Little Pieces

In everything, there has to be some sort of balance for it to remain healthy. And balance doesn’t necessarily mean fifty-fifty. It means allotting a thing, person, or relationship the proportion due to it, and not beyond. For when that proportion becomes distorted, idolatry can creep in, and idolatry begets sin.

For the past three days, my heart has been racing. Literally. It could be as a result of the burdens I've been harbouring in my chest or repeatedly ignoring my hunger.  Anyways... it just could be that I have  malaria. But either way, I'm learning not to take the mundane things for granted—not the need to rest, eat, or sleep well; not to hesitate to laugh, dance, and be goofy when I feel like it. Because the little things do matter. Though I may not be as strong as I want to be physically, I am choosing to make conscious efforts to savour the now and rest when my body needs it. Because, in the end, health is wealth.

It's dark and the clouds pour out their cries It almost is as if it were the perfect night My mind and heart long that this might be perfect Yet, something feels off Though the sky roars And the clouds cry My heart feels quiet A thin line between the stillness And what happens next The heart never wants to stop racing The mind steadily searches and paces How about we learn to stay On our beds when it rains? No matter how alone we may feel God is always a glimpse away Feel it before it all goes away Look at yourself and marvel again For God's masterpiece is like the rain

In a society that shines so much light on the struggles of the first child, yet barely acknowledges those of the last. I’m going to talk about it. To be the last child is no small thing. You grow up learning to seek permission before doing almost anything. You live with the fear of being criticized by everyone because you were surrounded by people older than you—people whose voices always seemed to matter more. It becomes hard to express your opinions without the fear of being reprimanded or silenced. So you over-explain. Again and again. Just to prove your point. Just to be heard. Because being the youngest has taught you that the advice of the oldest always deserves a seat at the table… while yours struggles for even half a listening ear. You grow up afraid of getting things wrong. Because to you, failure doesn’t just feel like a mistake—it feels like an invitation for criticism. And even when you step into the real world, even as an adult, that fear lingers. “...

Lately, I have had zero zeal to pray or even get out of bed. I just want to sleep in or be on my phone all day. And let me be honest, it feels comfortable. It feels safe, but the impact? The impact is terrible. I have been very impatient lately—complaining, using careless words, and having very little self-control. And I hate it. But I don’t yet hate it enough to want to change—to put in the effort to quit being spiritually complacent. So, I’m making the effort to change that today, devoting more time to prayer and making Jesus known. This is your sign to stop being spiritually complacent and do the difficult things that will build your faith and bring you closer to God. Maybe we both need to pray and fast more. Nonetheless, I can assure you that it’s going to be heart-wrenchingly uncomfortable , but it will be worth it. Let’s build our faith together and make Jesus known to the ends of the earth.

It’s Saturday night, and everything is starting to feel surreal. It’s been a hectic week, filled with endless to-do lists, that I almost forgot today marks the eve of your resurrection. Thank you to the person on my contact list who shared an image with a soft, ethereal song on her status that reminded me of what you did for me. My sweet love, you chose to die for me even before my mum birthed me. You called me yours. You called me chosen. You said I am forgiven. Oh, how I love you. How you make me want to cry my heart out. How you make me want to write a thousand notes just for you. I love you so dearly, my sweet Jesus. Earth is beautiful because of you. The sun shines because of your radiating light. I cannot fully comprehend the depth of your love. For now, I know in part—but one day, I shall know fully, just as I am fully known by you, my lover. Keep being the Love of the world that you are, Jesus. We are so proud of you. Happy Resurrection Eve, my love. Much love, Your...