Round One : Believed
Round Two : Believed 2
Believed 3
"In our lives, there is always someone special. That "one" who gives our lives a special meaning. That "special meaning" of how that one represents us as we go on in our lives; whether we like it or not or whatever comes and goes in our entire life."
The writer started writing those words taken from a diary.
"I must admit that writing this topic isn't easy. At the moment of writing, my heart is full of many things to share, but my mind can't find the right words to explain them."
The diary continued and the writer kept on writing the third part of his series titled Believed.
"Let me tell you", he could imagined the owner of the diary was telling him as he continued reading.
" I could not really tell when, where and what makes me say and believe that I have a "friendship with Jesus"
I learn about him in my childhood. I am lucky enough to be born in a family of christians and believers in God and His Son.
Faith and calmness, if ever I have it or wherever I got it, I got them from my father. He was a kind of man I have always admired. Not that he was perfect. But who is perfect on earth? I said "was" because I lost him to heaven years ago.
My mother was the David in my life. Her faith and warrior strength I compared to this king of the bible. My mother was a lioness!Ha!Ha!
My elder sister has introduced me the New Testament and Jesus. God bless her as she has always been and may it be all through her life. You see, if God has a plan, he has his people and movements like in a chessboard.
Finally my nanny, she was the best. I still remember and would maybe never forget how she used to calm down my nerves as a child, whenever I questioned the "whys" of people's actions. I was maybe around seven years of age.
She used to explain to me how to understand why people do what they do. She reads me lines in bible books as if I can understand what she's talking about. However, the final of it all was always to believe "God is watching." It was that.
Also, she made it a point I attend a christian mass celebration on Sundays, church was just few walks away anyway.
To incite me more, she had inspired me to go with another girl, whose house was along the way to the church. I could still remember her name, Luningning.
So my nanny took care of my spiritual life's needs and my mother, of my real life. Thus, she sent me to attend masses on a clean, white dress and a white crocheted veil on my head.
I can still remember my mother's joyful eyes every time she buys me a new veil and she loves to see me wearing one. Though my nanny, a christian as she was, just shrugged her shoulders about it. While me on my side, I was laughing inside me enjoying the differences of their tastes.
I remembered to feel like an angel in those dress and in my mind, "I am going to the house of God."
That was all in the diary kept by Jeremiah close to his heart when the writer found him again to continue the series.
The diary was titled in its front page, "Jesus becomes my Someone Special".
The writer read it when he found Jeremiah again after leaving him in Believed 2.
He took a deep breath to exhale as he asked the question: " What have been of you, Jeremiah?"
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