Starring Jeanie as her good ol' self

Now for the main event (how strange, this is my 100th blog post)…

A little past 2am, I give Jean a call. I’m not exactly sure why I called her. Maybe I just needed someone to talk to, or “whine” to for that matter. Yuck! I don’t like whiny things. Anyhow, bluntly put, she is one of the reasons why I’m so spry and out of that god-forsaken hospital earlier than expected.

Over a 3 hour conversation, I pour out what I have to say and vice versa. And it feels nice to have someone that you can identify yourself with. For all my piousness, I am essentially a sinner and rather backslidden Christian. The lures of the world have proved difficult to resist. But last night, I was somewhat rejuvenated. The spark ignited. And for that split moment, I was truly edified. I felt closer to God than ever before. And while I have always prayed, maybe out of routine and hypocrisy, when someone says they don’t know where they’d end up tomorrow if they died, it’s a very scary thing. Especially if that person means a lot to you, it’s as she said “too close for comfort”. Physical health is one thing, but it is still temporary. Spiritual health is for eternity. And that night as I knelt down and prayed, I felt daddy God tell me Jean would be alright. God loves her infinitely and cares for her no matter whether she can repent or not. It’s not up to her to do anything, because even at the apex of our human holiness, we are still flaw-filled. His love is more than sufficient and all encompassing. Granted, we all love sin and there are a lot of times where we tell God “just stay out”. We all want selective obedience instead of a life of total submission, don’t we? And while we slip and stumble around in the dark, do realize we never fall simply because God keeps us up. And once this is in place, no one can take it away. I was extremely reassured of that last night that God has the both of us tightly in His grip and He’s not about to let go. No no. That explains my speedy recovery. That explains my elation.

I walk around today with a little spring in my step (err... not literally). I smile to myself. I grin at the birds. I praise and thank God for Jean, for her mere presence in my life, for lifting me up where the line between death and life were blurred, for listening to me and for her words of encouragement.

I hope none of you readers would come to realize the value of life only in a dire time of need. You don’t want to be in my position trust me. But sometimes, when life is rosy, we tend to forget our roots. We tend to shut people out and especially so God. And alone, you can’t always get yourself back on track. But with a dear friend, when you pour your hearts out, God sees 2 lost idiots and does a good work. Now, who says 2 wrongs don’t make a right?

I will never forget last night, or the way Jean told me to lift my chin up higher. Higher. Higher. I am deeply moved and immensely gratified. I owe her one. A big, big one. :)

This is for you:

“And I shall give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand.” - John 10v28


<---- Miss Protagonist. She’s beautiful in so many ways, isn’t she? *wink*