... to all my friends out there whom I love... ^^
wait for my blog's music to stop playing.. before clicking play.. (o.O)
Doesn't ~what ifs~ always seem to rule our life? well.. wHat If??
...I sing a love song to You, Lord..
everyday, everynight, I tell of Your goodness and mercy
tell the world..of how You've rescued me
picked me up from sin and shame..Your breath gives me new life..
Where can I go, from Your presence
Under Your wings, I take refuge
Your spirit lives within my heart...I know we'll never be apart...
*In sickness.... ...*
I havent been seriously ill for awhile.. wait. a LONG while.SO much so that my dear family doctor clinic lost my medical record!! (o.O) best heh.. I think so too. It must have been the combination of stress... too much talking from work.. and well the combination of 'hard-labour' work altogether.
Either how.. I got hit with a throat infection by some silly little bacteria and down for over a day.. with a high fever. I was unwell on wed.. couldnt move on thurs.. went to the doctor's and got my pretty little antibiotics in cute little yellow and brown capsule casing ^^''. I combacted fever with panadol!.. after given the 'okay' from my doctor.
The fever finally went down friday afternoon.. now.. i'm just awaiting full recovery of my throat. Thank you God!! for healing me so very fast!! ^^
eh-to.. footnote ^^. Thank you dear for droppin me a visit when i was feeling so down and sick... it made my day.. and joy aids in a speedy recovery!!
*~ my God is a miracle working God!~*
The simple interlocking of fingers
A symbol of trust, of dependence, of things to be
The smallest, yet sweetest of intimacy..iced with innocence
The wonder of how two hands..one a little bigger and darker than the other can fit toether perfectly like 2 pieces of a jigsaw..still remains a msytery to me
As I ponder upon this, my thoughts are drawn to You, O, Lord
I can only stand in awe at how the world nestles perfectly in the plam of Your hand...
The same 2 hands in which You were crucified for the love of us.
The image of a hand in motion brings an image of pain or violence....
Yet the image of a pair of hands folded together in prayer brings an image of peace..of hope.
When I study the tanner and slightly more weatherd hands of yours, my love.. and with my finger trace the little lines....
My heart sends out a prayer of thanksgiving..
To the Lord who faithfully crafted you so intricately and perfectly when you were still in your mother's womb.
....I want to hold your hand.....
