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Monday, December 27, 2021
The Sanctimonious Saint
Sunday, December 12, 2021
A Journey with God
Sunday, November 28, 2021
The Most Durable Companion
Friday, September 24, 2021
Season of Awakening
Friday, August 27, 2021
Growing up gracefully
Friday, August 13, 2021
Prophecy for August: When the river runs dry.
Thursday, August 12, 2021
Blind faith: Where does your faith leads you?
Tuesday, August 3, 2021
Trust and love: a love story
Saturday, March 13, 2021
Journey to the Absence ( reversed to) Journey to the Presence.
Journey to the Absence (When
mind overtakes the heart)
I am at the airport, flying to my grave. My heart has
been pounding in exhaustion. It has been days and days, when I dreamt that my
family will come from all sides of the country, to sit once more and laugh and
tell stories under the palm kennel tree. I must pay the price, I must be brave,
I don't want any more of this nightmare, I must walk this out.
But what if they say that I was the black sheep of the
family? And the one whom everyone despised? And I am the most dysfunctional of
them all?
But I have packed all my bags, and have left my house,
I am at the airport going to a town with colors. I am now standing at the door
of my heart.
Then suddenly it hit me. My mind and my heart are now
in conflict. To go or not to go? I need an answer.
Oh dear, the coming tomorrow is now fleeting. I am no
longer going forward. The town with colors had suddenly disappeared off my
mind, the children's laughter has turned to tears.
I gathered my bags hurriedly, leaving the airport and
heading back to my house, to my own place of familiarity; back to my cave.
My head has finally done it again. It has brought me
back to this place. Back into my own four walls, back into my own little world.
Journey to the Presence. (When
heart overtakes the mind)
In my own little
world, beyond the four walls, my heart has finally brought me to this place
again, out from my cave, to my own place of adventure, heading to the airport,
as I hurriedly gathered my bags.
The children's tears have turned to laughter. The town
with the colors had suddenly appeared. I
am no longer going backwards. Oh my, The future is so bright.
I need an answer, should I stay or should I go? Then
suddenly it hit me. My mind and my heart are now in conflict. I am standing at
the door of my heart. I am leaving my house to the airport, going to a town
with colors.
I have all my bags packed and have left the house. Who
cares if I was the most dysfunctional of them all? If I was the one whom
everyone despised? Who cares if I was the black sheep of the family?
I must walk this out. I don't want any more dreams, I must be brave, I must pay the price. I dreamt that my family will come from all sides of the country, and sit once more and laugh and tell stories under the palm kennel tree. It has been days and days, and my heart has been pounding in excitement. Finally at the airport, flying to my destiny.
Thursday, March 11, 2021
A Bird with Clipped Wings
Birds don't fly with clipped wings
But here you are; flirtatious beyond boundaries. Now gazing at the limitless
sky.
Take courage, you've cried enough. Wipe away the tears. Now is the time to take the mantle.
In stale air, in every weakness, in every breathless state; all brought out the beauty within you.
Leave the rubbles behind, freedom awaits you. Howbeit that the effulgent sky now seeks after you. Once absent, now it esteems you.
Stretch out those wings, fly my birdie! Fly above the storm. For nature never meant for you to fly. But you overcame all obstacles and laughed at the hailstorm.
The irony was to keep you bound and lifeless; to keep you submerged and forgotten. Now you can almost see the horizon. The colorful picturesque landscape; all coming into fruition at last.
My, my, my! What a beauty! So Illuminating; such a captivating beacon of hope! Who would've taught the clipped bird could fly?
See how she sores through the storm. So, love every moment. The sky is calling your name now.
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
The collapse of the cultural bridge.
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Tuesday, March 2, 2021
Friday, February 26, 2021
We should all abolish titles
Sunday, February 21, 2021
Why I don't like apologetics argument.
Saturday, January 16, 2021
A light straw in the Haze.
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