God in a Coffee Shop

And as I sat there all alone in the yellow lights watching the raindrops splash and beat against the glass that stood there silently as a partition between the exterior and the interior, couldn't help but trust, all over again, that lil' voice within which I've come to trust so much as it whispered that I'm focussing on the all the wrong signals.

It becomes impossible in times like these to discard anything that smells of hope with a wave of the hand. Inching closer to victory, I am, maybe. Chances are. Atleast I choose to believe so.

Over coffee, God spoke. A lot can happen over coffee indeed!

Sunset

“I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets.”

Can, Cannot, Should not

And there are times like these when one thinks I'm incapable of doing certain things, be that 'walking up to someone and talking', or that 'in your face spontaneous remark', or even deciding; in those times I know and only I do, that there are things you can do and things you should not do, there is nothing that cannot be done.

If I'm not at it, then it has been thought well. Being the non-impulsive decision maker I have been and will be, may I say, I'm not indecisive.

Lord Don't Move That Mountain

Couldn't help but post this---

Lord here I am again, down on my knees in prayer

Lord you promised me that you would always meet me there

Now there's a mountain up ahead, that I can't seem to climb

So I'm begging for the strength to try it one more time.



Now if there were no mountains, Lord I might forget to pray.

And if there were no trials, Lord I might even stray.

But I know the higher the mountain, the sweeter the victory.

Oh Lord ever remind that you will walk beside of me.



Chorus

Oh Lord don't move that mountain, just give me strength to climb.

For if you should move each mountain, I might grow weaker every time,

And just as your son Jesus, took the cross up Calvary's hill.

Oh Lord don't move that mountain, so I may better do your will.
 
 
---Mahalia Jackson

F5

After having tried out different domains, servers, and colours, I'm back and mighty pleased to revert this blog to the original 'simple' template. All that colour and loudness and trying-to-seek-attention templates were not me. Certainly not.

On that note, a very Happy and prosperous New Year from mine to yours!

The tug of that Season!

Silhouettes soft smudge into a faint backdrop and all that remains is a memory


...Undoing the Christmas that was