Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Talk about "pre-empt"

I learned this morning that when you’re up and doing something be sure that you don’t name your _____ as _____. Otherwise, you’ll be put in hot water. Your ____ can’t do anything about your decision. But before you’re able to take the plunge, the plan is damned.

Joshua

An angel of God in a form of a little boy gave me the needed remedy of what my soul is yearning for.

In spite of all the ill feelings I was having yesterday, a four-year-old boy was able to change my frame of mind.

I received a text message from J’s sister saying that she was surprised to hear that his little boy included me in his prayer to Jesus. Who would ever think that a four-year-old boy who only sees me each time J’s around would remember my name. It could be a twist of faith that the boy also felt what I was feeling during the time he prayed to Jesus. But whatever explanation it could be, I was deeply touched. When J called me this morning from Hatyai, I immediately told him about his nephew. I could perfectly describe by the sound of his voice that he also felt the same emotion I had last night when I got the message.

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