God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it.
I’m not a kid anymore but some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.
Missing her comes in sunflowers, always reminding me of her sunny attitude and golden heart.
Forever missing you, Mom. I know you’d rather tell me to hush now and smile instead ’cause I got these sunflowers for free. 😀 (Oh, special thanks to UP Diliman’s garden along University Avenue for these lovely blooms). We had fun flower-picking! How I wish heaven had visiting hours, no? We’ll have tall stories to tell that’s for sure. ^_^
Anyway, when it comes to Mom, God knows that my tongue and brain sometimes lack the words to say and express how much I miss her. It’s really hard to put these mixed feelings into words. And so I’ll just leave this as it is.
The thing about chaos, is that while it disturbs us, it too, forces our hearts to roar in a way we secretly find magnificent.
~ Christopher Poindexter
It felt like it was two weeks ago since day one. How time flies. How did we get this far? What did you do to me? The adoration and respect we have for each other remain intact. ♡ I can live with that.
But hey, my love from the star, when will I ever see your glow and light up my gloomy sky?
It’s been a long wait though. But I will be here. The sky is all mine and I’ll sing with the stars. The universe is full of surprises, time will be warped as I delve into its magic.
So I’ll take my time and stay in love with dear Sky. I will see you. We will be breathing in the same crisp air under the starry, twinkly sky, yes? In God’s beautiful time. ♡
Cheers to this day.
If you are reading this, then I still exist in your universe I hope? I am out of lines honestly. I can’t believe it. I shut down and reopened this laptop several times already, deleting and retyping words I couldn’t assemble in one perfect thought.
I feel like I’m playing a tennis game at match point, but got broken again at winning serve that I could’ve aced. There is an ominous curtain blocking my night sky. I couldn’t find myself these days.
Two, five, seven hours passed by and yet there is no coherence in this piece. Deleting, retyping, and so it goes. Help me, Doctor. Bring me your Tardis please for this damned silly lady. Take me back to two days ago where I double faulted. 😦
Eleven twenty-seven in the evening. Heart be still. TQM.
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“El pequeño principito la mejor historia sobre el amor hacia una oso” ♥
This is very well said and illustrated. I believe that nothing can beat what your heart allows you to see.
I badly need you and your Tardis. Please take me to another parallel universe where I could at least meet him. This dimension I’m in is and have been playing tricks on me for quite some time now. 😦
Please take me to Mom’s place too. She was calling my name in my dreams this morning. I am sure she knows I’m in deep pain. 😦
I don’t know what to feel now. I’m free-falling in between defying logic and following my instincts.
Have you ever been in love, Doctor? Have you ever been in this complicated business called love??? Why is it called love? Does it really exist? Who invented it? Where did it come from? Did aliens know what it is?
Somewhere in the multiverses you’ve been to, were you able to visit a certain world of love? If not, can you take me with you?
News Flash: I miss you. Read again.