the time of singing has come!

when the music fades
all is stripped away
and i simply come
longing just to bring
something that's of worth
that will bless your heart

i'll bring you more than a song
for a song in itself
is not what you have required
you search much deeper within
through the way things appear
you're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
and it's all about you
It's all about you, Jesus
I'm sorry Lord for the things i've made it
when it's all about you
it's all about you, Jesus

King of endless worth
no one could express
how much you deserve
though i'm weak and poor
all i have is yours
every single breath

i'll bring you more than a song
for a song in itself
is not what you have required
you search much deeper within
through the way things appear
you're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
and it's all about you
It's all about you, Jesus
I'm sorry Lord for the things i've made it
when it's all about you
it's all about you, Jesus

i'll bring you more than a song....
you're looking into my heart...

She must have seen the thing hanging loosely while doing the laundry and took the trouble to mend it.

Don't all mothers do that?

Quietly mending the broken things without asking for anything in return.

They don't declare it in their appraisal forms.

They don't do it for a favour in return.

They do it simply because of love for their children. And they feel good when their child feels good.

...

I believe God is also quietly mending the broken toys and loose buttons of my life.

I may not see it right now. I may even feel that He is so far away and He does not even care. I may think that He is too busy for me.

And the truth is, I have been feeling all of these.

But two things came to my awareness today that gave me this lovely realization.

The first, God has arranged for her at that time and place to give us a pleasant surprise. And we were both touched by God's little gesture. The second was the sewn-over thread.

When I saw the sewn-over thread on where it once came loose, I finally know.

He had been quietly working.

He saw the broken parts and the loose threads. He saw the emptiness in the glass.

And while, at times, we cannot see Him at work, He is quietly working, mending and repairing. Because, being Him, He does not need to declare what He has done for us. He is our Father, and surely, He wants the best for us.

And so, while I am still in the middle of the broken parts and torn pieces, and the emptiness in my being sometimes deafen me, I know now that He is still there, quietly working for me.

Who knows if He would give me another pleasant surprise again?

I don't have the money to pursue what I think I would like to do.

Neither do I have the health for it.

Yesterday was hell, I almost wished I die. You will never know how painful it is until you experienced the pain yourself. My head almost burst and I almost went mad.

My life is still back to where it was.

It has never moved beyond this point anyway.

What do I do with my life? What can I do with it?

As much as I want to do so many things for others and for God, I find myself often dependent on others. What is this? I think the world can do better without me.

Not the most optimistic post, but pardon me. I guess this period will pass.