Going home from homelessness

On my Facebook personal account earlier yesterday, I have re-shared the message-post by Spiritual Inspiration (see photo below).

And now I've been back home since last night after almost six months of homelessness, let me tell you finally!

I left home last January 27 due to "misunderstandings" between me and siblings and leaving home was the only solution I could think of and it turned out to be the Will of God.

It had been a real challenge being homeless and I had offered the sufferings for the salvation of the lost souls and that of my family.

I wanted to go on with this life as I have been an admirer to the mendicant life of Saint Francis of Assisi.

But, two nights ago, my brother found me sleeping in a particular sidewalk.

He said, he just followed the "leading of the wind" to find me.

It's actually the Spirit of God leading him to my place!

It's like God saying enough of your sufferings, your sufferings have served its purpose, many souls are saved.

Servants of God are automatically victim souls.

We need not complain of the slightest pain but embrace the opportunity to suffer with love -- for God and our fellowmen.

Waiting is life, life is waiting

I am lost for words. I don't know what to say. All I know, if you'll allow me to open my heart to you, I am suppressing the tears from coming out from my eyes but I can't control the mucus from going up and down my nostrils due to mixed feelings I am having right now. I am overcome with acute nostalgia associated with the poem, the hope it promises and the pain I have gone through in life seems to resurface and I am asking my own self, "Why is this being shared to me now when my memory had already been oblivious of its existence?" When I wrote something before, I had had no confidence in anything I wrote. But when I read this poem, it seems I am reading the works of another person. I can feel his hope despite the pain he was feeling. Optimism behind pain of waiting. Yet waiting is pain all throughout. I had forgotten I ever wrote this poem. Luckily, I gave the poem to a particular friend who has kept it religiously "as a token of our friendship." Only awhile ago, he messaged and sent me an e-copy of the card I gave him. Why is God reminding me of my struggle and hope through this poem? Is it now the appointed time of the Lord in my life? I am still waiting, Lord. Please give me more strength to wait on still. I trust in Your faithfulness.