I kept waking up at night fearing I’d mess up today.

Discipline

Know then in your heart that as a man disciplines his son, the lord your god disciplines you. So you shall keep the commandments of the lord your god by walking in his ways and by fearing him. (Deuteronomy 8:5-6) He whom the Lord loves, He disciplines. If you experience correction in your walk, rejoice. Not everyone is NOT left to their own destructive paths and ways. You hear the voice of God that reproves. Other have only silence. Every christian walking in his earthly journey still has a lot of learning and unlearning to do. If you see God’s hands coming down to you, and with great might, find comfort in this: that He makes your crooked ways straight. His hands are not to condemn...

I have yet to find the balance between hostility and flattery. Something that would come across as genuine graciousness.

The worst that can happen is it will fail. That’s not so bad, right?

I thought I was the game changer, but I was only the pawn to his play.

Miscarriage

3-22-2019 In my mother's embrace, While yet unseen, I began living. Before I could ask for it, I was given moments. Minutes. Caress. Care. In my mother's arms, I was loved long before I could yearn for it. Before I could cry out for it, I was lent my breath. My movements. My heartbeat. My smile. But while yet unseen, I began leaving My parents' grasp, so loving. While yet unheard I felt my breath fading. I am being called, being reclaimed. Before my race started, I have been called away, out of a world and its crooked ways. And to my Master blessed, who lent me this life and breath, I now yield and say, "Yes." I have been given, And now I am being taken away. In my life's short span I've...

Death

I stand in silent anticipation as an old friend drives up my door. He has come for yet another visit-- I swear he drops by more often than before. He has never yet arrived quite unannounced, but he'd always give a very short notice. Yet perhaps no heads up is advance enough for someone's visit such as his. There are always more things to be done, more preparations to look after; And every time that he leaves, there are countless details I wish I did better. So with every goodbye he utters every time he steps out of my place, I would make amends on my planner so as to receive him next time with more grace. It's been eight months since Death first knocked at my door, since I first...