Many times we find ourselves separated from our Lord in the midst of our daily lives. The following is a prayer you may pronounce when you feel that you need to connect yourself with God in every part of your days.
God bless!
---
Dear Holy Spirit, my God pls come to my assistance in this Daily Journey toward eternity.
Let me see earthly pleasures according to their true values, without expecting too much from them.
Forgive me when my mind wanders in prayers and grant me interior strength to avoid unneccessary distractions.
Showme how to recollect my thoughts and control my senses, and let me forget worldly things when I am united with You in prayer.
Whatever leads me away from You is worthless and dangerous.
You are my greatest treasure. In all my activities I desire to be aware of Your nearness, so that I may live my earthly life in union with You.
Amen
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There are three things that walk with stately stride–no, four that strut about: the lion, king of animals, who won’t turn aside for anything. - Proverbs 30:29-30
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Love
If a person wants to be in your life, they'll make all the effort to do it.
Not simple.
Honestly, even if I want to prioritize my relationship to seek the right to be a priority, I can't seem to do so.
It's either he's not free, or I'm not.
It gets ugly when we both know it, and I get stuck thinking if we'll work. While feeling so, as a man with a stronger and better experience, he don't find that it's something we should completely focus on.
As long as we're in the heart.
But i'm having a problem with that.
I want him, God knows. And I know he does too. But faith comes to question when I think of our feasibility.
Just the other day, I read a sign on my current relationship:
'Its the unknown that tests our faith. It's when we are not sure where the direction is heading to that we call upon our faith to sustain us'
That's how it's like, I'd I can deliver the right words correctly. Hmm
I've tried to bid goodbye, but he seems to show how he can see it coming because he doesn't have the time for me, and yet he gives solutions. I've grateful to have him, but maybe our time is not now?
I question.
But as much as I want to dive to so much thoughts about him, I find that I myself have to really give the time that I commit to give him.
Give and take theory.
Still not simple.
Discernment continues....
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Not simple.
Honestly, even if I want to prioritize my relationship to seek the right to be a priority, I can't seem to do so.
It's either he's not free, or I'm not.
It gets ugly when we both know it, and I get stuck thinking if we'll work. While feeling so, as a man with a stronger and better experience, he don't find that it's something we should completely focus on.
As long as we're in the heart.
But i'm having a problem with that.
I want him, God knows. And I know he does too. But faith comes to question when I think of our feasibility.
Just the other day, I read a sign on my current relationship:
'Its the unknown that tests our faith. It's when we are not sure where the direction is heading to that we call upon our faith to sustain us'
That's how it's like, I'd I can deliver the right words correctly. Hmm
I've tried to bid goodbye, but he seems to show how he can see it coming because he doesn't have the time for me, and yet he gives solutions. I've grateful to have him, but maybe our time is not now?
I question.
But as much as I want to dive to so much thoughts about him, I find that I myself have to really give the time that I commit to give him.
Give and take theory.
Still not simple.
Discernment continues....
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
God calls anyone, whoever and whatever you are:
I found this story shared by a Kurdistan man posted on a blog at www.pedson.blogspot.com
It's a bit of a read but it is worth it:
It all started in late 1980’s when I was detained by the Iranian police for no reason. They thought that I had some connections with Kurdish political parties that were opposing the Islamic Republic. I did not have any connection with any political party or anything of that sort. Months went by without them even letting my family know where I was. Finally, the day came when I was brought into court. The Judge asked me three questions that were asked of many people:
What is your name? -- I said Zana.
What is your ethnicity? -- I said I am a Kurd.
What is your religion? -- I said that I am a Sunni Muslim.
I was taken out of the court, thrown back into my cell and I was beaten all night. Next morning, they put me on a bus headed back to Mahabad, my city in Kurdistan. On the bus, I was sitting next to a man. He opened his bag and took out a sandwich which was wrapped in newspaper. I was very hungry since I had not eaten regular food in almost six months. I did not want to look at his food but I just couldn't stand the smell of the kabobs. He turned around and asked me if I would like one. Without hesitating as we usually do in Iranian culture, I asked for one. Instead of one, he gave me two out of the three that he had with him. I asked for his name and he said that his name was Yacub. I had never heard that name before. So I asked, "What kind of name is this?" He said "Hebrew". "Ahh, so you are a Jew?" I asked back. "No, I am a Christian", he said. I had heard a lot of negative things about Christians in the Quran so I did not want to get into a conversation about Christianity. But something inside me made me wonder why he believed in it (Christianity)? I asked if he believed that Jesus was the son of God. The answer was yes. How could God have a wife? How could God have sex? He started explaining that to say that God had sex with Mary is the greatest sin. But rather Jesus is the son of God in a spiritual way and not like the way we are born. And we never say that God ever had a wife, we believe in a holy God. I wanted to stop the conversation and begin a different subject. I could not think of any other subject, so I asked him why he was going to Kurdistan. He said that a friend needed some help with something. I asked for his name he said Zana. That was my name. But I thought it was a different person. He opened his bag and very quietly gave me a Bible. He put it in my bag. He knew that if someone saw him with that book it could cost him his life. I asked what it was. He told me that I would find out later.
We got to Mahabad and I got off the Bus before he did. I got my bag and was waiting outside for Yacub (Jacob) to come off, but the bus was empty and he still had not come out. I went to the driver and asked him where the man sitting next to me had gone? To my astonishment and confusion he said, "There was no man sitting next to you." Was I crazy or what? I said maybe I was dreaming. But I still had the taste of the sandwich in my mouth. I still had the book in my bag. What was Yacub? Who was he? Why didn't he go to his friend's house? Then I remembered that the friend's name was Zana and only then realized he meant me. I went home and found my mom in the house crying. She was so surprised and happy to see me. I asked what had happened since I had been gone. I found out that soldiers were looking for me and that she was raped by a Jaush (Kurdish for "traitor"). When I heard that, I felt like somebody was hitting me in the back with sticks. I went to my room and wept like a baby. I could not believe that this really had happened.
That night when I asked for my older brother Hasan at dinner, they all started crying. They told me that he was hanged. I felt like the food was going through my back. I could not eat. I got up and went to my room for some more weeping. I felt like the whole world was on my shoulders and I felt like I was carrying the rocks. I had nothing to do, so I took out the book and started reading. After reading the first chapters of the book of Genesis, I went to read the Injil. I started reading the book of Matthew. I was surprised. I had never seen anything like this. I stopped at chapter ten and just went to bed. I still could hear my Mom and sister crying downstairs. The neighbors came to cheer them up and talk to them. Next morning life was normal, so I went and visited my brother's grave. Life became normal again until one night in my dream Yacub appeared and told me that I must leave my country. I knew something was up so I went and hid at a friend's house. I did not want to leave the country; I loved it.
Sometime after, I sneaked back to my house at night and discovered that soldiers had been in my house and they were looking for me. Now this time, it was my sister that was raped by the soldiers for no reason. My brother who was executed had some ties to the Kurdish political parties. But what had I done wrong, or what had my sister done wrong? Is this what they call an Islamic Republic? All I could think of was suicide. But I would now leave so many people behind. If it was not for my family I would have killed myself. I knew that Yacub was telling me something. But what? Help me Yacub; what do you want me to do? I went to my room and packed whatever I could because I was going to leave the country. I took the Bible with me and headed for the mountains crossing the boarders into Iraq. I stopped in the middle of nowhere for a rest. I took out my book and read in it. When I came to Matthew 11:28 "Come to me all who are heavy laden and weary and I will give you rest," I was shocked and did not know what to think because the book kind of read my mind. It had what my heart longed for. I found what I was looking for. I found what met my personal needs. Right there in the middle of the night I gave my life to Jesus Christ. I couldn't believe the changes that were happening inside of me. I felt a kind of peace that could not be expressed by words. I was relieved. I could feel all of the weight that I felt on my shoulders coming off. I now understood God and what he was like. It was a good thing that I did not commit suicide. The Lord had a plan for me. I now knew who Yacub was -- an angel. It was very hard to believe. I myself found it hard to believe. But an angel would be the best answer.
I now forgave all of those that done wrong to me. Instead of cursing, I prayed for the salvation of the people who had beaten me in prison. I am grateful for having such a wonderful experience. My sincere prayer is that God Almighty will show you the truth. I am willing to help you find the truth.
I can be reached at the following address: Masihim@yahoo.com
"God has His ways to show you salvation - that is through Jesus Christ." MJ
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It's a bit of a read but it is worth it:
It all started in late 1980’s when I was detained by the Iranian police for no reason. They thought that I had some connections with Kurdish political parties that were opposing the Islamic Republic. I did not have any connection with any political party or anything of that sort. Months went by without them even letting my family know where I was. Finally, the day came when I was brought into court. The Judge asked me three questions that were asked of many people:
What is your name? -- I said Zana.
What is your ethnicity? -- I said I am a Kurd.
What is your religion? -- I said that I am a Sunni Muslim.
I was taken out of the court, thrown back into my cell and I was beaten all night. Next morning, they put me on a bus headed back to Mahabad, my city in Kurdistan. On the bus, I was sitting next to a man. He opened his bag and took out a sandwich which was wrapped in newspaper. I was very hungry since I had not eaten regular food in almost six months. I did not want to look at his food but I just couldn't stand the smell of the kabobs. He turned around and asked me if I would like one. Without hesitating as we usually do in Iranian culture, I asked for one. Instead of one, he gave me two out of the three that he had with him. I asked for his name and he said that his name was Yacub. I had never heard that name before. So I asked, "What kind of name is this?" He said "Hebrew". "Ahh, so you are a Jew?" I asked back. "No, I am a Christian", he said. I had heard a lot of negative things about Christians in the Quran so I did not want to get into a conversation about Christianity. But something inside me made me wonder why he believed in it (Christianity)? I asked if he believed that Jesus was the son of God. The answer was yes. How could God have a wife? How could God have sex? He started explaining that to say that God had sex with Mary is the greatest sin. But rather Jesus is the son of God in a spiritual way and not like the way we are born. And we never say that God ever had a wife, we believe in a holy God. I wanted to stop the conversation and begin a different subject. I could not think of any other subject, so I asked him why he was going to Kurdistan. He said that a friend needed some help with something. I asked for his name he said Zana. That was my name. But I thought it was a different person. He opened his bag and very quietly gave me a Bible. He put it in my bag. He knew that if someone saw him with that book it could cost him his life. I asked what it was. He told me that I would find out later.
We got to Mahabad and I got off the Bus before he did. I got my bag and was waiting outside for Yacub (Jacob) to come off, but the bus was empty and he still had not come out. I went to the driver and asked him where the man sitting next to me had gone? To my astonishment and confusion he said, "There was no man sitting next to you." Was I crazy or what? I said maybe I was dreaming. But I still had the taste of the sandwich in my mouth. I still had the book in my bag. What was Yacub? Who was he? Why didn't he go to his friend's house? Then I remembered that the friend's name was Zana and only then realized he meant me. I went home and found my mom in the house crying. She was so surprised and happy to see me. I asked what had happened since I had been gone. I found out that soldiers were looking for me and that she was raped by a Jaush (Kurdish for "traitor"). When I heard that, I felt like somebody was hitting me in the back with sticks. I went to my room and wept like a baby. I could not believe that this really had happened.
That night when I asked for my older brother Hasan at dinner, they all started crying. They told me that he was hanged. I felt like the food was going through my back. I could not eat. I got up and went to my room for some more weeping. I felt like the whole world was on my shoulders and I felt like I was carrying the rocks. I had nothing to do, so I took out the book and started reading. After reading the first chapters of the book of Genesis, I went to read the Injil. I started reading the book of Matthew. I was surprised. I had never seen anything like this. I stopped at chapter ten and just went to bed. I still could hear my Mom and sister crying downstairs. The neighbors came to cheer them up and talk to them. Next morning life was normal, so I went and visited my brother's grave. Life became normal again until one night in my dream Yacub appeared and told me that I must leave my country. I knew something was up so I went and hid at a friend's house. I did not want to leave the country; I loved it.
Sometime after, I sneaked back to my house at night and discovered that soldiers had been in my house and they were looking for me. Now this time, it was my sister that was raped by the soldiers for no reason. My brother who was executed had some ties to the Kurdish political parties. But what had I done wrong, or what had my sister done wrong? Is this what they call an Islamic Republic? All I could think of was suicide. But I would now leave so many people behind. If it was not for my family I would have killed myself. I knew that Yacub was telling me something. But what? Help me Yacub; what do you want me to do? I went to my room and packed whatever I could because I was going to leave the country. I took the Bible with me and headed for the mountains crossing the boarders into Iraq. I stopped in the middle of nowhere for a rest. I took out my book and read in it. When I came to Matthew 11:28 "Come to me all who are heavy laden and weary and I will give you rest," I was shocked and did not know what to think because the book kind of read my mind. It had what my heart longed for. I found what I was looking for. I found what met my personal needs. Right there in the middle of the night I gave my life to Jesus Christ. I couldn't believe the changes that were happening inside of me. I felt a kind of peace that could not be expressed by words. I was relieved. I could feel all of the weight that I felt on my shoulders coming off. I now understood God and what he was like. It was a good thing that I did not commit suicide. The Lord had a plan for me. I now knew who Yacub was -- an angel. It was very hard to believe. I myself found it hard to believe. But an angel would be the best answer.
I now forgave all of those that done wrong to me. Instead of cursing, I prayed for the salvation of the people who had beaten me in prison. I am grateful for having such a wonderful experience. My sincere prayer is that God Almighty will show you the truth. I am willing to help you find the truth.
I can be reached at the following address: Masihim@yahoo.com
"God has His ways to show you salvation - that is through Jesus Christ." MJ
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Heaven or Hell; Political or Religious Joke?
While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck
and dies.
The Senator's soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter . "Before you settle in, it seems there is a
problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not
sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.
St. Peter says, "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll
do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose
where to spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules", replies St.Peter.
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down,
down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf
course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his
friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his
hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the
expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and
champagne.
Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time
dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he
realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, u! p, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is
waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit heaven," St Peter says.
So, 24 hours pass with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving
from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and the
24 hours in heaven passes by and St Peter returns.
"Well, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now which will you
choose for your eternity?" St Peter asks.
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers, "Well, I never would have
thought it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be
happier and better off .. in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land
covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in
black bags as more trash falls from above.
The Devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was
a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and
danced and had a great time. Nowthere's just a wasteland full of garbage and my
friends look miserable. What happened?"
The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning..
Today ..you voted."
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and dies.
The Senator's soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter . "Before you settle in, it seems there is a
problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not
sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.
St. Peter says, "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll
do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose
where to spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules", replies St.Peter.
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down,
down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf
course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his
friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his
hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the
expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and
champagne.
Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time
dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he
realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, u! p, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is
waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit heaven," St Peter says.
So, 24 hours pass with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving
from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and the
24 hours in heaven passes by and St Peter returns.
"Well, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now which will you
choose for your eternity?" St Peter asks.
The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers, "Well, I never would have
thought it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be
happier and better off .. in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land
covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in
black bags as more trash falls from above.
The Devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was
a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and
danced and had a great time. Nowthere's just a wasteland full of garbage and my
friends look miserable. What happened?"
The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning..
Today ..you voted."
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Relationship
Never easy.
Especially for me.
The only thing that keep this relationship going is that we understand each other's schedules, and of course, common views.
There are times I really need him to be there, well, mostly for idle pleasures or leisure habits. And times come when i really want to be my own single woman.
Ok in my relationship context with him, it's so easy to succumb to think that I'm still single.
But of course, maybe I'm just used to having guys going all over me, staying with me almost 24/7, penetrating or infiltrating my every schedules, making them my world, proving their undying love, making me feel so taken by their love etc.
Then again, I've had those and it didn't work out. It's like sizzling in the beginning, then crumbles after weeks, months, and worst, years.
For now, all I've got to ensure is not be tempted to sway.
But how could I?
His fixes are wonderful ;)
Simply put, he's just about the only man who can fit to my schedules, who doesn't make *much* fuss if I can't spend time.
Because it goes the same ;)
I can't wait to spend time with him again < 3
We'll see how this works out. I'm big on 'que sera sera' and 'dont force things, let it happen'
But soon, I'm gg to think a lot of this relationship n its feasibility. Hmmm
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Especially for me.
The only thing that keep this relationship going is that we understand each other's schedules, and of course, common views.
There are times I really need him to be there, well, mostly for idle pleasures or leisure habits. And times come when i really want to be my own single woman.
Ok in my relationship context with him, it's so easy to succumb to think that I'm still single.
But of course, maybe I'm just used to having guys going all over me, staying with me almost 24/7, penetrating or infiltrating my every schedules, making them my world, proving their undying love, making me feel so taken by their love etc.
Then again, I've had those and it didn't work out. It's like sizzling in the beginning, then crumbles after weeks, months, and worst, years.
For now, all I've got to ensure is not be tempted to sway.
But how could I?
His fixes are wonderful ;)
Simply put, he's just about the only man who can fit to my schedules, who doesn't make *much* fuss if I can't spend time.
Because it goes the same ;)
I can't wait to spend time with him again < 3
We'll see how this works out. I'm big on 'que sera sera' and 'dont force things, let it happen'
But soon, I'm gg to think a lot of this relationship n its feasibility. Hmmm
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Monday, April 4, 2011
A Secret Keeper / Lyricist
Maybe I've found my calling.
I think it's going to be a huge and contradicting gift, being one who is outspoken and majorly public.
It's not the first time I've encountered people who met me or spoken to me for the first time and then immediately wanting to reveal something that they think I could keep.
However, it's only tonight that I saw this when this lady seek for my number and told me, she wants to share something with me in secret.
It amazes me how God has blessed me with meekness, despite prideful ways I been brought up.
Another revelation happened last week.
Apparently, I'm a natural lyricist.
And now, Bro. Aleson and Bro. Davis has become my adopted and willing mentor.
Two talented musicians in my parish and a newbie who's good with words got pulled into each other, and the first ever get music gathering is this Wednesday.
I'm learning keyboard now actually, my goal to learn is by this Sept 2011 :)
Meet my new baby:
Got it off eBay for only $120 off an Auction Bid which I won due to quick sealing of the price deal.
eBay's becoming a good friend. Goods are awesome :))
Anyway, got to go sleep. Goodnight
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I think it's going to be a huge and contradicting gift, being one who is outspoken and majorly public.
It's not the first time I've encountered people who met me or spoken to me for the first time and then immediately wanting to reveal something that they think I could keep.
However, it's only tonight that I saw this when this lady seek for my number and told me, she wants to share something with me in secret.
It amazes me how God has blessed me with meekness, despite prideful ways I been brought up.
Another revelation happened last week.
Apparently, I'm a natural lyricist.
And now, Bro. Aleson and Bro. Davis has become my adopted and willing mentor.
Two talented musicians in my parish and a newbie who's good with words got pulled into each other, and the first ever get music gathering is this Wednesday.
I'm learning keyboard now actually, my goal to learn is by this Sept 2011 :)
Meet my new baby:
Got it off eBay for only $120 off an Auction Bid which I won due to quick sealing of the price deal.
eBay's becoming a good friend. Goods are awesome :))
Anyway, got to go sleep. Goodnight
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Sunday, April 3, 2011
Two adults in a relationship
I don't know how our relationship will proceed, I leave this wonderful feelings to God.
And my wonderful man, I will lift up to Him in prayer.
I think that maybe, most probably, we can really work out. Let's see how things go after earlier <3
The message I got the other day, "The only way to keep love is to give it space and care to grow". I believe it tells about my relationship with him.
I've no intention of grasping actually. Never. I'd like to have him have his own choice to have me, love me and care for me.
Were worlds apart, our backgrounds but I don't know why it feels as if I find him familiar, his warmth, his everything...
It's as if I've met him before, or I've had the chance to know him.
I always believe things happen for a reason, that God doesn't lead people into your life just for fun. He has a reason to put people in our lives for our benefits. And when they're done, they go and allow us to grow.
So I'm letting it go, completely in hope of resting in the will of God to tell us why of all people, our paths met, and how does our relationship benefits us.
So little time, so much thoughts.
It's late, I have to go.
Goodnight ;)
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And my wonderful man, I will lift up to Him in prayer.
I think that maybe, most probably, we can really work out. Let's see how things go after earlier <3
The message I got the other day, "The only way to keep love is to give it space and care to grow". I believe it tells about my relationship with him.
I've no intention of grasping actually. Never. I'd like to have him have his own choice to have me, love me and care for me.
Were worlds apart, our backgrounds but I don't know why it feels as if I find him familiar, his warmth, his everything...
It's as if I've met him before, or I've had the chance to know him.
I always believe things happen for a reason, that God doesn't lead people into your life just for fun. He has a reason to put people in our lives for our benefits. And when they're done, they go and allow us to grow.
So I'm letting it go, completely in hope of resting in the will of God to tell us why of all people, our paths met, and how does our relationship benefits us.
So little time, so much thoughts.
It's late, I have to go.
Goodnight ;)
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