Calling

If it is a calling, it hits you so hard.
Like a beam of rays, it targets your heart.
You are convicted by its success
So, you put down your every tool, pick up your cross and follow the King.

If it is a calling, it hits you hard.
So unexpectedly, it criss-crosses your path
At the crack of dawn,
When you are feeding your soul
And your spirit is at ease
And your mind is peacefully asleep,
It creeps in like a ghost.
And requires you to sacrifice your comfort to serve others
And to go the extra mile
So that your joy can be fulfilled
And your happiness restored.

If it is a calling, it hits you hard.
Your soul exclaims, “Lord, why me?”
That bystander seems more deserving
The neighboring land is greener but your soil is barren
The blue skies above your Sahara do not promise the lightest raindrop

It is Humbling!

And even more puzzling
That the God who cares for the beasts of the jungle
Has His eye on the smallest ant in the universe also.

If it is a calling, it hits you hard.
The old ways do not work anymore.
You will have to be dead to your original self
And be alive to a new life
So, you breathe out old air
For new air has to easily diffuse into your soul
Because there is a new journey ahead of you.

If it is a calling, it hits you hard.
Family, friends and even strangers question your choice.
But the truth of the matter is rather bitter sweet.
Because it is not your own decision.
You are a mere selection out of the lot by the Almighty.
So, even you, do not have the slightest inkling.

If it is a calling, it hits you so so hard!
Like the death of a cherished someone
It is truly painful.
You are criticized, mocked, and greatly doubted.
You are a babe in the eyes of men
But to the one who chose you, you are the apple of His eye.
He awaits the completion of the task

And He shows up right in the nick of time!


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~By Trudy-Elsie
10-23-09
3:28pm