LIVING PERFECTION

Life is not for fun. Life is not for a moment of satisfaction. Life is not a desire to fulfill themselves. But life is for God, where we find eternal life. Where can we gain eternal happiness and a love of God that was so abundant. It's hard to find a lasting happiness, and difficult to grasp in our hands. But, if we are trying earnestly to seek it, then we will easily be able to get even hold her in our arms. Winda C'mon ... conscious and open your eyes, take heart .. do not be too sad, because sadness and fear it will make you more pain and suffering. Believe me you will get an even better friend. Believe me you will get the love of God if you believe in Him. God, in the heart of this crisis, I was just leaning in Hand kuasaMu. I know I've done wrong, but God, would not you throw me from before You. Dekaplah me always Lord. Navigate me to in order to become a good son. Moreover I could humble, good for all people, care for others. And desperation knows no words! Teingat me on that dreadful night, a child sat on the veranda, with a look that is very very empty, no one could read what was implied in his heart. Truly a pointless view. But his heart moans could make no power to shut my ears. With trembling hands, I step forward to her legs. And asked why he was there. But the child did not turn away from me. He kept his eyes straight ahead. I became more and wondered why the boy did not look at me? Is he deaf? No! He is not deaf, the proof He could hear birds twittering in the ghosts that night. Is he dumb? So could not answer my question? No! He's not dumb, she hummed a little proof in the evening. Then why did he not answer me? I'm still just stared at him with a serious and critical. Had he done what a night the night? I would not give up so easily. I try to ask him once again. Still the same question, why was he there? One sec .. two seconds .. three seconds ... Finally the boy turned towards me .. with red eyes, full of puzzles. Bruises, wet, and describe the suffering he's lived this long. I am a compassionate still staring at him. Shortly thereafter he was silent: "I'm waiting for someone!" He said with a sob. Hey! Waiting for us which at this hour? I thought to myself. The boy looked at again in the future and melanjutukan reverie. But, I am afraid to question him again. My urungkan my intention to ask. I guess because the child did not want the bother. But when I was leaving, he said again: "I'm waiting for someone who is called God!". Like do not believe what I heard, also impossible if I could not hear him so clearly, the time when the atmosphere was so quiet, so my voice clearly heard. With all the question marks swirling in my head, I'm still quiet and silent. Even the tuk bernafaspun need extra energy. This kid really strange ....! I thought to myself .. without memerdulikan him again, I leave him and go into kerumahku. He was still sitting there. The next day, the same night and hour, I saw him again. Yes, he was there. He just sat there like yesterday. I do not think, he is so enthusiastic to meet the Lord. What would that make him so anxious to meet with God? With the steps that slowly but surely, I approached the child. But this time I did not see the sadness on her face. This time I see the joy on his face. Yes .. he looks happy tonight! This is weird! And I ask, why God awaits thee?. My voice is hoarse breaking her reverie. He did not look this time, but he answered the question: "because I missed with Him!". He replied softly. "But, if you're sure the Lord will come?" I asked him again. "Yes .. He is now already present! "She replied again, without her face turned to me. What? I do not see God is here, I do not see one here. That there are only two of us. Yes ... only the two of us! Somehow I do not feel afraid of him, but I actually sympathize with him. So with all my heart I say to the boy: "Okay. I will not bother you and Him. I will go into the house and let you off rindumu with him. "The boy did not answer, or respond to my words. He just stared ahead, * with a blank stare. I also left him with heavy breathing. The next night, I did not leave the house, because I'm sick. In my pain, I could just lay in my bed. I do not remember anymore with the child. My mind was absorbed in my own world. But, for whatever that suddenly made me think with him, I swiftly move from my bed and went outside the house. For some reason I want to meet with the child. Is he still sitting there? I ran and finally got here. But there was no one there. Silence ... I'm confused, why the child was not there? I looked it up and down. But the kid was not there. Has he gone home? Or is yet to come? Ah can not be ... kok boy is always there at this hour. Strange indeed, that child can not I find him there. Yes, I walked back to my house. And enter into my room .. But, I gasped in shock. For in my bed there was a letter. Letters pink, with a neat writing. I quickly read the letter. Now I'm no longer waiting on the porch of the house of God. I was beside her now. and melancholy is teobati. Now I am happy with him. Sincerely, Children in baranda home.
Bewildered I folded the letter back. And pervasive, what is the meaning of the letter. But I can not find the answer. I keep it all from others .. Even now I'm still confused with the letter, and the boy. What he really wanted to tell me? By keeping the questions in my head. I too went to bed. But, when I was sound asleep, I feel myself flying. I'm flying so high. I feel my body lighter. And I felt a soft landing in place. I drove through a place that is soft and beautiful. And suddenly, I saw the child again. Well, boy! The boy was sitting on a wooden chair, with a beautiful wicker. But this time, he no longer looked at in a vacuum. His eyes were no longer sebam, and no longer wet like usual. Even now I see, there was a smile that graced her niche. Even laughing lips. And this time, he was sitting alone, he was accompanied by a person. However, whomever that person? In the chaos in my heart, I heard the boy, called him with the title Lord! I snapped surprised ... maybe I'm in heaven now? and watch the child to heaven and sat beside the Lord ??..... with an assortment of thoughts .. I suddenly woke up from bed. I opened my eyes and adjust my breath. I realize my body is now in my bed BDI. With a smile, I understand with all these puzzles. Beginning of the child waiting alone in the dark porch, and missed the god in every life, whether in misery, and in like ambitions. He always longed for God, and wanted to see him. Not forgotten by God dikala he was glad. In her life alone, he believed the presence of God in his life. Until finally until he entered the house of the Lord ... I smiled at the boy's appearance ... the boy was found living perfection in life. And now, he gets the eternal happiness and eternal life. His whole life he sembahkan to God and entrust themselves to the power of God's love. Always be grateful with what God gave. Even the suffering he experienced in this mortal world. Well .. the child continues to believe in God, despite all the flaws in circumstances. He did not meinggalkan God in times of trials tackled. Now, I want to be like the boy. Grateful for what he had in my life. I believe God will give me a love, if I wait and wait iklas would sincerely hope that the Lord gave this to me. Despite the doubts I always mensanksikan love and the love of God. Well I have to thank God, and believe me He's close. Although etched deep wound in my heart. Here I was humming a little to him who always longed for in my life ..
Evening star told him, I want to paint sinarmu in his heart. Morning dew tell him, let me embrace tightly bound when cold. Convey to him the evening star, I want to paint sinarmu in his heart, Dew in the morning to tell her, let me cool time bound tightly folded arms. Do thou, O heavens, and I want to see her face. I'll put the most beautiful ornaments space just for himself. I created this nostalgic song, just for fairy ahtiku beloved Although only a simple tone, let me express all the feeling and longing.