Each and everyone of us must have encountered something or came to a point in our lives where we're at our lowest...I remember mine like it just happened yesterday. - I love writing essays though I never pass them up. XD
I was 17 at that time, at the peak of my life - I had everything a girl could ask for...great friends and a really smart guy beside me. For me at that time I thought I couldn't possibly wish for anything more, I was really happy and if my time was up then, I would just leave, really I'm not joking - I didn't have a single regret (mind you I wasn't a believer yet at that age).
But with time everything came spiraling down.I couldn't continue the secret relationship with the guy ( I dunno if it's just me but when you cherish something or someone so much you'll tend to hurt them even more by making one-sided decisions that you thought was the best for everyone - so yes, I selfishly decided to end it ); and on the same week I had a really bad quarrel with my bestest friend and our friendship came to a full stop. There were so many stuff all going wrong as well at that time (I'm not gonna mention them here). But the bottom line is that I had never felt so lonely in my life.
Loveless and friendless
...but I wasn't really friendless, I had a few friends who stood through those really tough times with me...thanks guys I am really blessed. But even with friends by my side I still miss my old life (I guess humans are really hard to be satisfied). I came to a point where I wanted to take my own life - now that I thought of it, thank God! that I'm still alive and breathing now. I must have been really depressed to be thinking like that back then.
I guess now you're wondering what does this story have to do with the title? I'm getting to that part: The turning point came when I went back at home for school breaks (with my broken heart and suicide thoughts and all). I had a dream one day. In that dream I just reached home from school and was placing my luggage in my room (I studied at a boarding school). On my way to the kitchen I noticed the door of the room on my right was closed...in my house my mum always and I mean always keeps the door wide open during day time, "it's to ensure good ventilation" she says. So I had a "haa? did my mum break her habit?" moment. When I was about to turn the doorknob my mum scolded me to not be disrespectful and told me there's a guest in the room. I felt somehow betrayed and threw a tantrum right there and then, in my mind that is (how can my mum just decide on her own to rent out a room...fine I know there's lots of empty room in our house, but that room is our storeroom - we keep our toys...ahem stuff there!)
But I didn't say anything, nodded my head to show that I understood and walked off...truth be told I was really curious who was the renter. So when my mum wasn't looking I opened the forbidden door. I saw a guy (I'm not sure how I know it was a guy since He had long hair and I can't see his face)... maybe because it was a dream that's why I didn't freaked out when he extended his hand outward towards me like welcoming me into his embrace. At that time I didn't know what hit me but I ran into those arms without even thinking twice and I kid you not, for the first time I felt so calm and at ease - not a care in the world... all my burdens, my sorrows disappeared just like that. And I felt that I've known Him since a very long time. When I woke up, my face was wet. I cried in my sleep.
I bet you're asking now what is so special about that dream that it became the turning point in my life? Hmm, I'm not so sure myself. But for someone like me who has a problem in voicing out her thoughts...that dream took away all of my anxieties by letting me know somehow I was not alone. And........a year ago (I was 16) I had the same dream (but I was in school at that time). Everything was identical; the conversation, the color of my luggage...well, you get my point. Except that time I didn't opened that door, I woke up before I had the chance. I told a friend bout my dream and she told me it was God...I didn't buy it 100% but I didn't ask further (didn't want to be insensitive). Just a coincidence? I dunno, yeah maybe, I thought so myself too :D,, but that didn't change the fact that it made me felt a whole lot better :).
But I didn't became a believer till much later on,,,I was as stubborn as a mule (so it's gonna take more than that to be able to convince me). But God didn't gave up on me. And how did I know it was God?,,Hmm...The fact that I'm still here today, I think that's the biggest evidence I have. :)