little girl, Big World

Saturday, August 28, 2010

I can still remember her kindly face, and her encouraging words. Like a soothing balm on a searingly painful wound.

It gave me the strength to pick myself up, to carry on. To fall again and again, and not lose hope.

How far have we fallen.

Now those words cannot be found, and what stands in its place are criticisms that etch ugly scars upon those that bear it.

What then is the purpose of those words? One to build up, one to tear down?

"can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring?"

So easy to destruct, but infinitely more difficult to construct.

Maybe before you say a word, examine the purpose for it. Because however I see it, I cannot find the constructiveness in it all.

Only God can judge.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

I was destined to love You
I was bound adore You
Purposed to need you
Certain to want
Designed to pursue You with praise
I was destined to love You.

Avalon, Destined

Friday, August 13, 2010

I often think about that boy
When I'm feeling small
And I worry that the work I do means nothing at all

Every single tear I cry is a diamond in His Hands
Every door that slams in my face I'll offer up in prayer

So I'll give every breath that I have
You can work miracles, all you need is my 'Amen'

So take my five koaves and two fishes
Do with it as You will
I surrender
Take my fears, my inhibitions
All my burdens, my ambitions
You can use it all
I hope it's not too small...

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A Time for Everything
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:


(seasons come and go, and come back again. Deceivingly predictable, but yet each time they return, they are not the same as before)

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.


Nostalgia isn't the right word to use. I'm not longing for something that is past; I'm contemplating the countless possibilities of what could have happened, at the different points of time in my life. Decisions I've made, or not made, that allowed myself to be where I am now.

This is important. To look back and remember where you were, how you were, and to see where you are at now.

Sometimes, things that were left undone, words that were left unsaid, brings about a great injustice; but bringing them out now would do nothing to resolve the injustice, and might only serve to destroy whatever good that might have come out of it.

So people remain seen in the light of misjudgement - perhaps never stepping out of the idea people have of him/her.

"what's the most resilient parasite? An idea. A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules" - Inception

I've done enough reflecting tonight.