Microwaved Prayers

I lift up my head and gaze upon the sunny skies
Trying to look for sign that my father in heaven is right there with me
I shuffle my feet around and find myself standing at a very good spot
Where my father has place me in

I ask him, Why is my prayer not being answer yet
He kept silent and smile
He lift out his hands and say take them
but there was nothing in his hands
What am I suppose to take?

He said, your life, your joy, your faith, your miracle
Take them

But Lord, there's nothing in your hands
I just want my prayer answered
He smile and said
No prayer can be microwaved into a reality
It takes faith and time to tell

Take them, take them... He said.
And as I step close to him, I then realize that
It was his hands that he wanted me to.




I'm sorry if I sounded Down on my previous post? They were mere expression of my teenage angst? HAHA! To be honest, I feel detached from everything around me, family and friends and God. I don't really know why? It seems like the harder I tried the harder it gets. I seek understanding from the people around me but I don't get any, even my closest friend Fred seems distant now.

I don't really know what God wants to do in my life right now, though he has been gracious to me thus far. But I have a feeling that I'm at a phase, or a season where I am bound to be lonely? So that all I could have, all I can count on is God himself.

I must learn how to praise him even when my world is silent and quiet. I need to learn to enjoy my faith because my father has promise me abundance of blessings from him. I need to learn to have him and only him in my heart. AMEN.

This post is dedicated to Edmond. Appreciate it, really do.