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I don't want to be LEFT BEHIND

Last Sunday, I finished reading a Christian fiction book (courtesy of sister C) entitled LEFT BEHIND. It's about the rapture.

It was sure scary.

Imagine if all your loved-0nes were taken by God and you were left behind to experience all that was written in the book of revelation : World War III, the coming of the anti-Christ, plague, great earthquake and that's to name a few. The thing is, being left behind, without all the catastrophe is painful enough. I, for one, don't want to see my loved-ones' clothes in the bed but without their bodies in it. I don't want them to disappear before my eyes. Don't get me wrong that I don't want them to experience the power of God's love, it is just that --- I want to be with them.

After reading the book, I examined my life at the moment. What is it that will make God decide to leave me? Oh, I am not a good person, I am not the Christian that I want to be, I pray for convenience, I am lazy. So many things has hindered my personal relationship with the Lord.

"Ey, Lord, be contented with the time that I spend with you!"

W-what? How can I say that to Him? But, that is exactly what is happening. With all the rush in my life, I made Him seat in the backseat thinking I can always look back and ask Him to seat in front. But, it has been a long time since I asked Him to. It has been a long time since I asked Him to guide me in my life. You see I made myself believe that I am WONDER WOMAN. Wonder Wife whom her husband will love for the rest of our lives. Wonder Mom because I feed, bathe, clothe my daughter. Wonder Daughter because I contribute. Wonder Friend because I send them occassional emails, sms and talk to them when there are parties. How could I let myself believe all that crap?!?

My resolution. I will take it one day at a time. I want to change. I don't want to be left behind.

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