Tiny Little Hands

The little baby boy clasped my finger with his tiny little hands.

With all his tiny strength he held on. I was amused and in awe at the tiny little fingers. They were so small, so cute and so fragile. After a while, he finally let go.

As I think about it, I realize that I too have things I hold on to with my tiny little hands. I clasp onto them with all my tiny strength and forget that there are hands that are much bigger and more capable of holding on to it all for me.

It is not easy but

I let go -

not into nothingness, but into His capable hands.

My hands are not big enough.

His hands are bigger than my mine, stronger than mine, more capable than mine.

Letting go...

Letting go.

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I am learning little by little that the right answers do not avail much unless they become a personal revelation.

All the right answers are there and they are so easy to give to other people but knowing is nothing unless it is an experiential knowing.

Something I Want to Remind Myself.

Just want to remind myself of this again. There are times when I fear that I do not know what to do or would not be able to do what I am supposed to. Although the fear does not consume or paralyze me it still has a way of coming back in the form of worries.

All I can do is cast all these cares to Him and every time they come back, I take that time to remind myself that He's already taking care of it for me.

I'm glad that I can believe His word for it.

Thanks goes to Clarice for reminding me of this from Joshua 1:9

"... Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."

If He's got my back then even my mistakes will work out for my good. I have nothing to fear.

An Attempt at Sonnet (Dedicated to my Dad)

There are many things about you that I'm thankful for,

The many things, great and small, that you go through,

You give so much even when I do not ask for more,

Do things thinking it's simple but actually has much ado.

When I was much smaller, we would snuggle in our bed,

I would lie there and you would then sing me a lullaby,

It felt so comforting, as I rested my weary little head,

And soon I grew out of that as time passed by.

From you I've learned many things needful for a man,

You taught me how to cycle, to fight, to play the guitar,

You have always encouraged me to do the best I can,

And you gave me something that nothing is on par,

You gave me the best gift, the gift of knowing Jesus,

And from then my life was never the same thus.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

I LOVE YOU!

I am not fully able to express my love for you,

Love is not easily described in mere words,

Often, actions are not enough to do so but

Very blessed am I, to have you in my life,

Each time I remember that, I thank God.

You are the first love of my life,

On longing for you I shed my first baby tears, and

Until I find "the one", you'll always be my first lady.

Happy Birthday, Ma! May your youth continue to be renewed like the eagle's and thank you for being such an awesome mom.

I LOVE YOU!