November 9, 2007, Friday

There was an event called National Honor society in high school last night. It was a great event. Many young men and women, mostly junior in high school, who devoted themselves to help and serve the community, presented their sponsors, who have great impact in their lives to a big crowd of parents, students, teachers, relatives and friends.

Both sponsor and student stood on the stage while the student shared how this incredible person, the sponsor, changed their life, and became a better person.

Event like this was very inspiring. Quite a few occasions, the sharing made you cry too.

A lot of sponsors (not the parents who apparently have the most impacts in most of the people) are teachers, coaches, grandparents, friends, and older siblings.

Esther has many sponsors over the years she could give the honor to. But everybody can have only one. She had her current history teacher, who is definitely so inspiring and play a big role of guiding her into the realm of history study.

There was indeed a person, who Esther would like to have her as the sponsor, because of her courage, her characters, her never giving up attitude, the faith, and many others, having a great impact in Esther’s life. The only problem is this person, Esther’s younger sister, Lydia, would not be able to be there on the stage with her…

I came home with a great encouragement and inspiration. We ought to live like those sponsors, having a strong positive impact to others. I felt something good, and pretty happy actually last night.

One thing shocked me quite a bit. Only several hours later, after a night of sleep, this morning, on the way to work, I was totally overpowered by my grief and sorrow. The sorrow attack happens just about every morning, my daily grieving routine. But after a full night of inspirational sharing and event, shouldn’t I be at least better this morning?

Then, I realized that no matter how much inspiration we can get from a quote, a book, a movie, or heard something from some body sharing, or from radio, those will not last forever.

The only thing I have left, at that moment, this morning, under extreme sadness, is MY GOD, and my faith toward Him.

Nothing else is going to last, but the Lord is.

It was the Lord helped my through this morning. I stumbled, dragged my feet to the work place. I made it through. The Lord must have whispered and comforted me deep inside my heart.

Praise the Lord.