Dear God, I thank you for sunshine! I thank you for rain!

Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

Yes, those are lyrics to a song but I did not steal them. I only borrowed them, as You know!

Today, I borrowed those words for their significance as they remind me of who You are - God in the sunshine,

God in the rain,

God when I and other believers have to go mount the highest mountains and tread though the toughest and deepest rivers, valleys and other plains.

Just...thank You for being there and being the God who loves, who cares!

God

She took a deep breath. Their Facebook account hacked. Any minute her life would come crumbling down as she watched "him" do with a handful of her fellow church members. Their ugly secrets revealed for all the world to see. "New video uploaded!" "Christmas Origins?"

Was she spared or was this another Exposé but on a larger scale? By now the church was in an uproar having watched the documentary about Christmas' hidden origins, dark side, commercialization, and Secret Societies. The church had been convicted as Paul did in the Bible. It was time for renewal. Time for God's grace.

In the crowded classroom,

my heart did race.

My crush was sitting right

beside me - him and my

bff thoroughly engaged.

Bff thought she could be

a good wingman, guess

she never heard of the

saying "Curiousity killed

the cat!" But can't blame

her as I myself was

hopefully anticipating a

favourable response.

But "Sister!" was what

he said when she questioned

him, "What do you think of her?"

Dear God,

Today, I want to thank you. I recently noticed that I have been demotivated lately. I don't know if it's pre-period blues or something else entirely but I want to thank you for dragging me out of it as you always do. When I fall into the depths of my own doubts you pick me up and when I feel like my worth is depreciating, you remind that I'm actually special as a child of God, blessed and worth more than I know. Thank you for being you - the merciful loving forgiving God and thank you for allowing us to share your good news with others, all of humankind which you love.

With love,

Lees345

Four strangers sit across from one

another in a packed room,

where talking and words pulled

from a written script are expect

to be clearly heard.

It'll stay this way for a while

until they're comfortable

enough to strike up a talk

on their own, but until then

there they sit with each other

throwing and catching glances

yet not one utters a word.

They don't know each other,

obviously...

but a connection exists in the air.

The glances speak volumes of their interest in each other, the thoughts

are such as these, lingering in their heads:

I wonder what stories you carry.

Are your dreams parallel to mine?

What would you say is paramount

to you always?

Do you always wear a smile?"

The teeth come apart in something of

a social attempt.

Sadly, the throat and lips never cooperate so the tongue is made to stay.

Time is up,

Time to call it quits

for the evening, until next Friday

promptly at five for the silent

socializers of this introvert club

who understand all too well that

introversion will take a while

to overcome, however to that end, they'll

work till they're there.

Four strangers sit across from one

Four strangers sit across from one another in a packed room,

where talking and words pulled

from a written script are expect

to be clearly heard.

It'll stay this way for a while

until they're comfortable

enough to strike up a talk

on their own, but until then

there they sit with each other

throwing and catching glances

yet not one utters a word.

They don't know each other,

obviously...

but a connection exists in the air.

The glances speak volumes of their interest in each other, the thoughts

are such as these, lingering in their heads:

I wonder what stories you carry.

Are your dreams parallel to mine?

What would you say is paramount to you always?

What would you say is paramountto you always?

Do you always wear a smile?"

The teeth come apart in something of

The teeth come apart in something of a social attempt.

Sadly, the throat and lips never cooperate so the tongue is made to stay.

Time is up,

Time to call it quits

for the evening, until next Friday promptly at five for the silent socializers of this introvert club who understand all too well that introversion will take a while to overcome, however to that end, they'll work till it's done.

for the evening, until next Fridaypromptly at five for the silent

for the evening, until next Friday promptly at five for the silent socializers of this introvert club

for the evening, until next Friday promptly at five for the silent socializers of this introvert club who understand all too well that

for the evening, until next Friday promptly at five for the silent socializers of this introvert club who understand all too well thatintroversion takes a while

for the evening, until next Friday promptly at five for the silent to overcome, however to that end, they'll

for the evening, until next Friday promptly at five for the silent to overcome, however to that end, they'llwork till they're there.

Dear Miss Grey,

You probably are not expecting me to respond to your simple question asking how we spent our summer vacation, with such shocking honesty as I am about to but I feel that I owe it to you, not to lie. I don't like it! I don't like having to return to school after experiencing a taste of summer awesomeness: the lemonade, the PlayStation gaming, the pools, the parties!

I had tons of fun but when August 31st arrived, I was heartbroken. Like Phineas and Ferb, I felt like more fun could've been had but thanks for asking!

Our introduction of love came as suddenly and luminously as the rising of the sun boasting colourful hues, setting the scene of a cherished love on the horizon in front of me. The initial spark and happiness of our relationship swept me clean off my feet. Cloud nine couldn't reach me, I was above and beyond happy.

We were happy for a time but they say all good things must come to an end. For me and you-this was our beginning of end. The story of the gradual unraveling of our love, once firm then unflattering, there they were-some hundred red flags. Signs of a growing distance and fading affection, miscommunications and the death of a relationship.

The sudden departure of love filled my heart with shock and pain, the realization that love once in my grasp is slipping away. The final moments of togetherness before the inevitable parting are the hardest. Your feelings linger and so do your hands on the soon-to-be ex-love beside you.

There's an aftermath of lost love. Its associates are feelings of emptiness and void. Sometimes, depression can ensue. You sit in the balcony of the bright quiet calm of the sun's embrace where memories flood. Ones that can haunt and comfort in equal measure once you regret as you reflect on them truly.

True Love is a gift, a present one gives to another freely. It is not envious or boastful, arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way, it is not irritable or resentful nor does it rejoice at wrongdoing but it rejoices in the truth. Love leaves you with the impression that it is better to know it and have it, than to not know or have it at all. This was the wisdom and knowledge I got from that experience I called love.

A deeper reflection on love left me feeling gratitude for the lessons and experiences shared.

Though I'm experiencing the enduring impact of lost love and the bittersweet nostalgia that follows, I've accepted love's departure as a painful but necessary journey that one may experience as you live.

In conclusion, the wisdom gained from lost love can last an eternity. However long that may be on this side of the stream. I'll acknowledge the enduring beauty and significance of a life with love, though now for a moment in mine, I've lost it. Now for a moment in time, it's absent.

I inhale deeply.

And take notice yes of the disharmony.

The hustle and bustle of life colliding in

a whirlwind of movement and sound.

With a symphony of discordant notes filling the air round. Something like an orchestra of honking horns and screeching brakes or the cacaphony of voices like clashing waves.

Troublesome tyrants in my brain.

In the Pause, the suspended moment, exploration commences in the respite of quietude. Search begins for calm. Once found.

I exhale fully.

And release with that fleeting vapour the

dirt of emotions that were the cause of my worry, stress and certain anxiety.

Life can be like that, sometimes all too suddenly. Before you know it, your head's hot and your clear path is fogged with the misery of uncertainty. The bombardment can take its toll on your sanity.

Spiritually, Physically, Mentally.

That's one of those moments when you meditate: "Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you".

Kazuya's phone pings - a notification follows.

Suddenly, he barges into the living room showing a photo

of his wife Lavonne with another man.

"What is the meaning of this photo, Lavonne?

Approaching and grabbing her hand roughly he demands an answer to quell his anger.

Approaching and grabbing her hand roughly he demands an answer to quell his anger.

"Who is this?"

His wife responds: "You're getting worked up over nothing, Kazuya. This is not what you think it is!"

His grip tightens around her wrist, "Answer the question!"

Continuing, "He's an old classmate from secondary school in forever. It's nothing but a coincidence that we met each other again as we were both buying our coffees and lunches

at the same cafe on third street....Satisfied?!...Now, let go!"

she responded demanding that he adhere to her wishes however he does not and his anger only intensifies. He elevates his hand.

"What? Are you going to start beating me now?!" Finally, as he regains his senses, he utters, "Forgive me!" She sighs a breath of relief.

"What? Are you going to start beating me now?!" Finally, as he regains his senses, he utters, "Forgive me!"

She sighs a breath of relief.

"I was just about to do something unthinkable to you - something that never should have crossed my mind or manifest...forgive me."

Lavonne mustering all her strength says, "I forgive you, Kazuya...but I also can't do this anymore. You need to change!

There's barely any trust between us and I fear that sooner or later our marriage will crumble because of it. I don't want that!

I still love you!"

Tears shed from her eyes as she struggles to stop herself from bawling, "Something's missing in this relationship and I don't think I can spot it if I stay here...with you...right now. So, I'm leaving to go stay at my mother's house in the country."

Later that night, as Lavonne lay in her bed, she picked up on the

subtle clues that her mom was dropping as she told her stories about her and her dad's rocky relationship. Their relationship had been on the brink of collapse many times but stayed intact due to their reliance on prayers, Bible verses, and when they learned what marriage is actually about: maturity of both partners, trust and amicable communication based on truth which removes doubt and suspicion, respect among others.

This was a great comfort to her but her mother in her wisdom wasn't done there so she asked,

"You said you forgave him when you two had that fight, didn't you?...At that time, Did you forgive him with your heart or just your mouth?"

Lavonne bit her lips into a purse position. It was a glaringly obvious signal to her mother that she was embarrassed to say that she meant the latter.

With that in mind, her mother answered, "Yes, well...for those times when the forgiveness doesn't come that easily, it helps to remember to forgive 70 x 7 daily says the Lord....Darling, sometimes it's hard but once you give it to Him it's not impossible to forgive others!

She smiles gently, "You two will definitely make it. Just put Jesus at the center of your marriage. It'll be okay."