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Are you not human?

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Sometimes… many times…
we try to hold on too tightly to something we have,
or we think we have.

The tighter we hold on to it, the less possible for it to be taken away from us,
that’s what we think.

Along the way, things start to go pretty wrong.
We hold on even tighter, thinking, "Good things don’t come the easy way."

When the people around us say "let go!",
we think that they’re just being skeptical.

We fight. We push ourselves. We refuse to let go.
Then, at the end of the line we realise
how much damage we’ve caused to the very thing we hold onto,
just because we hold it too tightly.

So maybe…

Maybe sometimes we just need to give some space.
Don’t you agree that it takes as much courage to do so?
Don’t you agree that letting go doesn’t always mean giving up?

Maybe sometimes we just need to move backward a little,
to lay it down on the ground, let it breathe, let it grow…

Maybe sometimes we need to learn by seeing how God works,
when we put things wholly in his hands…

Just maybe.

Yeah,
we all know how much we’re scared of losing.
But, to hurt the one we love the most…
isn’t it much more unbearable?

Besides, you can’t lose what you never have, uh?

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"Be still and know that He is God,
and He is good…"

I’ve been walking that road for years now, hand in hand with You.

Every
other moment, you place something good within my reach. And yet I say,
it’s too big for me to carry. Or, it’s too grand, it’s too expensive,
it’s too over the top, it’s too difficult to handle, it’s way above my
league, it’s too good to be true…

It’s like saying, "Lord, I
pray hard for a small house, with a small yard, and small picket
fences. And you’re giving me a castle? With a garden of roses? And
gold-plated iron gates? Are you kidding me?"

It’s like holding a
pre-inked stamp in my hand, with big caps "IMPOSSIBLE". And everytime
you hand me an ownership agreement, I label that piece of paper with
"IMPOSSIBLE" instead of signing my name above the line.

It’s
like looking away to others’ Christmas presents and saying, "Dad, why
don’t you give me the one that is exactly like what you’ve given them?
It’s less expensive."

Yes, I do all those. Many times I bargain
with you, but not for my own good. I offer you solutions that I think
would save me a lot of hassles, even with a lot less gain.

Fortunately, you never give up choosing the best for me in every little aspect of my life.

And I am grateful for that.

Even
though many times I have to go back to square one… it doesn’t matter.
As long as I’m on the right track, Your track, I know that something
beautiful will come my way. It will always do.

Yesterday was filled with kisses. I should probably declare it my personal Hugs & Kisses Day *grin*
Twas little Ethan, little Darren, little Gavrielle… urmm… perhaps the first two are not so little.
And their kisses are huge, wet, slimy… I got my cheeks all drenched… gaah…

But anyway, I’ll still be looking forward to your kisses again, boys! *giggles*

I wish I could just import here all my blog entries from blogspot. But gaah… life’s not that easy just yet. Hehe…

So, in the meantime, please bear with the emptiness.
I’m here and that’s what matters, rite?

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Twas a battle of a brokenhearted 
Twas a second chance
Through it all His hands held me
So tight He didn’t let me be shaken

Twas a victory He gave me
Twas a captured heart set free
The wounded soldier walked home
So longing to see the Father

Twas my hand towards heaven
Twas me calling out His name
With a broken heart and a broken soul
Of His goodness and grace and love

Twas a sudden He walked down to me
Twas tears rolled down my face
For He had answered my call
He was so close I could feel Him
He was so near I could touch Him

Twas His face before my nose
Twas my heart shivered inside
‘Cause into His arms He invited me
Took my hands and drew near
And slowly led me in His steps

To the left and to the right…

We danced.