This is a segment of my life, when I was just about 5 years old. At this time, my family moved from rice fields down by a river,
upwards to a mountain slope above the valley. It was beautiful land, full of trees and vegetation, everything we needed to restart
our lives. But before we can claim the land for our family, we had to clear trees and prove that it was being developed. As then we
could go to city hall and apply for ownership.
My father and my older siblings started clearing the land with a lot of hard work. And then the rest of us came, and we started to
plant different types of fruits. And soon the land became almost a â€˜paradiseâ€™. It was so bountiful and beautiful.
But there was something wrong, my father had this dislike of me, or resentment, even though I was the hardest working of all my
brothers and sisters. I could sense it and feel it. He didnâ€™t say it but usually I was the only one, he commanded to do things. I
did what I was told to do, but it never seemed enough to him. This even though the others hardly did anything. They had it good.
And yet, if there was anything wrong, it was usually me that got in trouble for it. This even though I didnâ€™t cause it. So
usually I got the WRATH of my father, and when I got it, I got it good. Some times I felt sore all over. And sometimes I could see
the bleeding and the cuts on my skin. And when this happened, I usually ran into my little place where I can hide and there I
would cry and cry.
I could not cry in front of my father, I took it just like an adult. But when he was done with me and let me leave. Then I ran as
fast as my little feet could run and hid in my little heaven. A little place of refuge I built for just me. Outside its small opening,
there was a little termite mound. They usually make a good mound, sometimes they are huge but this one is just right for me to
There up above, I could sit and look up at the sky, sometimes it happen in the night just before the sunset, so I can watch the
setting of the sun and the colors. I thought it was so beautiful and so nice. I sat there for hours, talking to Jesus, and just listening.
I wished I could just sit there till the Lord will take me but then He never did. I said to my self, â€œIf I can only survive till the
next day I will be fine.â€�
As the nights always haunted me all the time, for I was always looking forward to the new day. As if it came, then I would know
I had survived. No one ever tried looking for me in the evenings, so I just stayed there, I only went inside my little house when I
heard this chirping of birds, which in my country usually meant the witches were out.
When I heard them, I climbed down from my little mound and went inside. There I would stay until the next day. I usually waited
till dawn to go back to the house so I won't get in trouble again. I don't like the night but I will always look forward to the NEW
DAWN. To me it gives me the promise for the new day. Even if it meant, I had to face what ever may come again. I had no choice
other than face my father. I can only breath if he is away, but with each day, I had hope.
Anyhow, I thought I might share this to you all, for even though our lives seem impossible and it may seem as if we can't go on,
don't forget to wait for the new dawn for there HIS promise awaits us. Don't give up. When the darkest hour of our lives sets in,
don't give up, there is always a new dawn awaiting us all.
God bless and may He keep us under His WINGS.
Psa 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Psa 30:7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong:
Psa 30:8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
Psa 30:9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Psa 30:10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
Psa 30:11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Psa 30:12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God,
I will give THANKS unto thee FOREVER.