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I kinda promised myself I will be sleeping early this time to make up for my late night (or early morning) work last night (the other night). Also, I plan to wake up and start early tomorrow (now called "later") since I am madly typing this in my mobile phone at 1:24am. I just need to really quickly put this down. Like I also partly mentioned in my previous article, it is mostly during late nights (early morning) that I have thought spills. Will have this posted later because I am too lazy to find any lead image just yet. So type, save, sleep, wake up, find a lead image - some photo that jumps up telling me to pick it and finally click that publish button. Then go about with my intention to start early at work all because I have to catch up with my deliverables.
Anyway. I had this flashback from missing Sunday after service hang outs. Or even just the random meet ups me and friends from church do. Years back, me and my friends had a conversation touching the topic :
This was one of those days we were having "healthy talk" where we talk about our lives, thoughts, trials, questions, doubts, new learning and realizations and really just spill out everything.
Those not sharing just listens.
It is one of those conversations we had set up as our "safe space". Encouragements are shared and some gentle corrections are welcomed also but the idea is it is an unboxing of the thoughts. It may sound serious but, trust me, there were lots of tearful laughter and belly aches during those moments and a lot of pancit canton and Coke or coffee. I was a Coke addict then (again the drink and not the drug). It may also sound organized but it is not always. There is a huge range of flexibility in that safe space. We swing from one topic to another. But we end with a serious take away.
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As a kid who frequented attending Sunday school, the very first song that came to mind was : Jesus Loves Me
The song lyrics was very simple. You can listen to it here :
Haha. I was so close to yesterday-year-old when I realized there is a "Full version" of the song. I only know the first stanza.
I remember singing this to myself in one of my dark, down moments - as an adult. It was one of those moments where you know but your heart protests and then after a while, your heart knows but your mind protests. I had to calm my soul - to speak hope to it.
The second time I sang this as an adult was to my then three-year-old cousin who cried himself to sleep because our other cousins, his play mates, had to go back to their home ending the fun they were having. This kid has a a beautiful smile. You will know he is happy because it is that type of smile that turns his eyes into happy slits. Haha I can't find the words to describe it. And he was wearing it the whole time they were playing. Witnessing that smile turn into a a sad line and hearing his laughter turn into a painful bawl, was heart-wrenching.
He is a solo child. With a mom who was then far away to work and a dad that was also then incognito in their lives. It was our uncle (my mom and his mom's youngest brother) who was looking after him. I watched him sleeping and I felt his loneliness. I silently sang this song over him and praying real hard that when he grows up he would get to know the Jesus I know - the one who loves him so much.
Then there is this other song. The one my dad taught us when we were kids. You know when you are a kid you get scared of anything that moves in the dark. Your imagination plays you real good and all that. But I am having trouble looking for the rendition I like and it seems that there were other versions of the lyrics also.
I had this habit when I was a kid where I wake up in the middle of the night and I just have to run to my parent's bedroom and slip in between them and continue sleeping hugging either one of them. Between their room and our room, you will pass by a window with the view of the tall trees outside swaying gently with the wind if there is or it stands like a still silhouette if there is none. There were spaces in between trees where I know my imagination tells me there is someone standing there. Things like that. I remember ducking and running when I get to that part. It always felt like if I take a look outside, there would be a figure of someone looking inside - at me - just outside the window up close. The thought that the window is on the second floor with no ledge or any space to stand up on adds more fear. Or I will see that someone standing in between the trees.
I caught my older brother running that same way, too, one night. So our dad taught us to sing the song: In the name of Jesus we have the victory.
Hehe. Did it make us braver then? Haha. Now that I recall it, for a time, yes. But we had moments of singing this while running to our parents' room scared and near tears.
Last time I sang it as an adult was when I and other friends were locking the bottom floor of the building we're in. We had to go up to the second floor and get out of the building through the stairs connecting the second floor and the world outside (haha). We need to turn off the lights, too right? The moment we turned off every switch as we pass by it, my friend started humming the song. I started laughing because I know it meant that my friend was taught the same song, too for when we're scared.
All grown up now, both are still useful. The last song mentioned now means more than just for being scared, though.
Both have progressive impact...
How about you? Any song you learned from when you were a kid and still has impact in your now?