The First
I remember the very first time I heard him sang this song. And I
thought, wow he's so cool.
Reminder from Sushi Teh yesterday, wait upon the Lord.
I remember the very first time I heard him sang this song. And I
thought, wow he's so cool.
Reminder from Sushi Teh yesterday, wait upon the Lord.
I'm stuck at the chapter of forgiveness. And Strobel says that perhaps
one reason we can't forgive ourselves is because we've never tried to
make right with the person whom we've wronged.
It is so true.
I'm not a believer of shying away from making amends. And reading this
brought a few incidents into mind.
I'm not a good person, my history is streaked with the several times
which I screwed up really badly , resulting in a big pothole which
might take long to fill if not never.
Considering that I just turned 26 with the coming of 2012, the
percentage of my screw ups seem pretty high.
That aside, if I may say so myself, the only similarity in all these
situations is that I'll always, always, strive to make amends.
Some turned out great, and others, well, need some more time to
simmer it out. Making amends is harder than making mistakes, I've
learnt that thus far.
I remember my good times with one, which ended somewhat
disappointingly. I had a choice to confess or not, and I chose to go
ahead. I guess sometimes the ideal ending remains just that, ideal.
But I miss her.
In my quiet times someone asked me, if you had known that the result
would be like that, would you still have chosen to broach the subject?
I thought about it seriously. And my answer, a firm 'yes'. Why? I was
asked. Because I cared too much to let it go unsaid.
And with that in mind, somehow, I can let myself breathe a little bit
easier. And I know God will make all things turn out for our good.
Attempting to make things right with who we have wronged is a step
towards forgiveness. God is so wise.
I think ive passed almost a couple of hundreds of people on the
streets. amusingly enough, majority of them wore the same expression.
teary squinted eyes, a little sniffling of the nose, lips hanging
loose as though the muscles there have not awaken yet.
and I wonder what makes them go on, day after day, week after week,
year after year. Commitments? Family? Brands? Pride? Status?
And the image of a kid's face crosses my mind. Innocent, full of life,
a little mischief no doubt. But alive. Will this little one grow up to
be the blank and lifeless walking mannequins that passed by me today?
I think back on what he said and i smile. I recall something He
whispered, and I beam.
Without Love, humanity seems...depleted.