I have always been afraid of new things. For me, new things do not necessarily mean things i haven’t encountered before. To elevate ‘new things’ to a higher semantic pedestal, i would say that these are events i find recognizable, familiar and expected. However, what makes me afraid is my inability to embrace them in the same manner my mother embraces me every time I arrive home – indifferent of what maroon monster I would have probably become, and how wretched her son might have been. For her, who is coming (that would be me) and what is coming with the ‘who’ every now and then have already come. In my definition, my coming home is a new thing for her.
Tomorrow will be a new thing, and the day after would or won’t probably be the same. As I’ve said, I’m afraid; have always been. I do not know how to embrace it. For sure, what is coming with this new thing is going to be a package of newer things!
“Show me your ways, O Lord,
teach me your paths;
guide me in your truth and teach me.
for you are God my Saviour,
and my hope is in you all day long.
Remember, O Lord, your great mercy
and love,
for they are from of old.
Remember not the sins of my youth
and my rebellious ways;
according to your love remember me,
for you are good, O Lord.”
- Psalm 25:4-7 (NIV)
Tomorrow will be the start of the Registration Period for the 2nd Sem in UP. May i embrace it in the very same manner my mother embraces me every time I arrive home – certain that behind the uncertainty of what i might have become is an absolute certainty that i am his son.
The coming new semester will be full of uncertainties. It is my prayer that may He show me His ways and teach me His paths. To be certain of God in our uncertainties is a good response to His immutability. This is a new thing for me. And new thing, it is!
