promise heaven holds.
I woke up a bit late this morning. I didn’t get up to my dog’s barking. Turned off the alarm and pulled the covers on top of my head. My body was aching from all the dancing and the acting we did in the office last night. Practicing for Fiddler on the Roof this past week is taking its toll. I wanted to stay underneath my sheets but the voice of our director was resounding itself in my head. “If you’re only doing this to get things over with then your journey is not worth it.”
I thought to myself, how many times do I do things just because I want to get it over with. I can’t count with my two hands. There are just so many things that my whole body seems to repel especially when it doesn’t suit its fancy. But I’m finding myself more elastic to the different moments of my day now. More fluid to the unexpected changes that take over my plans.
It wasn’t that long ago where I resisted so strongly and I realized it is when I resist the flow, the more the tension persists.
So as I tired as I am today, I am now sitting on my office desk looking at the vast city view draped over with a December morning fog. Waiting for the day to pass by no matter how idle and slow. Thanking God that I am alive and I am where I am at this given moment. No matter how sleepy. No matter how groggy. No matter how bored.
I’m simply waiting for the time when trust becomes truth. When my life will reflect the promise that heaven holds.