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Tuesday, August 07, 2012

I Called, You Answered

There are exciting times and there are miserable times. In both circumstances people usually go to their faith to rejoice or to seek consolations. We often forgot, though, about the times in between the two, which at times I relate to the "Ordinary Times" in the Catholic Church calendar. They are as important as the two extremes, mainly because they do take the bulk of our lives, and even when we don't feel as such, they are the times when our faith is tested. It is in the daily grind of life that our consistency is tried, our endurance is stretched. 

The question of what is next usually pops up in my mind. When you are driving on a very long highway, if you use a GPS, you can cheat and see what is after "drive forward for a thousand miles". You kind of sigh knowing that all you do for hours will just be holding the wheel and keeping our foot on the gas pedal. However, you know that there will be and end where you finally exit and turn, and do other maneuvers. Life, unfortunately doesn't go that way. You can't really predict what will come after, even when you have planned ahead. That's what makes it exciting. The catch is, there will be some long highways here and there.

The good news is, in that effort to be consistent and to endure, and in the midst of active waiting through the highways, you know that Your God is doing the same. The difference is, He is doing it in His perfect grace; the perfect version of what we aspire to do. 

I've been listening a lot to this song called: Came to My Rescue by Hillsong. I love acoustic songs, so I listen to the cover of it instead by Heather Jansenn. For two days it's been my lullaby before I sleep. In the chorus, it says "I called, You answered", and for me it's a simple striking truth that is just very calming. Many people in your life will not answer you, whether because they are busy, they don't hear you, they just can't get to the phone, etc. And you do the same to other people. 

But, for Him, my call is priority. He is consistently there, in the two extremes of my life, and in the dry spell, in the "ordinary time". It really is as simple as: I call and he answers. 

Anytime, anywhere. Everytime, everywhere. Unending until the end.

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