At least to mine.
It has been a long time since I actually put what I really feel inside into writing. It is a crazy resolution not to chronicle or immortalize my thoughts for fear of being read or judged or ridiculed. (Three sentences later, I am willing to give up on this entry)
I must have fallen out of love with words. Or they with me. In any case, I struggle to bring my thoughts out unabashedly like I used to. I am back to the process of convincing myself that I can write.
My joyless existence begins. Lord, please end it. The joylessness, I mean. Not the existence. Yet. Hehe.
It's life's valleys that scare me; as if I have to try harder to reach God but then it is He who holds out to me. Then I remember that in trying times, there is joy in suffering because the Lord will always lend His hand to hold. I keep forgetting that His presence is not based on what I feel. His presence is based on who He is and who He says He is. And I trust that, feeling or no feeling.
2 comments:
i want halo halo. :p
what a coincidence. i have felt the same thing about writing my thoughts down but somehow failing in my attempt to employ the words that truly reflect my innermost sentiments. hay Xarissa, kita tayo soon, ok? with Jean too!
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