Friday, April 09, 2004

And so I'm back from outer space. To be honest I've been in pretty bad shape, mainly physically but emotionally as well. I think I died at some point last week. Maybe it was the loss of some close friends, maybe disillusionment regarding some people, my dreams, the future. There was just too much to think about and the whine-complain-poof-the-problem-disappeared technique that used to work miracles for me just couldn't this time round. I think I just couldn't handle everything that was thrown my way. But I shouldn't have forgotten that He was still there for me. "We all have our crosses to bear; accept that and accept the fact that we aren't strong enough to bear our own cross. Turn to God for help," Father David said. I guess I never realised that I led a truly blessed life, and really had nothing much to cry about. That not crying wasn't proof of my strength, but rather, my pride. It's perhaps fitting, this being Good Friday, to dedicate this to Him, for loving and dying for me.

-- tee @ 9:45 pm |