That’s a line from a song by Group 1 Crew. A really awesome group, by the way.

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One night, as I was about to start doing my Homework for a subject, I realized I have nothing to do it with. AJ was using his laptop, watching a movie for de-stressing, East was using his for studying purposes. I grabbed a pack of Butter Creams and went to the “veranda” of our room. I started eating the biscuits, looked at the night sky, shifted my gaze to the empty basketball court below me, then to the serene streets occasionally disturbed by passing people. In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash from the sky.

Lightning. Must be lightning. I love lightnings! I love watching them. There was this one night that we went to the track oval just to gaze at the hundred or so lightning trails that danced in the sky. Tonight was different — it was cloudy. But still, I love the fascination that drowns me whenever lightnings begin to design the almost blank night sky.

I continued to let my mind wander as my eyes wandered along around the dimly lit view below me. I started thinking of my faith goals. When are they coming to pass? I can’t wait til forever for them! Again, in the corner of my eye, i saw a flash from the sky.

I missed it! Again! Where was I when the sky displayed a rarity??

Then it hit me. Like a brick to my snail-like head.

If I did want to see the flashes of lightning, then why wasn’t I looking at the sky?

My eyes started welling up with tears. Before I knew it, I was gazing at the sky despite the blurriness caused by the unwiped tears from my eyes. More amazingly, it came to a point where I didn’t care whether lightnings appeared or not; all I cared about was that I was looking at the sky.

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“Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand throne of God.”

-Hebrews 12:2