The things I do are easily divided into two categories, those that I care about and those that...well...mean very little to me. For the things I care about, I ensure that I give my best...so you can tell I don't feel too strongly about blogging then, lol.
Well, yesterday, I tried to perform a task. I had spent so many man hours preparing for this task, yet as soon as I started that task, my confidence ran away and I stumbled and fumbled my way through.
Truth be told I probably didn't not do as badly as I felt at the end but then I didn't perform as I wanted to...
It started as tear stinging at the corners of my eyes and then I cried...burst forth liker a broken dam...cried till there were no more tears...
I wrote this in August of 08...I dont even remember what it was about. Oh well.
...and then went back to pick the pieces, my pieces...
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Hope rising
Isn't it amazing how God provides a glimmer of light just when your day is blackest?
Isn't it amazing how when you go through periods of darkness and sink into the abyss of despair or even when you get despondent, God shows up and provides the tiniest sliver of light.
Isn't amazing when you have an experience in your storm and hope is suddenly rekindled? When a song rises from within and you know all will be well and indeed God holds your future.
Isn't amazing how when your dream is at death's door, ragged and carelessly mutilated by the storms of life, God shows up and provides your negatives with an exposure, a short flash of light and you know a beautiful picture you soon will see?
Isn't it amazing how out of the depths of sorrow, God can bring up a thin ray of hope from the innermost parts of your beings and thin though that ray may be, it strengthens and upholds you like a beam of metal?
Isn't it just amazing how in the face of adversity, when the painful pangs of pregnancy rage, a sense of hope that you will birth your dream in the fullness of time arises like a fountain, unquenchable, yearning just to be shared and to spare some of its goodness.
Isn't Hope just amazing? Moreso, Isn't God amazing?
Isn't amazing how when your dream is at death's door, ragged and carelessly mutilated by the storms of life, God shows up and provides your negatives with an exposure, a short flash of light and you know a beautiful picture you soon will see?
Isn't it amazing how out of the depths of sorrow, God can bring up a thin ray of hope from the innermost parts of your beings and thin though that ray may be, it strengthens and upholds you like a beam of metal?
Isn't it just amazing how in the face of adversity, when the painful pangs of pregnancy rage, a sense of hope that you will birth your dream in the fullness of time arises like a fountain, unquenchable, yearning just to be shared and to spare some of its goodness.
Isn't Hope just amazing? Moreso, Isn't God amazing?
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