Worth the Wait

Self-made poems. Some people think they’re boring or a little weird. But it’s funny and interesting how my roommate and I found a common hobby when we got to talk one rainy Sunday afternoon. We realized we both enjoyed writing poems and what have you when we were younger. Laughter filled the room as we figured out we both even wrote poems for our crushes! 😀 But that’s history now. 😀 Let me share one poem I made in high school, though:

A room was full with people

Wonderful music filled the hall

A smile was in everyone’s face

‘Twas one of the extraordinary days

Filled with the spirit of happiness

The people did not fail to express

The joy of being together in that occasion

Everyone was happy, and the band played on

But now all the cheers were gone

The party’s over, the occasion’s done

And all that’s left was one man

Who, before, spent time with everyone

Yet, as he plays the keyboard

The burdens of his heart began to unload

As he plays the music he used to play

The tears say all that he longed to say

Deep inside he’s been dying

But nobody knew what he’s longed to say

Behind the happy mask was the real him

Crying of the pain that so long bruised him

After some time he rose

Wiped his tears and set aside his woes

Then, he went out to face the world

Put on his mask an drew strength to hold

Behind the Mask

As I browsed through my old notes and remembered the years long gone, I realize that a lot of things have passed and changed during those four years I stayed in college. People have come and gone in my life. I learned new things, I forgot some. Definitely I made new discoveries. I grew and became a better person.

Now, I’m entering a new stage in life. They say this is the real world–the world of work. This is where all the practicing and preparing end, and the real stuff come around. They say it’s where ideals rarely exist and feeling real good is something one can hardly afford.

And right now, it feels just that way. It’s so easy to fall into thinking that high standards and great expectations would do me no good. They just seem too high to reach.

But His Word keeps on telling me not to live by what I see or feel, but on what His promises say. He says that everything I go through is according to His plans for me, and no matter what, I am at the center of His will. So if it is my faithful Friend and All-Knowing Mentor who’s telling me to trust Him, I’d gladly do so.

So I’m not gonna lower my standards but keep expecting the best–yes, waiting for the best–as I give my best and become what He has intended me to be. If what’s destined for me is His best, then sure enough, it’s going to be worth the wait.


But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired,
they walk and don’t lag behind.

Isa 40:31, Msg


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