Psalm 23

 

I was grade one, 7 years old. Our class adviser/teacher was MS. Josephine. She asked us to memorize this bible verse as a recitation in our GMRC Class(Good Moral and Right Conduct). It was Psalms 23.

 

I honestly forgot to memorize this verse over that one weekend, was left usually biking or just plainly watching TV. Just like any normal kid would do in the 90s. I wasn’t bad at school, I wasn’t really good either. I was cool at school. I flunk, I fail a lot, I get 100% often times, I get to be on top sometimes, and I pass with or without flying colors. I was a happy kid. 

MS Josephine started calling my classmates one by one, alphabetically in order. I was really nervous. I do not know any single line. I don’t even have a bible to start with, until now wala akong bible(parinig to anyone please buy me LOL).

Luckily, my last name was V and I was always last in recitations. I re-called listening to my classmates recite the verse, I was panicking while writing what they were saying, and at the same time I was memorizing what they said. I was imagining myself as if I was about to go on an audition. Then I was called. Drum rolls. Action!

I was able to recite the verse and I am proud to be able to face that KIND of resilience at a very young age. I am quite sure I was able to pull off a show. Besides, the show must go on even though I stuttered.

The objective was not to cry in front of my classmates or even be kulelat. 

Hence, talking about resilience, at this time. I have been fighting with my anxiety. I have no choice to ignore it. I battle a huge paranoia in my head, and nobody seems to understand the consistent war inside my head. But then I remember my younger days, I was standing in front of class.

“As I walk to the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil, for you are with me….”

thanks teach Josephine, pero dko na siya kabisa.. haha. 

#fightinganxiety #memories