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And the Prince Was With Me

And the Prince Was With Me

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Published by Elydia R. Reyes
a turning point that I'd always celebrate!
a turning point that I'd always celebrate!

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Published by: Elydia R. Reyes on Jul 18, 2010
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Once there was a teeny bopper who was deeply in-loved with the IrisBoyband Westlife. She would switch TV channels to record the date, the TV program and the number of times she watched the favorite band’s music videos. Sometimes she would exchange non-sense fights with her brother because the latter would alwaydevour with cartoons. The prince of peace and love, annoyed by the scenario of petty quarrels, took away the cause of the siblingswar. The teeny boppers TV screen went blank leaving the children in the care of the huge black Karaoke.Growing up became hard for teeny bopper. While all her classmates would have blast discussing their favorite TV programs, she would end up eavesdropping,contenting herself to the pleasure of listening.
The scribbled children’s story above (
which needs more creativity 
) is thecomic version of how I and my brother manage living life without a television set (
it’s been four years and counting 
) and how listening to the old family karaoke brought mecloser to my true love…
If my Life were a book, it would be a paperback, coffee table book entitled …
. I could see that it would be a big hit since people of myage (
I’m turning 20 
) are very much engrossed with love stories.I met my prince late in December, 2004 just two years after I lost grip of theTV set. Never in my dreams did I realize that someone like him would give me totalecstasy I couldn’t explain. I was having doubt with myself during those days when hecame. This was because I was fed up of the pressure my
“ high school friends 
“wereputting on my shoulders. (
But up to now, we are still friends, just to clarify.
) Therewere times I would feel so inferior that I just would want to dissolve somewhere inthe air. . .
Graduating with flying colors was such a fulfilling experience (
the congratulations of everyone, the people’s acceptance, the smile of you parents and relatives and of course, the popularity! 
) yet is heartbreaking and emotionally baggingespecially when they would expect a lot from you. I was really hurt when I did notreach the quota of the course I applied for in UP. (
I cried a lot, glasses of water pls..
.)But life must go on so I enrolled in a nearby university which my friends wouldalways say was a wrong move. Why would I settle for a second class university whenI can go far?-This, they would always exclaim. “Sayang naman daw ang utak ko.”Yes, they were after my future (
for the name of the university matters when you apply for a job 
) but unknowingly, they were deepening the bruise I had- the self pity and thehurt ego of being not the best. I was little by little losing self confidence and wasbuilding the tower of resentment for failing. I eventually hated myself and was onlystudying to maintain my scholarship. I was no longer happy. There was this emptinessand loneliness deep in my heart.
Before that December night, the Karaoke was nothing but a mere source of entertainment. I became addicted with afternoon dramas and music countdowns of FM stations. I would debate with the announcers and discuss with them political andsocial issues. Once in a while, I would tune in to 702 DZAS, a Christian station thatwas introduced to me by my grandma and which I used to listen to when I was still achild. They broadcast infinite sermons and preaching - God is good, God is love. (
Althose I have known since then.
) But there was this particular sermon that wasexceptionally powerful, Jesus was indeed talking to me- I found myself bending myknees, forgiving myself, accepting Christ as my savior and being totally renewed. Thetears were overflowing as I lifted my life to Him and yes, there was unexplainable joy.
The seed that was planted on me when I was still a child grew. I come torealize that knowing Jesus, believing in Jesus and accepting Jesus as my savior arethree different things.I have known Jesus since I was four, being raised by a Protestant father and aCatholic mother. I remember my dad would lead the family in prayers while my mom
would always bring me in pabasas. From there, I learned that Jesus is the son of Godwho came to Earth to save the world.
Almost aChristian
I have believed in Jesus’ power and providence since I attended my Sundayschool. Never did Jesus fail my prayers. When I asked for chocolates, my tita wouldalways bring some; when I wanted to win quiz bees, I would win. There are a numberof answered prayers and blessings that I could list (
and writing them down would be a book itself 
) but the greatest of all that Jesus did, is healing my ear from infectionwhich the doctor said, would be needing a major operation. After a year of medication, the infection was gone for good.
IntheArmsof thePrince
I have accepted Jesus as my savior just three years ago. (if only I could turnback time and accepted Jesus earlier, I would). Everything has significantly changed.I become more aware of people’s needs, braver and stronger in facing life’s rocks, andmore patient in waiting for unfulfilled dreams… I entrusted my life to Him.Jesus Christ is the prince who was with me the day that I was born, themoment I brought myself back and in other minuet details of my life. He took awaythe TV set and used the huge black karaoke that I may find the road back to Him. Andfor Him this poem I dedicate:The road seems wide all the whileBut looking back I could seeThe lonely, empty life I had without You.And every time I try to findThe joy in people’s arms,I’m still searchingI’m incomplete.
Meeting her one and only true love, the teeny bopper has realized the meaning of her life. Life is more than watching Westlife’s music videos and winning over her brother. She still likes Westlife and tries to catch their videos once in a while but the 

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