Where life is momentarily perfect, and there are no dirty dishes lying in the sink waiting to be washed.
“Will you surrender your life to Me?”
This almost-a-whisper question vanished as quickly as it came into my heart. Being extended this invitation—as weighted as it is—doesn’t shock me. Because that was and is my prayer—more of Christ, less of me. And this prayer has been increasing in intensity and meaning as I find myself losing grip on many life’s circumstances over these two years.
This happened a few months ago.
While being sandwiched in a crowded MRT, I observed how people are using their smartphones or books to form their personal space. Continue reading “Being surrounded by people doesn’t mean we are connected. “
The Present is here, this, now.
The Present is the great I am.
It doesn’t grip your heart with anxiousness from what-ifs;
It doesn’t drown you in self-pity;
It doesn’t condemn you with regrets. Continue reading “The Present”
Diary entry: The only hope in this post is my hope in the Lord who will work His way in me, turning this angry tyrant into a mature person. Sigh. Continue reading “The battle with anger is on.”