My name is called Promise. I am a seed.
Like me, there are many other seeds, and their names are also called 'Promise'.

You may ask me, how did I come into existence? How did we come into existence?
Everyday, we are flying in and out of people.

"I promise to finish my homework, mom."

"I promise to bring you out shopping if you get good grades, girl."

Those are the minor ones.

"I promise that I will change, I PROMISE!"
"It's alright, as long as you're willing to change."
A hug.

"I'm sorry for not treating you like I should. I promise to be with you for the rest of your life, loving and protecting you all the days of my life. Dear, I PROMISE."
A kiss.

Many of these seeds are being air flown into the ears of people. They take root in the heart of people, and start to grow. But after the years get by, things do change. When promise seed grows into promise tree, it would eventually face the scorches of stress and chills of tension.

"You PROMISED six years ago that you will change, and now, you're still smoking!"
"Shut up! You're a BORE!"

A slap.

"I'm bored with staying with you! It's already one and a half years! You're a nuisance! Fancy demanding my attention every now and then! I'm sick and tired! I've broken up with you so many times before, how stupid was I to have even PROMISED to be with you? This is the FINAL time. Go, find another guy. I can't be bothered with you."
Tears flow. Sadness scars the broken heart.

Tears flow. Voices are raised. Emotions take over.
Rage. Hurt. Agony.

A broken heart from a broken promise.

Yet there's only one guy who can restore my broken state. His name is Jesus. From the cross which He died, from the blood which He shed, he mended all the wounds... including ours.

"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise." Psalms 51:17