Thursday, November 02, 2006

Birthday Wishes

Yahooooo~! Birthday is coming… Well, actually not really. The little mouse looked at her calendar and counted the number of days to go. As much as she enjoys the celebration, she definitely would not want to be “another year older”. She looked at her birth date. She leaned closer and whispered, “Take your own sweet time, ok. There is no rush, so don’t hurry”. She winked at her birth date, as if it can really hear her!

The little mouse certainly has gone through a number of birthdays. Now, there, several does not mean plentiful or numerous or abundance. So, don’t you think she’s that old!!

She could still remember each and every birthday wishes she made. Every time before she blows her birthday candles, she will, never fail, make a wish. When she was just a wee little mouse, she always wished for more toys! Electronic choo-choo train. Beautiful, gorgeous dolls. Soft and cuddly plushies. Everything a child ever wants!

Then, before she ever knew, she had grown out of it. Entered, the “not-a-child-not-yet-an-adult” episode. Woo~! Was her mind confused. She did not know what she really wants.

More pocket-money to equip her with popularity?
Streets of secret admirers singing Paul Anka’s “Put your head on my shoulder”?
Exam grades that will certainly turn Albert Einstein green in envy?
More attention from peers, friends, family and even strangers?
Aladdin’s genie in the lamp to grant her 3 wishes?
A wish to grant her another 3 wishes?

But her heart was locked on one and only one thing. This “thing” is not rare, but yet very hidden. Not apparent but yet fills the entire ambience. Cannot be eaten nor drink, but can be taste and felt. Many think it’s small, silly and shy, but it is definitely the mightiest of all.

Kings and knights and warriors hunt for it. But no war can conquer it. Rich merchants and noblemen offered their precious wealth for it. But it cannot be traded with gold and silver. Swashbucklers cross the seven seas, climb every mountain and walk every valley in search of it. But not in caves and canyons it’s found, but at your very own doorstep.

Wooh~ sound a bit too exaggerating, doesn’t it? Well, at least this is what the little mouse thinks of it. It was none other than…. *drum rolls please*... LOVE!

Got you there! What were you thinking anyway?

Every birthday, without fail, she would say in her little heart, “I wish for LOVE”. However, she did not know why she wished for such vague and all-embracing subject. And how is she going to know that her wish has come true? Nevertheless, she did not bother for the details.

She tilted her head up. There must be at least a dozen of birthday wishes on love. “You listened to every single one of them, didn’t You?” she smiled. She felt that He smiled and nodded.

“Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. For You, the Holy One, had always and will always listen to my every wish, prayer and tears. Even when I had not known You. Or even when I refused to believe in You. And rebelled every of Your word and Your ways. You will, still, listen to my birthday wishes. Every year, without fail. And You bestow that little wish of mine. How blind can I be? That Love… was, is and will be… standing in front of me, arms stretch out wide, ready to give its heart out.

How wonderful! You knew this wish of mine, before I was even born. And grant it in abundance. You are always standing in front of my doorstep, regardless of the rain or the sun. Day and night. Waiting for me to open my door. Now that I have opened, I finally realized. That Love is You, and You are Love. And I’ve got You! My wish came true!

So for the next birthday, instead of wishing the same wish, I would like to say Thank You. For You, had and always will be, by my side. Listening this little mouse’s birthday wish and granting it even she felt she does not deserved it…

Thank you Lord, for Your everlasting Love.

I love You, too…”


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