Mr Humility episode 24b

MR HUMILITY 🎶🎶🎼🎼🎧🎧🎤🎤🎻

Chapter 24

(Final episode)

Part 2.

(Sonata💕💕)

Chan couldn’t sleep. A day had passed since the time Lee had given him the diary to read, and though he had decided not to read it, he still couldn’t bring himself to throw it away either. He had managed to confine himself to his room, in a desperate attempt to avoid Lee, but the little times he had managed to cross paths with her, she only smiled kindly at him, not seeming in anyway like she was pressuring him to read the diary or to have come out of his slumped already.

He had also noticed that the air in the house had changed, everyone seemed happier, like they had put all of their burdens on someone else to carry, and it began to feel like he was the only one left who was still wallowing in sorrow.

Cynthia, especially looked happier, much happier than she had been when this wh0le thing had started.

He slumped in his bed. December was already here, and light snow was falling outside his bedroom window.

He glanced at the diary for the umpteenth time. Lee had said she would be waiting for him- that they would all be waiting for him.

Would reading whatever was in that diary bring him the peace he craved?

‘There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?’ A voice whispered in his heart.

He sighed, as Lee’s words once again rang in his mind.

“Stop being so stubborn!”

He chuckled bitterly, then picked the diary up. It was more of a journal than a diary, and the leather was old, and the edges frayed.

His heart skipped a beat, as he had no idea of what lay ahead of him in the diary.

He slowly opened it, casting his eyes on the yellowed pages. The bold writing on the front page caught his attention, and if the familiar handwriting on the pages didn’t alert him of just who it belonged to, then the name written did.

“THIS JOURNAL BELONGS TO AMELIA KIM, GIFTED TO HER BY HER ONE TRUE LOVE,MANN!”

Chan felt tears falling from his eyes and onto the page. He cluctched his chest, laughing bitterly. After some seconds, he forced his eyes open, and turned the page to begin reading.

12th March 19XX

Today I got married! Although it was a very hush and quiet wedding, I’m still over the moon. I know I have no right to be happy because my happiness came through sadness of someone else, who truly believed in me, and cared for me. I know I am selfish, but if I’m going to do this I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest. But sometimes, my love for Mann scares me sometimes.
Amelia.

Chan shakily turned the page, trying not to breakdown.

20th October 19XX

My son is finally here! He is so precious and lovely, and I can’t love him any less. Mann wasn’t here for he birth, but honestly he hasn’t really been around ever since we got married. He’s also been getting a little irritated that I keep going over to Erwin’s place for lessons. As much as I don’t want to annoy him, I really don’t know what he wants me to do. But anyway, that’s not what today’s about! My son is God’s blessing to me. He is literally the most beautiful thing on this planet, I’m scared I’ll love him more than I love his father! #proud mother!

Amelia.

2nd January 20XX

Today I went to see Mr Erwin. I tried to hide my bruises, but he’s been suspicious for awhile now, and he saw right through me. Mann said that I should quit playing the guitar. I tried to beg him but he hit me in anger. I really didn’t mean to make him angry. I love music, but he’s right, I should be able to give up anything for my family. How else will I prove my love for him? Mr Erwin was not happy when I told him. He didn’t say so, but I could see it in his face. He was disappointed with me. I honestly didn’t think I could handle him looking at me like that. But I’m okay. I came home to my son and husband, so I’m okay. He didn’t stop me. I thought he would. Or Maybe I wanted him to. He didn’t say anything about the bruises either. I guess he’s just too disappointed in me to care. But I’m okay. I can’t blame him. But I’m okay.

Amelia.

Chan held the journal tightly, feeling that gripping onto it so tightly would ease the soul numbing pain that he was feeling at this moment. The pain was so much, and his tears were clouding his vision, but he kept reading. The entries started to be widely spaced out.

9th December 20XX

Mann tried to hit our son today. Chan spoke up, at such a young age. Why are you hitting mommy?, he asked his father, and neither of us had an answer for him. My heart broke. What a bad mother I am! Mann flew into a rage, and tried to hit my son. But I wouldn’t allow it. He can break my bones, hurt my pride, but I won’t let my son suffer the same fate! My body hurts so much right now, but my son is by my side. Mann will calm down. He will eventually. We’ll be okay.

Amelia.

14th February 20XX

Welcome Cynthia into our family! She’s such a sweet girl, but she suffered such a tragedy. I actually knew her mom, and no way was I going to sit back and let the poor soul go through the horrors of foster care, when I know exactly what that feels like. Mann wasn’t happy about my decision at first, and I thought he would hit me later in the night, but surprisingly he let me be! I’m so happy, maybe this means he’s slowly opening up his heart to me. Cynthia is so lovely, and I suspect that she and Chan will get along in no time. Ah, the house feels so full now, and my heart feels so light as well. Hehe, it’s Mann’s fault really, he hasn’t touched me in such a long time, so we can’t even have more children! Maybe I’ll wear that new lingerie I bought tonight~
But…! We have to keep things PG-13 around the house, now that we have two children!

Amelia.

19th April 20XX

Mann keeps trying to hit Chan. I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore. Chan is so fierce, and I realize I’ve been so stupid. I thought that by letting myself get hit alone, I was protecting him. But now I realize that I was only protecting him physically. His emotional state is a mess. And my son….he hates his father. And he hates me too. I can see it in his eyes. The way he looks at me, and talks to me. He despises me for being weak. But what can I do? I love Mann. My love is sinful. I’m hurting everyone around me with it. But I can’t stop. I don’t deserve to be a mother.

Amelia.

24th April 20XX

Mann hit Cynthia! He hit that girl today, and it’s all my fault. I tried to stop him….I really did….but he hit me so hærd that I passed out. The poor girl was shaking, she was crying….what did she do to deserve this? It seems like I just bring misfortune wherever I go….I don’t even know how I can begin to beg for her forgiveness….I am despicable. I’m willing to let her suffer if it means that Mann won’t hit Chan. She asked me today if I hated my husband. I dared not tell her the answer. Because if I did, I’m sure the look in her eyes would be more horrible than being in hell itself. But….I’ll still be okay, right? I’m sorry my son. I’m sorry Cynthia. I’m sorry for being so weak, and such a fool in love, that I’m willing to sacrifice everyone around me.

Amelia.

20th March 20XX

I….I am such a terrible woman. I don’t deserve to live. Chan my son, don’t you ever forgive me. Hate me until the day I die. Today you tried to escape this hell, and I stuck you back into it. You did something my cowardly self was never able to do for the past twelve years, and instead of me to sit back and do nothing like I have always done, I pushed you back into this hell, and I not only did that, but I forced Cynthia, that poor girl, to bear and Carey my sins with me. God, why are you still letting me stay alive? Please just kill me. I don’t deserve to live anymore. I’m the worst of the worst, the biggest mistake you have ever created.

Amelia.

18th September 20XX

Cynthia went off to college today! I’m so proud of her. She’s studying theater arts, and she’s so good at it! I can’t be more proud of the woman she’s becoming. I told her before she left, that she should take care of Chan. I’m still as despicable as ever! But I hope that the job I was never able to do, she can do it better. I am putting a huge burden on her, but I’m doing so because I trust her, and I don’t trust myself. I’m happy she has left this hell. It’s only my burden to bear, and she has endured it enough for too long. Mann was angry again today, for another reason I can’t remember. He beat me and asked me why I never fight back. He asked me why I just smile and take all the treatment he gives me. I told him it’s because I love him, but that only made him angrier. I guess no matter what I do, I can’t win.

Amelia.

Chan was numb. It felt like his wh0le body had been wrapped in a bubble, one that was suffocating him slowly. He turned the page, to realize that it was the last page. There was no entry on it, but rather a letter. He didn’t know if he could handle whatever were with contents.

Dear Chan, and Cynthia,

My son, And my daughter. This is Amelia. I…I’ve been feeling weird lately, like my days are numbered, so I decided to write this letter to you both. I don’t know if I will ever give you though…as you probably know painfully well, your mother is a coward. Well….how do I even start this? Chan my son….I told you one day that you can’t trust anyone, not even yourself, and that you can only trust God. But I was wrong. I was wrong to force my own belief and shortcomings on you. You always hated your father. Unlike me, you refused to take the treatment he gave us both. You fought back. You’re a fighter my son, and I couldn’t be more proud.

Chan my son…you can trust people. There are some people in this world, that are specifically placed in our lives by God, to help us when we can’t trust others, or ourselves. I’m sorry for however way my words might shape you. It’s my punishment, you’re taking up the guitar and singing that I threw away. How ironic for me! You’re blessed and talented my son, more than I ever was….and I love you. Though my words and actions didn’t show it, I love you. I love you so much. I love you. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being such a bad mother. I hope you don’t forgive me. Because I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not only did I put you through so much pain, I made you hate the world with my words, when instead, I’m the one to be hated. I’m the one who shouldn’t be trusted. I love your father, too much, too vigorously. I can’t hate him. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all I did to you. As you’re growing, I suspect that the first chance you get, you will leave me here to my fate. And I won’t blame you. Chan. You are the light in my world, and you have been sent by God to light up the world as well. Don’t let your past and my useless self turn your light to darkness.

Cynthia….you didn’t deserve what you got. I tried to do good, but I only caused you pain. But you bore it. Like the saint you are, you bore my burden on your back. Not once did I see hatred for me in your eyes. I’m sorry that I put through so much pain.

I love you both. I’m sorry for all I did to you both. I love you so much. I’m sorry. Don’t hate the world because of me.

Ah, why is this sounding like a goodbye message? I hope I’ll be able to say these words to you both in person, but as I’ve said, I’m a coward.

Shine bright, my children! And don’t let your past hold you back.

Love, Amelia.

Chan stared blankly at the last page.

Was…was that it?

That was the end? No… that couldn’t be it. This couldn’t be the end….he….

Tears fell from his eyes, painful, strained tears.

“I…I wasn’t going to leave you mom….I was going to get us both out of there…I….”

His tears choked him, as they continued to fall, soaking his shirt and soaking the pages.

“Chan my son, the only person you can trust is God.”

He finally remembered the what he had always forgotten in his dream.

He cluctched the diary to his chest, as he struggled to breathe. He was so angry.

“Is this is?!!! God!!! Is this it?!!! What am I supposed to do with this?! Why didn’t you save her?! She needed you! We needed you! Why didn’t you help us all?!!”

He gasped, falling to the ground.

“Don’t hate the world because of me. Shine brightly! God brings people for us for when we can’t even trust ourselves.”

His mother’s words rang through his head, and he covered his ears, trying to block them out.

“Even with everything! She still trusted you God! She still…..”

“Don’t hate the world because of me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you my son. So much.”

Chan collapsed in heap, crying like a baby.

“I don’t hate you mother. I’m sorry if I ever came across that way. I…I love you so much…I wish I had the chance to tell you that…. I….I’m sorry…..”

He remembered Cynthia, and how he always treated her, forgetting that she also had to bear as much a burden that he had bore as well. He remembered how he had decided to hate the world, just as how his mother had said, and how he had isolated everyone around him.

Why…why had he been so selfish?

In the end… wasn’t he just as much of a coward as his mother had been?

“You are God’s blessing to me Chan.” Lee’s voice and his mother’s words collided.

They had both said the same thing.

That he was God’s blessing?

What kind of blessing was someone who was broken, and selfish, and who had treated everyone around him terribly?

“I’m so tired….I don’t know who I am anymore…or what I’m doing on this Earth.”

‘Do you want to find out?’

There was that voice again.

“Find out what?”

‘Who you are, and what you’re doing here. And what kind of blessing someone as broken and terrible as you are is to the people around you.’

Chan’s l-ips quivered. At this point, he was so angry about so many things.

“Where were you? When we needed you? You weren’t there. How do I know you won’t go again this time? Why did we have to go through so much pain?”

“Pain helps us grow.” Lee’s voice answered him in his head.

He cluctched his chest, more tears falling from his eyes. He was spent, and exhausted. He was tired of fighting back, and so tired of being angry.

“How…how do I know that you won’t leave me? How do I know that you will be by my side? My mother suffered so much. But I know that she loves me. I wish I could tell her that I loved her too. And I wish I could ask her why she didn’t hate my father, with as much pain that he gave her, because I know I hated you for not doing anything about our pain. So what…what is my guarantee that you will give me the answers I seek? How do I know you won’t just sit and watch me suffer again?!”

‘You don’t.’. The voice answered plainly.

Chan’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

‘You don’t know. I can through many signs at you, and you’ll still not believe. So at this point, if you really want to know, you’ll just have to trust me to find out.’

Chan stared in shock for some seconds, then began to laugh, bitterly at first, but then he burst into raucous laughter, his tears drying on his eyes.

“Touche, God. Touche.” He said as he finished laughing.

“I really don’t know what you see in me, that you went through this much trouble to get me. And honestly, I have seen what you can do. The way you spoke so may times through Lee…I don’t know why you tried so hærd to get me. But… I will trust you. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.”

He say up, wiping his tears, and picked the diary up again.

“This…. I guess I thought this would bring me so much pain, and no way could I have imagined what was in store. But I guess that’s the beauty of it. Not knowing what God has in store for us makes our faith stronger. I honestly don’t know what my future holds right now. I don’t even know what will happen when I walk out this door. But…but I trust you God.”

“I’ll be okay.” He remembered his mother’s words.

“You were right mom. I guess…in the end, we’ll all be okay.”

🎶🎶🎶🎶

Lee stopped in her tracks as she heard Chan scre-ming in his room. Aster, her mom and Cynthia, who were wall seated in the living room watching TV, stared at each other in shock.

“Is….is he okay?” Aster asked cautiously.

Lee bit her lip. “I’m sure he is. He is.”

For the next few minutes, they heard more scre-ming, and crying. Everyone was on edge, and had stopped watching TV.

All of a Sudden, they heard Chan’s room door opening, and Lee sprung up from her seat.

He appeared a few seconds later, his face stained with tears, clutching the diary she had given him. Everyone watched him silently, and Lee mustered up courage to walk up to him.

“Chan…are…are you okay?”

He looked up at her, then smiled, ruffling her hair. His smile reached hair tearstained eyes, but they were genuine, and sincere.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

Everyone let out breaths they hadn’t known they were holding. Chan grabbed Lee’s hand, and she blushed.

“You….you forced your way into my icy heart, and forced your smiles, words and truths into my stubborn mind.” He smiled again at her, and Lee thought her heart would burst out of her chest.

“Thank you, Lee. For everything.”

Lee bowed her head, stuttering. “Wow, you sound like something out of a bad rom-nce novel.” She sputtered out, and he burst into beautiful, genuine laughter.

He turned to face everyone else, then walked over to Cynthia. “Cynthia…I’m sorry for how I treated you. I was being selfish, and thoughtless. We were both supposed to watch out for each other, it wasn’t supposed to be a one way thing. I…. I’m truly sorry.”

Cynthia smiled. “I’m sorry too Chan. I’m sorry we had to go through so much pain. And I’m sorry for the times I was insensitive.”

She stood, up, tears in her eyes, and wrapped Chan in a big hug. He bowed his head into her shoulders, and his shoulders began to rack with sobs.

“Chan… we’re both going to be okay now. Let’s…let’s both let go of the past…and of the pain. We owe that to the people who love us, and who have been there for us. I…I can see our future…it’s so bright and beautiful.”

Chan bit his lip, and she finally pulled away from him, carressing his cheek softly.

He turned to everyone else, than bowed respectfully.

“Thank you to everyone who never gave up on me. I will be grateful to you all until the day I die. I can’t apologize enough for the times I treated you all with contempt. I….I really hope that…we can start afresh.”

Aster and his mom burst into laughter, and before they knew it, everyone else was laughing. Lee couldn’t help the tears of joy that filled her eyes.

She couldn’t believe it.

God had done it. And, he didn’t really need their help. He did it while neither of them could do anything.

She held her hand to her heart, as she stared outside at the beautiful snow falling to the Earth.

“Thank you God. Thank you for this beautiful gift. Thank you from healing the wounds in everyone’s hearts.”

The family spent the rest of the night praying, and before they retired to bed, Chan gave the diary to Cynthia to read, telling her there was a message in it for her.

Cynthia read it and broke down in tears, but they weren’t tears of sadness, but felt more like relief, and Lee couldn’t be happier that they had all finally gotten the closure they needed.

There was still one more thing left to do, and early the next day, Chan went to see his father, as promised. He stood outside the hotel building, waiting for him with the diary in hand.

His father finally came out to meet him, and Chan Steeled himself.

The man smiled at him, then took a deep breath.

“I see you’ve read it.” He said softly, gesturing at the diary.

Chan glanced at the book in his hand.

“Yes. I have.” He responded curtly.

“Good. Then you can finally answer my question.”

Chan looked up at his father.

“Tell me what on Earth was wrong with your mother? All the words I read in that diary were full of love. She didn’t express any form of displeasure or hatred at me. Why? Was she dumb?”

Chan grit his teeth, trying not to get angry.

“My mother loved you. That’s all.”

“What?”

“You heard me. She loved you. There’s no hidden agenda, no rocket science to it. She loved you, so much so that she was willing to forsake the rest of her family for you. For a love she would never get back.”

His father stared at him cautiously, l-ips pressed together.

Chan continued.

“If at this point, you still can’t understand that, then I don’t think you ever will. After reading this book, I thought…. I thought my hatred for you would increase. But…. I guess I couldn’t hate you more than I already did.”

Chan chuckled to himself.

“You made my mother’s life miserable, but she couldn’t hate you. That’s what is written here. I suggest you go back and read it, with your heart, instead of your eyes.”

Chan paused again.

“Dad. For as long as I can remember, you weren’t a father to me. I hated you. I still hate you. But….I’ve decided to put my trust in someone I can’t see, but someone whose presence and imapct I can feel in my life. He touched me in so many ways, through so many people, and gave me a family to replace the one I lost. And I know He won’t want me to keep hating you, because I guess He won’t want to work with someone who still has hatred in their heart. I’ve decided to trust Him, so I’m going to forgive you dad. As hærd and impossible as that seems.”

“I don’t want your forgiveness.”

“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for myself, for the family around me, and for mom. She didn’t want my forgiveness either, when she actually deserved it. She spent her short life atoning for her sins, and I just want her to have peace in heaven. She’s earned that much.”

Chan took a deep breath.

“This is the end of my tragic and sad past dad. I’m letting it go here with you. I… I hope that in someway, God touches your life too.”

He stretched the diary out to his father. The man looked at it suspiciously for awhile, before taking it.

“Why are you giving me this?”

“You….need it more than I do.” Was Chan’s short reply.

He turned round, taking a deep sigh.

“Goodbye Dad. Even though you might not believe this, I…I do wish we could’ve had the chance to actually be father and son.”

With that, he walked away, and didn’t look back.

His family was waiting for him at the door as he arrived home, and he chuckled at the worried looks on all their faces. He gave them one smile, and they knew that he was okay.

As they went in,side, he heard a soft song playing on the TV.

He smiled to himself, and started to sing the lyrics.

🎵🎵

“You..made a way…when it looked as if it was over…..and I’m standing here…only because you made a way….”

Everyone froze when they heard his voice.

He froze too.

He stared at Lee, and saw tears forming in her eyes.

Cynthia covered her mouth, tears forming in her own eyes as well.

What he had been struggling for, for five months was given to him so easily.

For that time, he hadn’t known what he had to do to regain it, but it had been so easy. He just had to let God in.

So…God had taken it away to make way for Him?

Chan chuckled, more tears forming in his eyes.

Well, he wanted proof that God wouldn’t leave, and he had gotten his proof.

His voice was back.

🎶🎶🎶

Lee sat in the living room sipping on her chocolate milk. It had been six days since Chan had regained his voice, and everyone was convinced that it was back for good. Cynthia had booked a flight back to the mainland, and had told Chan to begin preparing to return back to work.

She had prepared herself for this, so she wasn’t sad. She and Chan hadn’t been able to speak those past few days because he had been so busy, but she held in her emotions. It was the right thing to do.

“Hey.”

A voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to meet Chan’s face. She bit her lip as he took a seat beside her, grabbing some of her chocolate milk and popping it in his mouth.

“Hey.” She responded. They were both silent and awkward.

“We… Haven’t been able to talk for awhile have we?”

Lee chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah…it’s just been so hectic…with you getting your voice back and all. Aster has to go back to work too now.”

Chan stared at her quietly.

“Honestly… I… I don’t want to leave.”

Lee gripped her milk packet, forcing herself not to look into his eyes.

“I understand.” She said firmly. “But yoi have to. Don’t worry about me. I…. I’ve prepared myself for this. So I’m not sad. This is something you have to do, and I can’t hold you back.”

He narrowed his eyes at her.

Of course he knew what he had to do.

But he didn’t want to leave.

He didn’t want to leave her.

He inched his hand closer to hers, and was about to hold her hand when his phone rang.

“Hello? Oh, Cynthia. Yes. Okay I’ll go do that.”

He turned to Lee, an apologetic look on his face.

She smiled at him, telling him to go ahead, and he stood up, quickly walking back into the house to receive his phone call.

She bit her lip.

This was the life of a celebrity. He was going to be busy, busy, busy.

He would have no time or reason for a relationsh¡p, and he for sure couldn’t be ties down to one place.

She wouldn’t hold him back. He had his life to live, and so did she.

She threw the packet of milk in the trash can, then grabbed another, hoping to eat away her feelings.

The days went by quickly, and a week before Christmas, as soon as Cynthia had settled everything back at the mainland, she sent for Chan. She said that he originally was supposed to follow her as soon as he got his voice back, but she decided to let him stay so as to say his goodbyes.

Now he stood in the living room, the small bag he had brought with him in his hands, as Lee and her mom stood, bading him goodbye.

Mrs Peterson hugged him tightly.

“Mmm. Chan darling. I’m so happy to have gotten to know you. You helped my daughter and my son, in so many ways, and I can’t thank you enough. Take care of yourself. I hope we can meet again someday. ”

Chan smiled warmly at her.

“Thank you for being a mother to me. You didn’t have to treat me like your son. But you did. You’ve become my family. All of you.”

Mrs Peterson smiled brightly at him, then patted his cheek fondly.

She turned to Aster and began to berate him for not packing enough food in his bag, and Aster had to remind her that they didn’t allow food on the plane.

Chan faced Lee, whose head was bowed.

“Lee…” He began, but she cut him off.

“There’s no need for sentimental goodbyes Chan geez. I’m not a baby. I can totally live without you. You should be more worried, because you’ll miss me too much.”

She folded her arms, and Chuckled proudly.

He snorted.

“Alright. You’re making it a lot easier for me to leave. Thank you, Lee.”

She bit her lip, then turned round. “I have to go do something.” She began to walk away briskly.

“Wait Lee….!” Her mother called after her but she had already disappeared into the corridor.

This was it.

He was finally leaving.

And she was okay.

She was okay.

She was…..

Tears began to fall from her eyes, as she stopped in her tracks.

She wasn’t okay!

She wasn’t!

She turned round and ran back to the living room, and met him still standing there, smiling sadly at her, like he had been waiting for her to come back.

He opened his arms and she ran into them, hugging him for all she was worth.

He wrapped his arms around her, as she sobbed into his shirt.

“I…I don’t want you to go.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Stay with me.”

“I wish I could.”

Lee sniffed and continued to sob, wishing she didn’t have to let him go.

“Lee…you have helped me so much. You’ve been a rock, and someone who refused to give up on me even though I had given up on the world. Thank you Lee.”

His words made her cry h-rder.

“You pushed me, confused me, and forced me out of my comfort zone and bubble of pain. Out of the prison I had shut myself in. You didn’t let me go until God got me out. For that, I thank you.”

He squeezed his arms around her tighter, k-ssing her head.

“I love you, Lee.”

Lee’s tears fell more and more, as she buried her head in his chest.

“Me too. I love you too, you jerk.”

🎶🎶🎶🎶

The lights flashed, bright and burning.

He was standing here again, at the peak of everything, but this time he wasn’t alone.

He had thought he was, for a very long time, and had treated himself as such.

But now, he realized, that his past had been controlling him. He had thought he was living according to his own rules, but his life was being guided by the devil and by his past. Instead of allowing his life to be ruled by such painful things, why not just Allow God to take the wheel?

That was a truth that had taken him too long to realize. But God hadn’t given up on him, no matterr how horrible and how much of a lost cause he had been.

He had surrounded him with so much overwhelming love, that he had no choice but to trust him.

He was Chan, yes, but he wasn’t Chan on his own.

He was Chan with the Petersons, his mom, Cynthia, and most especially, God.

His past had been rough, and he had almost let it ruin his future, but mercy had said no.

And he was grateful. He was happy God hadn’t let him go.

He had a bright future ahead of him. How did he know? Because God told him. And he trusted God.

“Shine brightly.” Were his mother’s words to him.

And shine he would. He would shine God’s light for the wh0le world to see.

He looked up as the curtains began to rise, accompanied by the Earth shattering scre-m of fans.

He smiled to himself.

Let the show begin.

🎶🎶🎶🎶

There it is my lovelies!!!!

I hope you guys were able to take something from this story.

God uses every situation and experience to teach us, no matter how painful they are. So if we find ourselves doing bad things, or treating people wrongly, and we keep using our past as excuses, then we have to reevaluate ourselves. That is the devil controlling us using our bad experiences.

How sweet it is when we trust God!!

How wonderful our future will be to us!!!

I can’t emphasize this enough, God loves us too much to let us go. He doesn’t give up on us, no matter how much the devil makes it seem like.

We are the ones who push him away, but he will still keep waiting at the door, waiting for us to let him in.

He will throw, a stone, a rock, and even a mountain until we notice and give him space in our lives.

Don’t lose to the devil.

After all, He didn’t create you to fall or lose! We are winners!

Shalom!

Remember to like and comment.

Written by Authoress Covenant.

Watch out for the epilogue tomorrow!!