Glow in the Arms of the Teary-Eyed Clouds
When he learned of my plans of going on a vacation in a nearby cheap Asian country, my father offered to pay for everything. He floated figures. But, the offer was conditional: I had to bring with me a particular person, someone the family thinks I still am into. Surrender.
I could not say it would have been easier for me to get into a connivance with her. I could have gotten her a ticket for proof purposes, then have it refunded, only to get my father’s offer. The prospect of getting the amount and spending it on a vacation with that intended second party was, however, dim.
When I was set to save up for a trip in November, a text message reached me: “Mark, how old are you? Please do not lie.” I had no clue that this simple question was already my ticket to what most call “the land of milk and honey.” Obligated, I told the truth: “26.” I received a call 2 days after that sealed my chances at getting to the US — for FREE!
Like anyone wanting to enrich his faith, there are times when I engage Him in a conversation. I reflect on why things turn out against my plans. But I always realize at the end that He has set a different path for me to take. He knows best.
If only we learn to look up and brave the teary-eyed clouds, we can find nestled up in their arms a comforting glow that assures us that there’s always the sun ready to warm us up anew. Tomorrow, if not today.
