be assured that there is someone who loves us. Someone cares as to what we are going through in our journey.Someone hopes that we will be reunited with Him and that someone is our Lord.

If we then accomplished our mission as He has planned.I know that after our journey here on earth, it would be like the times when my parents would be there at the airport. He too, would be there patiently waiting for us to finally bring us home.


by lulu topacio

A Planner and A Faithful

I have a friend who is quite the opposite of me. Our differences have not put us apart, but have drawn us even closer.

I normally see her as the faithful one. She shows strong faith in God and total dependence on Him. She lives one day at a time, has no worries about tomorrow, and trusting that the Lord will take good care of her. On the other hand, she often refers to me as the worrier, sometimes the planner. She always points out that I worry too much and plan too much.

However, as I began to look back, I noted that the biggest struggles in my life were placed in the most unexpected time, places and people. The hurdles were beyond my forecast, my likely scenarios and unfortunately way beyond my control. I believe that most of us had or once will be placed in an uncontrollable situation. It may be a situation of having a terminal disease like cancer, a loss of a loved one, a declaration of bankruptcy, or simply suffering from a broken heart. But whatever it is, there will be a period of awful helplessness. You can try doing all things within your power, but nothing will ever seem to work out right until you are left with one last thing to do --- that is to “let go and let God“.

I guess nature has its way to put us out of balance, out of our comfort zones, and out of our control or maybe it is also God’s way to put us back in the right path and teach us that it is not us, but He who is in control. If we truly love God, then we must let him not only in our hearts, but also in control of our lives. We must acknowledge that He indeed is the greatest planner and we must act only as faithful followers.