Form 4

I'm Form 4 now, 16 years old. And live isn't as kind as it used to be to me. Dozens of works from schools, responsibilities, temptations, masks of hypocrisy ,and a growing hunger for fame. I hope it's just part and parcel of growing up. Form 4, sixteen, not numbers to kid with anymore. It's just a couple of years before I emerge from the cocoon of adolescence into adulthood. Life seems to be breaking out of me, and when it's time one day, I would spread my wings of the newly emerged butterfly and venture into the unknown.

This year, my mind seems to have a mind of itself, it's beginning to see the real world. And it isn't always easy to accept the things it sees. Yet through all complications, I still have a people who I can talk to and rely on. Parents and familes, they understand because they went through those things first. Some brothers and sisters in Christ, because they (are supposed to) have loving pure hearts that sincerely want to help others.

And yet, last but not least, everyday when I enter my room close the door behind me. He is just there, waiting patiently for me. To pour out everything to him. All frustrations, all responsibilities, and I just cry out everything to Him.

Everything.

And he listens, patiently and nodding his head. And after I finish, he says,"I have some words for you, would you mind?" He speaks with a gentle voice. And assuredly He says to me that He has plans to prosper me and not to harm me. That he went through teen life too, and nothing will be given beyond what I can bear. And I can always rely on Him, because all things work for good for those who love Him.

And lean on Him.

That's why until now, I'm pressed but not crushed, struck down but not destroyed. It's because my Heavenly Father will never leave me or forsake me. Never.