i close my fingers, knowing the fears are kept inside.
He's opening up my fingers. Slowly one at a time.
He does not force it open. He knows I too wish to release what are kept inside.
He's helping me. to release.
slowly.
and when He finally opens my fingers,
I know He's going to put on my hand,
so much so much joy.
Releasing is like opening up a privilege to receive.

to pink fairy yan : hope you're stronger and happy. (:

to little onion: little acts of love brings a big wide smile. <3 u

Some days I still hold my fingers closed
Those are the days I must remember He's bigger than my fears.
Some days my reluctance to open up my fingers
bring unwept tears to the fears
and they remain.
unwept.
Some days I focused too much on my own closed fingers,
I forget that sadness can be somehow contagious to people around me.
To be happy, smilely, cheerful is my wish! (:

One day, my fingers will be opened up completely.
Right now, I'm being shaped. moulded like a clay,
because my potter knows.
He knows how best to shape this clay.
He knows how much time this clay needs to be shaped
He puts alot of love into moulding.
alot alot of love.

I know sometimes I make Him sad.
My wish is to make Him happy! (:
to listen to Him say, come and share my happiness.
it's such a great wonderful statement, isn't it?
My wish is also to bask in joy, exceeding joy, with people around me.

Above the sea of pain,
lies this sky of joy. It's wider than i imagine,
when I truly take time and remember.

here's a poem by chocolate bao:
trust and obey
for there's no other way
to be happy in Jesus
but to trust and obey.

bao, your poem spoke to me. (:

to owl: hope your headaches go away. be stronger.