.

staaaaaahhhhhp eeeeeeeeeeeeet.
stop the wallowing.
stop the time wasting.
focus on what is ahead of you.
it's not worth it.
celebrate today.

reminder

the power of prayer

is something that is constantly ringing today.
from sharing to listening, for wisdom and strength.
then hearing to seeing, for healing and peace.
followed by questioning and confession, for love and clarity.
and finally a thought and a reminder, of the power of prayer.

stabbing in Henan, Chengping.
gunning in Newstone, Connecticut.
children. the pain.
healing and peace.

reminder of the lost, the loved, and the Beloved.

dearly

why?
the discovery, the hurt, the emptiness, the shame, the fear, the...

the love, the gaze, the smile, the joy..

fall short.



and because of this, it is pushed..
to ends.
so maybe, it has to resurface.




love you dearly.

dry

i know because i'm emotional, there are many tears to spare.

but when the time comes to react..

just let it run dry, so they don't have to surface and fall out. 

just run dry. 

[rhythms] show me

This is my prayer

Father God please pull her out
out of the ditch that she is digging deeper
out of the non-existing wonderland she is hoping to see
out of the hell-hole that she is playing around with

I want to see her
the daughter you've made her to be
I see it, I saw it, the sparkle in her eyes, the fire burning for your kingdom
Father, it's in your daughter
Father, show me how to love like you Loved

Father..

[rhythms] step and stone

these are the steps You bring me through

with each step up i took, i was hoping not to see you.

going with hopes

..but then again, maybe not today.

from a buzz and a phrase

i answered

then questioned

and drifted

then a step and a step
until i see ..a stone
heavy.

back to where i long to leave
so they fell.
droplets

but not for long, as You show me the work of Your hands
the wonders, the joy, the act of creation
followed by surprise and laughter, stun and acknowledgement
short but sweet, reminisce and linger

when grey clouds float, pity became anger
fueled with disappointment and neglect
something from the past, but somehow resurfaced.

maybe that is how it was, how i am.
the jealous me.
the hideous me.
the broken me.

yet You continue to walk with me, talk to me, love the unlovable
but not without a price. the heavy heavy price of your life.
You shower me with grace, but i shake it off like the unwanted, insignificant.

with each step You guide me to
each stone on my heart, the burdens.
You take it out and place it in front of me, so that it becomes a stepping stone
waiting..

:)

祝我快樂的十二月一號 :)