Little things can make such a huge difference.
The
Mystery of Life:
It
Has Meaning
By Bree R.
I
Your soul flows
throughout your body, creating an adrenaline rush you can't control.
Something inside is
happening to you, but you don't know where its coming from and why.
Just the day before you
stopped in your room and stared at the wall.
You wondered, “Is
there a meaning to life?
“I do all these
things and act like there's good behind it.
“I stop to think, and
realize I only do these things for worldly pleasure.
“But where and what
does that worldly pleasure get me?”
You realized it gets
you nothing.
So what meaning does
life have to it? you wonder.
II
Dearest friend, I
struggle with this too.
Its become a nightly
routine, lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking.
I can do this literally
for hours.
I just lay and think,
nothing else, and its as if the thoughts can't go away; can't help
themselves.
Go away!
Before I know it, its
been four hours since I crawled in bed,
Two hours since I first
got up to use the bathroom,
And half an hour since
I rolled out to get a glass of water.
Talking to you this
morning, we both realize we battled the same thing two days ago.
We know we have a
connection somehow in this situation.
But what is it?
III
I wish I could help
you, but I must straighten my own self first and foremost.
I sit in the far end of
the Sunday school class my dad teaches.
He's gifted in teaching
and the one I turn to when I need an answer.
I had a dream last
night, that same night before, and tell it to him after class.
Instead of going up to
service, we talk in the empty nursery.
And he doesn't mind.
I've always felt deep
down in my heart for her, but I tended to ignore it.
Why I had hurt feelings
for her, I will never know.
Her sister got all the
attention.
I could see why; she
was sweet, friendly, pretty, and usually happy.
Even I liked her. I
mean,
What's not to like?
But her sister was much
unlike her.
She wasn't rude or
disrespectful, she just kept to herself.
She needed more
attention.
And instead of giving
her some, I waited for somebody else to.
IV
How foolish of me.
I felt so bad I even
wondered, “Why would she want attention from me?”
My father is wise, so
brilliant.
He tells me, “Go up
to the sanctuary and after service lets out, ask her what her
favorite candy bar is.
“Then say, 'Okay,
thanks,' and walk away.”
A month ago I would
have said, “I could never do that!”
But here I am today,
grinning.
He tells me that
someone once did that to him,
He got a kick out of it
and was also blessed.
This was God speaking,
And through a dream,
too.
No, this is not a
fiction story.
V
It takes a few minutes
for my body to believe I'm not kidding myself.
And with the help of
myself chanting,
“I'm going to do it,
I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it...”
The reality kicks in.
I wait until the
chatter starts back up.
As she passes the pew
I'm in, I say her name.
And I can't believe it!
“Hey, what's your
favorite candy bar?”
“It's Reese's,”
It takes a second for
me to decide whether or not to say, “Me too!”
But before I know it
I'm blurting, “Okay, thank you!”
And twirl around to
meet my brother's request.
VI
All the rest of the day
I'm the opposite of what I was before the talk.
And I jump at every
opportunity to serve, because it makes me feel good inside.
It gives me pleasure,
but not worldly pleasure.
VII
Now I think as I tell
you face to face,
So what does this
pleasure do?
It can break the ice.
What does breaking the
ice do?
It can make friends.
What does making
friends do?
In making friends, you
gain trust and understanding.
What do you do with
trust and understanding?
You can talk freely
with each other.
What do you talk about?
You have the
opportunity to talk about your faith more freely.
When you talk about
your faith, you can lead a person to Christ.
When you both meet in
Heaven,
You can both worship
Jesus,
With a twinkle in your
eye, you glance at each other.
You spend eternity
glorifying the Lord together.
~
By
Bree R.
