Like Grated Cheese In the Sieve

Over the length of time in search for perfection, a crucial thing remains as the core of my travails; hardly a fulfillment, a negation to aim this goal, for it’s impossible and never gets to fruition. Attempts have always been on the horizon, thinking that perhaps it can be possible; however, experiences have proved so well, that I’m just human, weak in some occasions. As the process goes, a journey occurs, it’s human nature though with ups and downs, but I know that I have to move on; amid some tests and trials to meet. Lent with its spiritual discipline, makes me realize and think about my life, my relationship with God and others; becomes my concern as I keep in the game. Commitment to faith, a response to life, create a pattern that shows who I am; this, however, defines an identity, my spirituality within my cultural identity. I feel like a grated cheese being sieved, with penance, sacrifice, prayer, and fasting; these entail a discipline meant to happen as a promise, a pledge to God the most High. Like a grated cheese in the sieve, there’s fragmented shadow of despair; it’s a kind of thing to deal with, when relationship goes beyond proportion. I embrace life through obedience, with an attitude of listening then; yet, along the path of God’s perfection, I stumble and ask his mercy and compassion. Human as I am in this generation, I still try to make myself whole again; when brokenness emerges beyond my control, I seek God’s help and divine inspiration.