FLIPPING THROUGH THE PAGES OF THE HEART.
Can one’s heart have pages? Some people will answer with a capitalized no.
But I will just say yes, the heart does have pages. Our experiences, our hurts and ecstasy, the various trails we face, challenges, breakthroughs that influence our decisions and affect our life’s every day.
As one experience ends another begins, some simply call it the phases of life but I will say pages of the heart. If a writer is to write an autobiography of himself he puts together his life experiences and translates them into readable stories page by page capturing the heart of every reader by relating his life in words.
I took a trip into the mind of one lady, an accountant by profession. Outwardly she was breath taking, a perfect definition of prim and proper. From head to toe she was beautiful, perfectly sculptured by the master.
She was simply a chic, confident stride, a beautiful body and a breath- taking smile. She was the definition of beauty and brain. If only one knew the weight she carried on her inside. The scars of old, the disgrace and shame that filled her bowel can be likened to a soiled lavatory.
Is this life, or are these just the pages of her heart? People just say life is brutal based on stories they have heard and maybe experiences of close ones. But it is difficult when those experiences are actually yours. Those experiences you will normally say ‘God forbid’ as response on hearing.
I have had my fair share of challenges, but what can be said to a young beautiful girl who lost her virginity to hoodlums. This pain was also accompanied by an unwanted baby and HIV.
It is one thing to lose your virginity, but an unwanted baby and a terminal disease is a wound that might take forever to heal. These are the pages of her heart what is yours?
Where does she go from here, to her parents or fiancée or to the Lord? Can she stop these pages because they are not pleasant? Some occurrence shape people’s destiny negatively or positively it is our choice to decide.
A little boy once said “mummy I can choose to do whatever I want after all it’s my life”. Though these are the words of a little boy, it is the hard truth we must all bring ourselves to face!