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May 13, 2010
My Thursday breakfast: Henri Nouwen's The Return of the Prodigal Son and green tea frap

Nouwen wrote, "...coming home meant, for me , walking step by steep toward the One who awaits me with open arms and wants to hold me in an eternal embrace"

I imagined this playing in the background - "They don't know that i come running home when i fall down...cause deep inside this armor, the warrior is a child."

harmony

a beautiful thought accompanied me as i was going home from Cavite but even though the idea may best regarded as a product of my imagination, i am hoping that it was God's way of warming my heart. i still believe that God has a better way of writing this part of my life and that is what i'd like to find out. :)

i'm back

i couldn't believe it took me almost two years before i blogged again. but the good thing is i am encouraged now. i realized that when people leave (our lives), we tend to get lost in our way and we end up unlearning some of the things we used to do. for me, it was writing. i stopped journaling & blogging. i went through a difficult season & putting my thoughts to writing then seemed immortalizing the pain. so, i decided to just keep those floating in my head and i succeeded. now that i've moved on, the challenge now is, will i be able to write again...the way i used to. i hope so. & i hope that no experience will ever keep me from writing again.