A life story about God

I usually do not talk about God too often. Is not because I am ashamed but because I didn't get a chance until now to meet Him, know Him too well or something like that. In other words, I didn't read the Bible until now. Not because I didn't want to but because it just happened. 

I remember I have read it somewhere on Hi5, a long time ago, but it had a good life-lesson so I remembered it. It is about a new saint and God. This new saint had to learn how things work on the Earth so both, the saint and God, came down (on the Earth).

First, they stopped in front of a rich family's house. It was so big that a hole village could live under the same roof. The door was from glass so they could see their house inside. At first, the bodyguards didn't want to let them in, but the wife came and asked:

-Who are these people? What they want?

-They are street people, madam, they said. They asked for food and a place to sleep.

The wife looked at those two men and, because it was cold outside, she agreed to let them in. The house was indeed big, the stairs were covered in gold, everything seemed like a fairytale house. Just that, this rich family, gave them all the rests from their meals and let them sleep in the basement. During the night, God woke up and took a walk in that "room". It was dirty, wet and the smell was terrible, but at least they had a warm place to sleep. Then, God saw a hole in the wall. He looked a while at it, then He covered it with his hand and the hole disappeared as it never was there. The saint saw Him and asked:

-They are enough rich to cover themselves that hole. Why did You did it?

God smiled and sat next to him. He took the saint's hands and smiled. His eyes were pleased as they received all the love there. Then, He answered:

-Son, not everything is what it seems. Let's sleep. Tomorrow we have to wake up in the morning and go on. 

The saint didn't understand a word of what God was trying to tell him. He fell asleep wondering what God wanted to teach him. Next day in the morning, they both thanked to the owners of the hourse for the hospitality and left. They walked all day without eating anything, bearing with the hot weather outside. They were lucky to meet a lot of nice people who offered them a glass of water. 

The night came and they hurried to the second house. 

This time, was the house of a poor family. They were 8, so they had 6 children in total. They were welcomed in the house and even if they only had two rooms, the guests slept in the best bed. The only food they had was the milk from their cow. The family loved and cared about the cow, as if it was their eyes. They also gave to the guests the best food they had and treated them like family. They had a chance to wash themselves with warm water and sleep well. During the night, around 3 a.m. God walked out of the room and went to the roof. He silently sat down and looked at the sky. The saint went out too, followed God to the roof. God looked like He was waiting for someone or something. He looked like He was blessing this family for sure. The saint sat next to God and prayed for the family too. After a few minutes, something happened in the stable. The cow suddenly started to scream out loud and then the sound disappeared. The family ran quickly to the stable and what they saw? Their precious cow was dead. Immediatly all family started to cry and prayed to God to give back their cow. 

Angry, after seeing this, the saint stood up and asked God:

-God, at the first house, we were treated bad, those people were selfish and, yet, you covered that hole for them. And HERE, where these people treated us like their family, we ate their food, used their best bed and washed with warm water...they ONLY had a cow to feed all these children. WHY did you let such a nightmare to happen to them?? Why they have to suffer? They are good people, God. Why did you let this happen??

God smiled again and said the same thing: Nothing is what it seems to be. The saint was angry again. 

-What does that mean, God? I didn't understand you yesterday and today I don't understand either. Please explain so I can understand.

God smiled again, touched his shoulder and said softly:

-Come here, son. Have a sit next to me. Remember the first house, yesterday? Yes, I did covered that hole. But you were blind because you saw that gold and that treasure in one single house. If you would've tried to look closer, you would've seen that inside the hole was gold. [The eyes of the saint got bigger.] So, I only covered that gold, because that family was enough selfish. I wanted to hide that gold so that they won't find it and destroy themselves.After that, we came here. Is true, this family deserves the best. They deserve to live a long life without knowing what pain is. But last night, the angel of death came to me and told me that he was going to take their mother. Do you think I could do that? I offered in return their cow's life and that's how they will eat less, but  they will be happy together, as a family.

After hearing this, the saint got his lesson. He undersood that behind all the things that others do, there is always a reason that we don't know. That we shouldn't judge anyone because only God has this power. 

Hope you enjoyed my little story. Is not mine, but I remembered it yesterday and I wanted to share it with you. 

God bless everyone!

Facts about me (◠‿◠)✌ ツ

❣ I like sleeping, my bed is my lover;
❣ My favourite vegetable is meat;
❣ I like pistachios and seeds;
❣ I like dark chocolate;
❣ I like to chance my hairstyle often;
❣ I like to improvise in the kitchen;
❣ I like stupid and childish songs, they make me smile;
❣ I like smiling a lot;
❣My favourite colours are white or light colours (pink, yellow, blue or grey);
❣I like cooking, knitting or crochetting;
❣I like music and movies;
❣ My favourite male actor is Kim Beom (Korean actor);
❣ I like mamaliga with cheese;
❣ I like the parmesan;
OTHERS:
✺ I am quiet only when I am upset or sad;
✺ Usually, I talk too much;
✺ I don't sleep too much;
✺ My favourite part is during night, when my imagination is at maximum;
✺ I am a daydreamer;
✺ I am romantic;
✺ When I was a child, I used to wish to become a singer, an actor or a journalist;
✺ Is hard to drag me out of the house, but when I go out, I tend to stay too long;
✺ I say a lot of stupid things, but this is what makes me special;
✺ I am messy;
✺ If I like you, I am that kind of person that would stick to you even if you want to get rid of me;
✺ I forget things easily;
✺ I put a lot of questions if I don't understand something;
✺ I am a curious person;
✺ I am too honest, I say things in the other's faces;
✺ I always leave my drink unfinished;
✺ I used to write romances when I was younger, but I don't write anymore;
✺ I used to do ballet a looong time a go;
✺ I used to do bellydance and do jogging often;
✺ I usually get angry very fast, but I let if flow as fast as it came;
✺ I avoid to get upset on people because if I do so, I can ignore them for 1 or 2 years;

☓ I hate liers, hypocrites and those who are talking on our backs;
☓ I don't like beans;
☓ I don't like fish eggs;
☓ I don't like mutton;
☓I don't like the cold;
☓ Is sooo impossible for me to wake up in the morning because I'm used to stay awake until very late;
☓ I can be very mean if I want to, but usually I pretend I don't see and hear things around me;
☓ I don't like oranges, lemons or other citrus fruits, but I like the smell of oranges;
☓ I don't like tripe (belly) soup;
☓ I don't like when other people blame others for their fault or they forget to keep their promises;

✌ That's all! See ya~

After eight months only....and I miss you like crazy ✞ Part one ✞

A few months ago I recevied an offline message from my sister telling me "Did you find out about mom?". That was how everything has started. I recall that moment as the worst moment ever. 

I was in Vienna, for studies, and I was about to give some tests for my final grade. There was nothing more interesting in my life than that experience. (I will tell you more about this in some other post). My mother was sick since I was in second grade. She used to go to the hospital three times per week for dialysis for more than 11 years. I was prepared for this for a long time, but when the time came, I realized I wasn't prepared at all. I thought for the worst that moment. Since she never had problems until now, she was one of the strongest persons I've ever met (and I am glad I am like her). But she had a heart-attack for 45 minutes. It was a true miracle that she survived. I was shocked, stressed, scared and alone, in a new dormitory. It happened that a girl, from the same floor, saw me and asked if I need to go out for a walk to make me feel better. It was nice to have someone there, next to me, even if she was just a stranger to me. I am grateful to that person. After that shock I had a pain in my chest so strong that I couldn't eat, sleep or do anything else. I called everyone to ask how she is. Everybody told me she is just fine, but the pain wouldn't go anywhere. There was nothing in this world more precious than my mother. In one morning I called my mother from Vienna to see how she is, but the call was redirected to another person.

-Hello, mom?! How are you? Are you ok?

-What mother? There is no mother here. You called the wrong person. 

That moment I was like "What's wrong? She couldn't recognize me???" so I got even more scared. I checked twice the phone number and it was the same...it was her number. I cried so much that day. I was scared that I was going to lose her, that I am not there for her. I cursed the day I applied for my scholarship. I hated me being there because I couldn't leave the place...

The only way I could be by her side, was to pray. So I decided to ask all my friends and their friends to pray together for my mother. In a post on facebook. I am glad I had them next to me, encourage me all the time and pray together for me. Thank you all!

So here it is, the post:

Pray for my mother

19 IUN 2012 - 21:26:10

Hello everyone. My name is Marina Voicu, 23 years, I am a
student from Korean-English section in Cluj-Napoca, Romania, and now I am an
exchange student in Vienna. I am not writing here to ask you money or anything
material. I would like to ask you to pray for my mother, who is in the hospital
in Bucharest, Romania. I know I am not the best friend or the perfect
classmate, or I might be someone you just heard about or not, but in this
moment I would appreciate those who have a heart and love their mother, if you
have time or would like to pray for my mother also. Her disease is something
that cannot be fixed. Is called polycystic kidney (is like a cancer for kidney). If you google it you will find out that this disease will reapear in a few months on a new
kidney so I don’t ask for anything material since she cannot be operated.

She had the first surgery at 21 years, and with almost 13 before now, the second
one. In a few words, she didn’t had any kidney for almost 13 years (this years)
and she went 3 times/ week at the hospital for dialysis to take out her
liquid. Because of this, her other organs (including her heart) started to get
weaker and weaker. 

On Friday I came back to the dormitory, after a long day, and I’ve fpund out about
my mother’s first heart attack (in these 13 years!). You can
imagine that I was so scared that I couldn’t sleep at all. The doctors tried
for 40 minutes to bring her back to life and they succeded. But because she wasresuscitated for so long she had some pains in the chest and other problems. Her body got weak. After that, everybosy told me that she is fine but I still felt a hole
inside and I kept being worried. Today I’ve found out that yesterday had the
second heart attack (in 4 days). For those who study medicine, they understand
exactly how things are going. Now I am scared that she can have another and she
can die this time. That’s why I am asking you this.

She is a wonderful mother who sacrificed herself for letting me study what I want,
even now she doesn’t want us (me and my smaller sister who works in Indonesia)
to know about her real situation because she loves us too much to make us
worried. 

She is that kind of mother who doesn’t need anything but gives everything to the
others. Those who had met her before know already how is she. Strong woman with
a kind heart. So, I’m begging you to help me with a praier for her because her
case is really rare and the situation doesn’t seem to good. I know I should
just be greatful because I had her all these 13 years when not even the doctor
didn’t gave her any chance at the beginning, but is it a bad thing to wish to
have her more? I am just 23, I am not even married. And now, while I am writing
this post, my tears are falling down because I know I cannot do anything else
for her than praying and praying again. I’m not good at talking about feelings,
but if I should explain how I feel is like trying to breath under the water or
in a plastic bag (for a longer time). There is no expression for this feeling
actually. If you  still don’t understand the feeling, is easier to think that your own mother is in this case. You can understand but you never can know exactly how I feel unless you’ve been trough this. I am not the person who does these things, but in this case is really necessairly because only a miracle from God can help my mother.

I hope you will excuse me because I dared to ask you this. I really love my
mother and at least this is what I can do for her. God bless everybody and all
the mothers in this world.

Marina (19 June 2012)

As a response, a lot of friends and stranger were next to me. We were praying together for her and God listened to us. I even sent one of my friends from Bucharest to visit her and she told me is better if I could come back as soon as possible. My mother wasn't looking to well. After a few days, she had almost a heart-attack again. Because of  some analysis that gave her so much pain that she almost fainted without breath. After that, I could breath normally. That pain from my chest disappeared. My classmated found out from Facebook about my story and the teachers already thought I left back home. I went to my supervisor and told him what happened. I asked what can I do and he gave me a chance to leave a week earlier. After a lot of trubles with papers (Austria is crazy with sooo many papers xD), I finally got a chance to come in Romania with someone's private car.

---TO BE CONTINUED---- Part two and Part three

You love me ❤, you love me not ✘...

Here I am, stressed about the exam tomorrow, yet thinking about the loved one. I  was thinking how funny it is when others treat love as pleasure, romantic love that will pass soon, something unimportant, unserious thing and so on. And yet they are all screaming out "Why I am not loved?", "Why I always end up suffering?", why, why and why... It is funny how people give advices about how you will suffer for this love, but never how happy you will be. Is this all, people? You can't think clear now because you had to suffer in the past? Because he was not the right one for you? Everybody suffered at some point, for any reason, but they are not dead, they are not sad, they are just fine now. 

I wish we would dare more to love, we would dare to say it and go for it. If you don't take the risk, you cannot find out what he or she will think. I used to be afraid telling how I feel, until it was too late. The boy I loved so much, was murdered. And I was left back with the words...Then, I promised I will never be like that again, never wait until is too late. I promised to myself to dare because I deserve to give a try. I deserve to give myself a chance. I need to find out what is the truth. So I go for it. If is a no, then is ok. Because love doesn't require anything in return, but if is a yes, I could be proud and say to myself "I knew it!". 

So, my dear readers, enjoy life. When you feel like he or she is the one for you, say it. Send a text, leave a message, tell them face to face, tell them anywhere and anytime. But don't stay with the words inside your mouth.

As you already know, most heart-breaked hearts are because of untold words. Love much and share it!

My first post on this blog

It is winter yet and all exams are waiting at my door. Tomorrow is the start of this stressfull part called "exams". I am scared and happy in the same time. I've been waiting a long time for my final year in this university, therefore I will be graduating soon. These days I've been thinking a lot about my future, about my dreams and plans that I've made until now, about what I wish and what I have to do in the future. Nothing seems clear lately and I need to think twice about this. 

Self-Introduction: Hello, my name is Mary. And I am 23. My major is Korean lanugage and literature, and my second major is English language and literature. I live in Romania. My favourite movies are Asian, obviously, I ❤ Korean culture and I am in ❤  I am a simple person, I laugh and smile a lot, I like people around me and I get confused easily. I am abitious and I do a lot of foolish things, I ❤ animals, music and dance, I ❤ watching movies and sleep a lot. I like walks at night, rain and being kissed. I ❤ when I can be myself without being afraid of what others think of me, I hate lying and liers. In some other life I might have been a model or something since I like taking pictures and being filmed. I like memories and hollidays, I like eating, cooking or knitting. I could be a great mom but I am afraid of being married. I don't trust any guy I meet because I had suffered a lot in the past, but when I do, I do it with all my heart. I stopped being angry on my past, I take the chance when I have it and not regret it later. I am who I am because of the circumstances I've been through until now, all the experiences of my life made me who I am today. I am messy in my life, but obsessed with cleaning. I ❤ being hugged and hug others. I believe in trust, respect and long relationships of all kinds. I belive in God and good people, I know I am not a good person but I am willing to chance myself and be better. I like cherries and flowers, I appreaciate more small gifts than expensive and with-no-feelings gifts. When I was a child I wished I could become a great singer but, without someone to encourage me and practice, I lost my voice I used to have. I can change my mind easily, my imagination has no limits, I am a day-dreamer, I say stupid jokes, I smile with no reason. I am a romantic person, I read a lot, I share my thoughts with many, but different people (each of them is well-chosen for the type of thought I have, each of them is special in their way). I have a lot of friends, but a few true friends ❤. I miss my old friends all the time but I am too afraid to tell them. Most of the time, they have their life now, without me. I am scared to death because of the enemies I've reached, but I will never give up on my dreams. I know exactly what I want and I will do my best to have it. With hard work and hope, I believe each of us can be happy and get what they want. I am willing to give up on my own happiness for my friend's happiness (if he/ she is a good and sincere friend), I am willing to do whatever it takes to prouve to myself that I can do it, I am willing to listen anyone who needs me, to care for those who need this, to cry or laugh with my loved ones. I can do a lot of things and in the end I will still say "I haven't done anything today.". I could talk a lot about myself, but never is enough. And you know why? Because a person is complex, too complex to be analyzed. But, for now, is enough. This is ME. And I am proud to be myself. ❤