Twinkle

When I'm on my own I like staring at the sky while I think. It reminds me of people I love. And how all the disappointments pale in comparison to its vastness. Where does the sky end? In the morning I look up and see it filled with soft wisps of clouds while I feel the warmth of the light on my face. In the dark when everything else disappears I see the moon which stays in sight no matter where I go. Like a sort of quiet. Because everyone gets to have his own part of the sky and no one can stop anyone. In this rat race with so many papier-mache friendships where everyone wants to have the upper hand, how many actually stop to lift up their chins and give the sky a look? And realise that life isn't all about competing?
So many traipse through the same routine everyday not knowing where they're heading. But if you could just give it a little thought, you'd realise that no matter how much we've become, we're all still under the same sky. The sky that is always there when you look up. The sky speaks of hope we all unknowingly long for. A connection between people separated geographically. A reminder of how much more life is about. A solace in this broken world of distraught.
Everyone gets the chance to witness the rainbow. But only if one faithfully watches the sky often enough. And the rainbow reminds us of the covenant God made. His promise to us. And like the sky, his love endures. And provides hope. I'm reminded that despite every agony I'm going through, He's safely in control of the bigger picture.
When the rain starts to fall on my face, I can gently close my eyes and feel safe because I know when the rain stops and I look again, the light remains. Even in the dark, the moon never fails to be the brightest.

I LOVE JOEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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Power Of The Cross

Oh, to see my name
Written in the wounds,
For through Your suffering I am free.
Death is crushed to death
Life is mine to live,
Won through Your selfless love.


And we stand forgiven at the cross.

This Good Friday and Easter, I'm again reminded deeply of how God promises to take away the past. And that I'm freed by Christ's death for me. Believe me, He's real.
How can I ever thank You enough?

Trigger

A song. A video. An exact same idea. And I'm breaking down in tears.
It has been years since I've cried into the wee hours like that. And I hate myself for this. A thousand times over. But I was never supposed to be strong.