You see it, or you think you do, for one moment, and the moment slips by. It is as if you are worthy of some prize, that you have earned some blessing. You search the pathways where you have traveled, see where they go, wonder which of these you have chosen correctly, and which ones to take in the coming days. There is so much hope. But there is then the true test: when the prize does not come, when the blessing is as much a curse, if not moreso, what does our heart seize onto? Do we anger, do we despair, do we imagine that the world has lied to us and hate what we once loved? You may give up, and move on to another thing, or you may press on despite setback, but there is to be measured in us a mystery called faith: to have it, it is worth more than whatever prize, better than the blessing you thought you wanted. Sometimes, we are made to fail, for true faith is not known without adversity — trials where we may find we lose the prize, but where instead, we gain a soul.
JASMINE
8:29pm sunday, 2nd may
I FOUND THIS SITE YESTERDAY,& AS I WAS
READING THE ENTRIES,EACH ONE HAS TOUCHED MY HEART.THE ENTRIES ARE SO
BEAUTIFUL,& EXPRESS SO MUCH, I FEEL
THEM IN MY SOUL.THANK YOU SO MUCH
FOR SHARING THE BEAUTIFUL EMOTIONS &
WORDS.
JASMINE