
It was a Friday night when the half moon was a freakishly strange auburn. It was set against a sky of a zillion twinkly lights. As I looked on, it seemed lonely as it was separated from the rest as if to predict a bad omen.Continue reading

It was a Friday night when the half moon was a freakishly strange auburn. It was set against a sky of a zillion twinkly lights. As I looked on, it seemed lonely as it was separated from the rest as if to predict a bad omen.Continue reading

One night, when I was in high-school, I knelt on top of my bed in my room to pray. Growing up in another country, it was common for many of us to go away to school. Continue reading

Seasons of life are connected by seasons of transitions. When God journeys us from point A to point B we get uncomfortable in that waiting period of the ‘what next’. Continue reading

Have you ever being a bridesmaid and never a bride, or a groomsman and never a groom? Being married is a status majority of people prefer. Singleness is chosen by a few, yet experienced by so many.Continue reading
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Why do we struggle so much in the waiting? Continue reading

As a ‘comfort-zoner’, if my life were a guitar, I would only allow God to play a three-simple-chord song on me, while missing out on all the painfully beautiful opportunities.Continue reading

Several days in a row I caught myself applying the definition of insanity while indulging myself in cravings that kept on making me sick. I continued the routine until I scolded myself for doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.Continue reading

Write from your struggle, not from your strength, the constant message I hear from the COMPEL training I’m going through at the moment to get better equipped in my writing skills. Continue reading

“The only one who loves change is a wet baby” Mark Twain once wisely said. I kind of identify with the sentiments. I find beauty within the change of the four seasons that God creatively made, but I fret it in my own life. Continue reading