God is always by your side, and he always sends you signs to light your path. The light is always there, for he is the light. Remember that the light shines brighter in the dark. Go ahead, step out of your darkness, and step into the light.
Mi hijo se encuentra perdido, pero yo se donde esta. Por mas que lo intento, aceptar esta verdad, me duele y me cuesta. En su niñez le fallé, pues en él, nunca inculque nuestra fe. Como él lo esta hoy, en sus primeros años de vida, yo lo estaba. Nunca me enfoque en mi fe, porque siempre trabajaba.
Para mi, hoy las cosas han cambiado. Me encuentro feliz y contento porque el camino de Dios, finalmente he encontrado. Por caminar de la mano de Dios, por muchos seres queridos, y muchos mas desconocidos, soy muy criticado. Eso no me importa, pues en recuperar a mi hijo, yo estoy enfocado.
Con el tiempo, los caminos de la vida, muchas cosas me han enseñado. Me tardé, pero finalmente entiendo que nunca debo perder la esperanza, y siempre debo estar firme en mi fe. Mi hijo se encuentra perdido, y donde él hoy se encuentra, solo yo se.
Por mi culpa, por mi culpa, por mi gran culpa, hoy mi hijo se encuentra perdido. Yo soy el culpable de que en su fe, desde niño ha vivido confundido. En mas de una ocasión, he recibido noticias de que para obtener droga, él su cuerpo ha vendido.
De su salvación, hoy mas que nunca, yo estoy convencido. En mi nuevo camino, la esperanza recuperé, acepte mi culpa, y nuevamente descubrí mi fe. Si, mi hijo se encuentra perdido, y donde él hoy se encuentra, solo yo se.
El tiempo de la reunion ha llegado, pues Dios me ha iluminado. En mis oraciones, Dios me recuerda que por predicar su palabra, siempre seré criticado. Aún así, el camino directo a mi hijo, con claridad, hoy Dios me ha revelado.
Si, mi hijo se encuentra perdido, pero Dios escuchó mis oraciones, y me dijo que tome el camino. Me avisó que mi hijo ha sanado, y que mientras él me espera, todas las noches dice, “por mi, mi madre finalmente vino.”
For as long as I can remember, I have lived a life of darkness. A life that only seemed to exist in a tunnel, which was always cold and dark. For years, I was told that the scar behind my neck was a birthmark. I now know better. It’s their brand, a manmade flesh mark.
Today, everything changed. I saw Jesus Christ, and he said, “My child, you have been ordained.” I thought I was dreaming, for in my dark tunnel, a bright star was gleaming. “How can this be?,” I asked myself. This is impossible. It was not. His voice was angelic, and definitely audible.
Had I unknowingly been seeking Jesus in my moments of sorrow and pain? I now know that it was him who stopped the bleeding when I was abandoned and left for dead in the rain. I’m not the same person. The darkness, sorrow and pain, no longer exist in my brain.
“My child, you have been ordained.” I can still hear his words. I’m not sure what this means, but I do know that I no longer find myself in darkness. I must confess, my heart tells me that my new life, begins with forgiveness.
As I lay here, full of anguish and pain, I think of all I have done, solely for my personal gain.
I think of my mother, who has her own pain. At times I do wonder, if visiting me, increases her pain, or perhaps brings her fear. One thing I know, I wish she were here. Sitting beside me, sharing her pain and expressing her fear.
My mind and body, are awakened by pain. Trying to sleep, I start counting sheep. Wanting to weep, but unwilling to cry, more times than not, I wish I would die.
My flesh wounds are deep. My emotional ones are deeper. Many nights have passed, when I see the Grim Reaper. No time for that. No time for that.
My existence is real, and I am here for a reason. I fight every day, and like a good soldier, I don’t commit treason. I ride every day. Time after time, beaten and bruised, I am dethroned from my saddle. Day after day, in this thing called life, I continue to battle.
I appear to be healthy, but I am broken inside. Today was divine, and I did see the sign. For God sent an Angel, to pray by my side. Signs from God have been many, all of which I’ve ignored. No time for that. No time for that.
What other signs will come? Will there even be any? Perhaps at least one? Was my Angel correct? Was this my last one?
As I bathe in my sorrow, I think of tomorrow. What will life hold, should I choose to change? What if I don’t? Will I live from spare change? No time for that. No time for that.
I know it’s not easy but the choice is mine. When I seek God’s help, he sends many signs. He invites me to dinner, and he always serves wine. Once I accept, I know in my heart, that I will be fine.
In silence, I tell myself “Help yourself out. God will be with you, day in and day out.” I will make time for that. I must make time for that.
