Recency

I, recently, have been doing quite a bit of everything:
some reading, some writing, and some music.

Recently, I have been thinking a bit more, and a bit more, and bit by bit, more and more.
About love, about families, about friends, and of course, about myself.

Recently, I have been searching...
through hearts, through tears and laughters.
Searching for a passion, a voice, the first calling, and the first love.
Also, a way.

Recently, I'm listening. Yes, to a lot of music, and to the sounds of soundlessness.
I long to hear, the voice of truth, and see, the outpour of power.

Recently, I have been wondering, what life is all about.
I flipped through a few pages of Ecclesiastes, and found myself dwelling deeper in thoughts.
Light sparkles between the lines, in the word of God.


Right now, I want to pray, and...yea.

Miss you, people.

I wish, I had wings. I wish, I could fly. High up, WAY up, up above the clouds, up above the limits of the sky.
And then I wish, I could sing, up there, through the atmosphere, fill the earth, with the voice of love.
Also I wish, everyone could hear it, especially people whom I love, even people who may not know me.

Because, I want to be with you where you are, right now. You, and you, and you, and you.
My family, my friends, my besties, my companions...

But if, I cannot be at multiple places at the same time, and if, I cannot climb anywhere higher than the top of my bed, please, at least, let me sing, and may that voice rings in your hearts tonight.

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Please pass by me

I tied my shoes, made tight my fists, stretched out my legs, struggled to push myself closer to the finish line.
Full speed, full strength, whole-hearted, devoted, determined... till one point I couldn't move any forward..
Oops, S-t-u-c-k.

I looked around, tried again, harder, with more power...
Still, S-t-u-c-k.

I stood there straight, looked up to the sky, uttered, 'Yo...watssssssup.'
At the back of me someone whispered, 'Yea... stop and stand right there. Now let me do the lead. I'll walk BEFORE you.'




Please pass by me, so that I can follow.

Brook Besor

400 went to fight. 200 stayed in Brook Besor.

I was the later ones. 

400 came back from the battle, 200 had no share in the victory. 

Reasonable enough.

But David said no. 

"The share will be the same for the one who stayed with the supplies as for the one who went into battle.”   (I Samuel 30:24)

Now I don't understand. WHY. 

How could it be.

I took a break, you said it's okay. 

I rested, you fought for me.

I was too tired to go, you went wherever I couldn't go.

I thought you were angry. You smiled and blessed my rest. 

Let me not forget, the victory was a gift. 

Unearned, undeserved. For the 200, and the 400. 

Tick.Tack.

Sometimes I wish time could stop...

Sometimes I wish it could run faster.

Never take a break too long

I'm like a runner, running a race.
Though, I'm not running a good one.

Sometimes, in the middle of nowhere,
I'd take a break, drink a cup of tea,  have some fun with the little things along the road...
And then, maybe, I'd forget to get back to the track.
And usually, it takes me quite a while to pick it back up.

Yet, thank you, for you've always been with me,
watching over me and be ready to cheer for me...

till I start running, again.