Archive for May, 2009

My Short Story


Actually I can’t really explain who I am, without first telling you who I was:
One day, when I was 7 years-old, my mom go sick. I thought it was just flu, but the weird thing was, I had never seen anyone undergo a surgery because of flu, so I wasn’t too sure what exactly it was. In spite of it all that, everything was okay; the important thing was that after the surgery, she was fine again.

My mom worked a lot, in fact I only saw her twice a day: in the morning when I woke up to go to school and at night when I waited for her to come back home. I loved her and I still do. I was a good daughter, not a perfect one, but a good one. There was also something about her that always amazed me. Even though, she had a lot of problems to deal with, there was always something that comforted her that I didn’t know about.

When I was 13 years old, she got that flu that I told you about before again, and I found out that it wasn’t a simple flu, but it was a really dangerous cancer. It was a scary year for my family.

Now, I can tell you who I was: I was a frightened girl, that didn’t want anyone to see that deep down; I was very sad and afraid of the future. I went through an entire year afraid of talking to my mother and looking her in the eye, because I didn’t want to hear the truth. I avoided it as much as I could. Instead, I preferred to live in my private world. It was hard seeing that woman who was so strong crying like a child.

In December, during school vacation, my mom stayed at home with me and for the first time we were having a mother-daughter relationship. It was then, during this short, but unforgettable period, that I could see who comforted her, and why she had that peace. In January of 2004, she died. However, she gave me a present before she left. She introduced me to a person who would substitute her.

Now I can tell you who I am today. This person my mother introduced me to, showed me real love, in spite of the fact that I ignored Him my whole life. He showed me that He wanted me in His family, and even if I didn’t want to live anymore because of everything that had happened, He was still willing to live for me. I just needed to let Him move me. It’s like a great friend of mine once said: I found a treasure!

Today, I’m very different. I don’t need to hide anything anymore because He wants me as I am so He can change me to the way He needs me. Now I have a purpose: To cooperate with a great family of many children, just like Him. I don’t live, I let Him live for me. I’ve learned that it’s necessary that He grows in me and that I become smaller and smaller everyday.

His name is Jesus, and what did He do? He died for me and gave me a brand new life. What do I have now? Peace and a hope that moves me day by day, grace by grace. What fills me? A wonderful love, which changed my heart into a thankful one. What Am I doing to thank Him? Living for him, and doing His will.

I’m not a very interesting person, you may not want to know me but I guarantee you that He is!I don’t know how to write very well, I’m not a journalist, or a writer, but I am a disciple, and one that wants to magnify His name with all that I have.