RESTORATION

 Day by day, we probably lose something. And a lot of time, we don't even know it. For instance, I could say at least we lose the clarity of a memory as days pass by. Even your most cherished moment is not as clear as when it happened when you recount it. But really, we don't need the clarity of our memories restored because it's just a natural thing that a thing of the past can't be as clear as what is happening presently and right in front of you.

   It however does gets amusing when the thing you claim to love is lost and you have no idea, not to talk of a way of getting it back. And that's why I like to think we probably don't cherish that that we claim to cherish as much.

     Miriam laid on her bed, straightening and bending her left knee as she attempted to find a comfortable position. The throbbing pain in her left knee was still there, even though she had just finished her 10pm prayer session. Usually, that particular pain was a way of creating consciousness of God for her, and so whenever the pain came, she took out enough time to pray. This time however, the pain persisted. Maybe this was to bring her consciousness to something else.

   She settled for straightening the leg, not that the pain reduced in any way, she'll just have it that way. Miriam sighed weakly, it was a pretense sigh, she wasn't thinking of anything enough to make her sigh anyway. She closed her eyes and asked "God, what am I missing?" She hadn't intended to ask that, buh it brought her attention to the fact that something was missing, or maybe misplaced, it could have as well been lost.

   Miriam sat up. When she was confused this way, all she needed sometimes was her pen and colorful jotter. She looked beside her pillow, her red bible was on top of other pile of books. See looked through them, her colorful jotter wasn't there and it occurred to her that she hadn't even seen that jotter in almost 4 months, and how on earth didn't she notice? She did have a ton of jotters and many more that she hadn't started using yet, buh her colorful jotter wasn't something she should misplace. It was always either by her pillow or in her work bag. Now she remembered opening her bag at work and the jotter wasn't there.

   Miriam climbed down her bed and went to her reading table. She searched through the books and through another table that had just books on it, still, it wasn't there.

    Miriam thought of the things she had written in her colorful jotter, she'd most definitely need the book in her lifetime. Buh how did she not know it was gone? Was she too at peace to see the hardships of life and so forgot she had to document how she overcame each time? Her overcoming stories would all point back to God all the way, was she nonchalant since the ending was going to be same? Was she too relaxed with herself now that she forgot to go through her plans for the future, the ones she had made with God and written down in her colorful jotter?

   Miriam sighed for real this time. She could feel the pain on her knee disappear slowly. That was it. She had lost something, and all she had to do was at least come to a realization first.

     Coincidental enough, she had a prayer meeting the night before, and a prayer point she focused on quite well was one of God doing everything in all means to restore her back in any way she might be out of His Will.

    The pain was definitely a recalling for her. She had to return to her first way of recording God's daily faithfulness and the plans for the future she planned together with God.


 Revelation 2:5a

Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works

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