How was your Sunday, Key?
ah... it was rather bland, with a touch of melancholy.
let me tell you a story about strength.
it's been almost a week since a lovely family had just lost their son.
i've always wanted to come to them and at least try to be there for them, but distance and sickness sure were such lame, inevitable excuses.
but then today i saw her mother, standing on the altar, and i knew right away that something was about to happen. my intuition never betrays.
she was making up to her responsibility as she read out the bible verses, and everything was just alright and i wasn't paying my full attention to her words until i hear a sound of someone chugging.
i looked up, and she was halting her words with a palm on her mouth, trying so hard to gulp down everything that was trying to burst out of her. i started wondering, "what were the verses all about?"
she read it,
"selanjutnya kami tidak mau, saudara-saudara, bahwa kamu tidak mengetahui tentang mereka yang meninggal, supaya kamu jangan berdukacita seperti orang-orang lain yang tidak mempunyai pengharapan."
and i was like, "damn girl, how did this universe actually works... everything collides in time so perfectly."
just so you know, we can't volunteer to be a part of a service. we got chosen.
and then she started to calm down little by little as she read the next verse ahead which was about, "karena jika kita percaya pada-Nya, maka kita juga percaya bahwa mereka yang meninggal di dalam-Nya akan dikumpulkan bersama-sama dengan Dia."
afterwards, me and my mother came to greet her and we talked a little bit (my mother was actually the one taking more role in this conversation this time), and i couldn't talk more because i'm just simply the most sensitive human on earth that cannot even try to console anybody without pulling myself into tears.
she said, "please take care of her." she was referring to her youngest child, a friend of mine.
i noticed, the way she gripped on her own neck when we were talking and asking her things related to her current situation, and i was like, "this woman right here is the champion. i wouldn't even survive a word without drowing into a deep river of salty trails."
and then she pointed where my friend was to me and i just simply moved away from that area because, again, i'm the most unsuitable person to ever become a part of a spiritual consolation team.
after i gathered back myself, i came to my friend and hugged her in silence, and she held me longer than usual. then i started to make a joke out of how i haven't seen her cry yet to witness her mother doing so first. she was just laughing all along, and honestly i can't even figure out of how the hell did she manage not to even make a single sad face.
i am mesmerized by the fact that sometimes we rely too much on temporary things to even forget that we actually have something permanent to hold on to.
so now, i've got a new perspective on strength.
strength means,
"griefing, but never lose hope."
they're amazing.
let me tell you a story about strength.
it's been almost a week since a lovely family had just lost their son.
i've always wanted to come to them and at least try to be there for them, but distance and sickness sure were such lame, inevitable excuses.
but then today i saw her mother, standing on the altar, and i knew right away that something was about to happen. my intuition never betrays.
she was making up to her responsibility as she read out the bible verses, and everything was just alright and i wasn't paying my full attention to her words until i hear a sound of someone chugging.
i looked up, and she was halting her words with a palm on her mouth, trying so hard to gulp down everything that was trying to burst out of her. i started wondering, "what were the verses all about?"
she read it,
"selanjutnya kami tidak mau, saudara-saudara, bahwa kamu tidak mengetahui tentang mereka yang meninggal, supaya kamu jangan berdukacita seperti orang-orang lain yang tidak mempunyai pengharapan."
and i was like, "damn girl, how did this universe actually works... everything collides in time so perfectly."
just so you know, we can't volunteer to be a part of a service. we got chosen.
and then she started to calm down little by little as she read the next verse ahead which was about, "karena jika kita percaya pada-Nya, maka kita juga percaya bahwa mereka yang meninggal di dalam-Nya akan dikumpulkan bersama-sama dengan Dia."
afterwards, me and my mother came to greet her and we talked a little bit (my mother was actually the one taking more role in this conversation this time), and i couldn't talk more because i'm just simply the most sensitive human on earth that cannot even try to console anybody without pulling myself into tears.
she said, "please take care of her." she was referring to her youngest child, a friend of mine.
i noticed, the way she gripped on her own neck when we were talking and asking her things related to her current situation, and i was like, "this woman right here is the champion. i wouldn't even survive a word without drowing into a deep river of salty trails."
and then she pointed where my friend was to me and i just simply moved away from that area because, again, i'm the most unsuitable person to ever become a part of a spiritual consolation team.
after i gathered back myself, i came to my friend and hugged her in silence, and she held me longer than usual. then i started to make a joke out of how i haven't seen her cry yet to witness her mother doing so first. she was just laughing all along, and honestly i can't even figure out of how the hell did she manage not to even make a single sad face.
i am mesmerized by the fact that sometimes we rely too much on temporary things to even forget that we actually have something permanent to hold on to.
so now, i've got a new perspective on strength.
strength means,
"griefing, but never lose hope."
they're amazing.
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