The Glassy Knolls.

There was a time when I was Happy.

I knew no tears, only joy.

Then, a point of intersection appeared.

Henceforth, glassy knolls welted and sidled up as confidants.

I regret You.

I regret Him.

I regret doing as much as I could to devoting much of my Time, Patience, Effort and Money.

I regret my sacrifices.

I regret putting up with so much for so little. I do not mean that in the monetary sense.

"Let it go. You'll be Happier, Girl. I can accept it if it means that you will be Happier," Mum said gently. I share a tight relationship with my mother and she has seen how I've withered away in recent years.

Much of what we have is Mine (including the nifty car though I do not have a driving license) but like I said, money matters not to me.

If only what I Have can buy what I Want.

How much is that Happiness in the window?

Imaginings.

What's new?
Yet another dream of You pervades my consciousness.
As we lived across each other, I ran to Your door and wrapped my arms around You. You followed suit and smiled. Just then, He beckoned me to return, albeit in evident fury. Reluctantly, I backed away from You. There was a glint in Your eye. Whispering that You would be home in the afternoon on Saturday, You told me to sneak out from my abode to huddle in Yours.

Come Saturday, I elbowed my way through the crowd at a bustling interchange. It was 7pm. Flustered, I rang up your residence. Despite repeated attempts at contacting You, You did not answer the phone for You had already left. I was too late.

The flurried vexation gave a much-needed jolt back to reality.Tears … they deluge my heart like the rain — Emily Brontë

It Is Not Easy.

Dear God, sustain me.

Guide me through this period of turmoil, strife and grief.

May I be rooted in Integrity and Honesty,

Doing what is Right in Your sight.

May I not waver in my resolve, regardless of the stirring of emotions.

Sow the seed of Righteousness, so that I may do Good.

I cannot untangle my knots but I'm good at helping others. Help me to pummel through my own difficulties as well as the circumstances of others.

Dear God, I am unscathed today because of Your Grace and Mercy.

These fragments of my life - take them and make me whole again.

Amen.

Paddling...

...Is not good enough.

A Typical Atypical Sunday.

I got up and inched towards The Place, albeit gingerly.

There, The Semblance of Your Being was in plain view.

A smidgen scrunched, I held my ground.

"Hold captive every thought and submit it to The Lord." Pastor 1vy's (intentional misnomer) cautioned.

The cauterization carried an intrinsic worth about it -

Faith is eager and uncomplicated.

And It came to pass with a Smile.

Water a Day, Two a brew.
Three and more to imbue.

Yes, I can.

Yes, I will.