Happy Birthday, K.
Got reminded of his birthday by one of his friends who came and ask me when his birthday was. Good or bad, i somehow still remember his birthday. Guess, it does not hurt to say - Happy Birthday, you. All the best!
On the other hand...
Learning to trust in the plans He has for me is never easy. The fear and insecurity hits me the most when I realise how many times I have gone running back asking for mercy and guidance. yet, each time, my heart gets healed slowly by prayers and silence of the night, standing in front of the Grotto.
And this time, i have learnt to let go and let God.
Tears still fall. Amongst my sweat when i run. Running is still the best way for me at times like this. Slowly my images are blurred and my mind stops thinking and hoping. Reality hits me at my face and I know it's time to wake up.
And I could only wish for this dream to live on forever.
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