Haaa.....Brazil is a beautiful city and I haven't even tried to go out and explore it's streets and cities. I just see the Lord's statue and Jesus is really mighty huge and proud above there I can't seem to reach him with my touch. Hmm...how can people reach a God who is in heaven and can help the poor and suffering when his arms are spread but no one bothers to extend it here, now. We, as servants of God are the ones who do the extra mile for these little ones and sometimes we get no thank yous and more often than not, get ridiculed by common people and non-religious groups or leaders since they couldn't get votes or money out of us. We In turn needs benefactors to help us and that can be a burden to some political leaders and governments. Why we ask private companies or organizations to provide for aid and international funds raised for our foundations and communities across the globe.
I never once doubted God's providence and this is something that I grew up with since at a very young age I was offered to Jesus so I can live and grow old healthily.
Yet, why is it that something or someone is missing in me or my heart. As if I needed this feeling, love, maybe, or a person that I want to cling to or be inspired to do what I do gladly and motivate me to serve God better? I long for that soul, the fire, the fresh air and romance, maybe...ahhh...romantic love which in my case is impossible since I am a servant of God. Though just a lay person I know I can fall in love but I still am looking for the One. The perfect.....ahhh
Sister Beca, what are you thinking? Aha, your boyfriend maybe, or me?, Hehe!, Sister Paula suddenly pooped right in front of me while breathing the air in the front lawn of the community building where the sisters are planting seeds of potatoes I think. Kids from St. Victoria's Angels orphanage helped in the process.
Ah, sister Paula, it's you again! So, you have a crush on me! You won't go nowhere with that feeling cause I don't fall in love with girls plus I have never fallen in love with anyone before just our Lord!, I added and smiling.
Aha, then this will be your first, me, hehe!, Sister Paula said and hugged me trying to kiss me on the cheek.
Sister Paula, stop it, what are you doing? Stop messing around, I said pushing the naughty sister and stopping her from kissing me again.
The sisters at the back who are planting seeds and others teaching the kids to prepare the dirt to place the tiny seeds in and bury them, saw us and laughed. It is another fun and fruitful day. I know it'll be another fun- filled day tomorrow. I bet.
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WARRIORS (MVManalo)
Historical FictionHit it hard, haaayy....we've been practicing for hours, God knows what, you still can't figure out where I'll pitch the ball? Tsk!!!, one girl said to another while preparing to throw the almost shredded cream looking ball mostly because of the dirt...
