Been broken so many times, yet His love never fails to pick up again and again…. giving me the strength to continue this journey of faith, love. I can do this with God :)
Bren·da [bren-duh]
–noun
A female given name: from a Germanic word meaning “Flame” or “Sword.”
–noun
A female given name: from a Germanic word meaning “Flame” or “Sword.”
Sometimes I don’t know if the problem lies with me or not. Have been questioning myself everytime something triggers these emotions. They are silent, low-lying, yet recurring, like it has never been resolved. Maybe it’s part of the learning process in life. To accept, manage and resolve myself.
Sometimes my strength is my weakness. Being genetically similiar, although with different dreams, having different destinities, different mindsets and at different phases of our lives, but we’re essentially very similar. Having gone through same problems at home, although what we’ve learnt and chose could be quite different, yet the impact is similarly deep - in respective areas of our lives. Only God can repair and comfort. Only He can assure that choosing to be a “sheep” I’m actually only vulnerable to Him and Him alone.
Happy bubble
Funny how recently I poked fun at Shums saying that she’s always living in her happy bubble. Actually I realised I’ve been too. Well I think I kinda finally realised how bad the segregation was cos I never thought too highly of it. I guess anywhere in the society there’s always segregation when there’s labelling. Quite a pity though…
