THE SEED
By sis MJ
It’s reminiscing time.
Together with my co-participants, I was on our much awaited graduation day in CLP. We were busy practicing our on-the-spot choral (a sort of) presentation. We’re excited. We’re nervous. And we have this big question mark in our heads with what this dedication really means until the hand of the clock stops on our very own time. We’ve got to move on. We went to the presentation area and there we were, together with our young voice singing “The Potter’s Hand”. It’s effortless compared to what other chapter had prepared.
“It’s now my time to do my service… because God had chosen me to do this mission.”
Now, let’s get back to the present.
I cannot believe that I will be given this responsibility of being an Assistant Facilitator for sisters. Yes, I am not a participant anymore. It’s now my time to do my service. Not because our Team Head had required me to, but because God had chosen me to do this mission. It was not a payment; it was actually a fruit, the fruit that could provide me a seed.
Apart from being a new member, I know in my heart that I’m still on the process like a seed on its nurturing stage. There I was seeing myself joining a prayer meeting, sharing my-whole-self with my brothers and sisters, breaking the crust of my comfort zone, praying and worshiping our Lord, sharing in front of our newly CLP participants, singing praise songs joyfully and full of love, giving my smile to everyone while saying, “Hello, Bro/Sis!” or “Bro/Sis, it’s nice to see you again here!”, and above all, touching other people’s lives. These heartfelt ingredients keep me going. They keep the seed grow more with love.
“…they built the best in me…
they helped me grew…”
And now, it’s our dedication day, the graduation day, but not ours. It’s our participants that made this possible. From then, I just realized how much my facilitator undergone when I graduated last CLP. I could feel it, a happy feeling more than ever.
I noticed that the seed started to show its bright, dynamic green leaves. They’re now coming! The participants didn’t know how much they built the best in me, how much they helped me grew from that seed, how much they shared their personal lives that deeply hollowed out the real me, how much they taught me everything and how much I appreciate and love them all.
“I had this feeling of addiction for Him…
I don’t want to stop…”
After all the graduates’ presentations, we started to do worship. I was thirsty, badly thirsty of worshiping Him. I didn’t know exactly what I look like on that night, but I was pretty much sure that I have my eyes intensely closed, my hands were lifting high as if I was reaching my Highness, and my voice doing breathtaking singing with praise for Him. I wanted to shout because I really sensed His presence. I wanted to cry because I saw this dazzling light that envisioned my Lord’s face smiling back to me. And I wanted to jump for joy. I don’t care whether I have these guys beside me because I was then more focused to whom was in front of me, to my Lord. To be honest, I had this feeling of addiction for Him. I just felt like I didn’t want to stop the night.
We were walking then when I took a deep breath. My best friend asked me, “Are you tired already?” I answered him bubbly with “No.” He’s confused and told me that it was the sign that I am already tired. Why would I say no if I was really feeling it? He got the point but I just smiled and said, “I am in a high spirit right now.” Maybe my body was tired but deep within me; my soul was still dancing for joy. I just told myself, “I will never get tired serving Him.”
