I wrote this when I was 15
Lord, I'm just another teenager,
With my own aspirations and dreams.
To glorify You in my studies,
Yet serve You with all of my being.
I need to know my meaning in life,
Your purpose for calling me.
I long for You to use my life,
For You to set me free.
Let me recall how great You were,
and just how great You can be.
To do mighty things with and in my life,
To set more people free.
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I just had a long talk with mom and dad. I haven't had such a heart-to-heart talk with them for a long time. Talked about life, about my work, about finding my position in church, finding my purpose, about relationships, about family.
I don't think I've shared so openly with them for such a long time. Maybe it was many things that were suppressed that needed to be shared. I don't know.
Considering that I'm going through a fair bit myself at this point, many transitions at work and at church and struggles with faith, hope and love, it hasn't been too easy. There are many questions swimming around, most of which I don't have any answers to.
And at the end of our conversation, my dad took out a piece of paper that he had found in one of his Bibles that I had once used for my own self-study. It was the paper on which I had written that prayer, that prose, that poem (all mashed into one) many years ago when I was just 15 or 16. And he said: 'I hope this can help you find yourself again and your position in life.'
Wow. Finding myself again. I look back and I wonder how much I've lost or given up along the way.
Many people often look back at their own histories and stand in wonder at how much has changed. For me, I read this little passage and I'm amazed at how little things have changed. I still crave excellence in the things I do, I still long to give my life and my heart to serve God and His people, I still long to find the meaning in my life, long to know His purpose for me.
And I long to see people set free. Free from their own inner struggles and having peace within themselves, free from the judgmental eyes of the Church and embracing the loving arms of Christ, free from the pain of loneliness and lovelessness, free from poverty and mess, free from inner ugliness.. Free.
I still long for my life to be significant, for my life to do great things.
What will my life be? Oh how I long not to waste it.
Don't waste it, Liren, don't waste it.
With my own aspirations and dreams.
To glorify You in my studies,
Yet serve You with all of my being.
I need to know my meaning in life,
Your purpose for calling me.
I long for You to use my life,
For You to set me free.
Let me recall how great You were,
and just how great You can be.
To do mighty things with and in my life,
To set more people free.
____________________________
I just had a long talk with mom and dad. I haven't had such a heart-to-heart talk with them for a long time. Talked about life, about my work, about finding my position in church, finding my purpose, about relationships, about family.
I don't think I've shared so openly with them for such a long time. Maybe it was many things that were suppressed that needed to be shared. I don't know.
Considering that I'm going through a fair bit myself at this point, many transitions at work and at church and struggles with faith, hope and love, it hasn't been too easy. There are many questions swimming around, most of which I don't have any answers to.
And at the end of our conversation, my dad took out a piece of paper that he had found in one of his Bibles that I had once used for my own self-study. It was the paper on which I had written that prayer, that prose, that poem (all mashed into one) many years ago when I was just 15 or 16. And he said: 'I hope this can help you find yourself again and your position in life.'
Wow. Finding myself again. I look back and I wonder how much I've lost or given up along the way.
Many people often look back at their own histories and stand in wonder at how much has changed. For me, I read this little passage and I'm amazed at how little things have changed. I still crave excellence in the things I do, I still long to give my life and my heart to serve God and His people, I still long to find the meaning in my life, long to know His purpose for me.
And I long to see people set free. Free from their own inner struggles and having peace within themselves, free from the judgmental eyes of the Church and embracing the loving arms of Christ, free from the pain of loneliness and lovelessness, free from poverty and mess, free from inner ugliness.. Free.
I still long for my life to be significant, for my life to do great things.
What will my life be? Oh how I long not to waste it.
Don't waste it, Liren, don't waste it.
It is heartening to finally see U post something at a deeper and personal level. Hope you will find your bearings. Yet again. :)