飞云之下

在飞云之下 我看着海峡
走月光沙滩 我也承认我还是会想他
且慢 前面听说风很大

在飞云之下 以为忘了的家
在耳里说话 叫我别烦心那些痛与怕
喔 半路上的我 穿上回忆和风沙

I was 30 mins late for work because I lost track of time venting through the pastels btw. There is really that delinquent side of me that screams F**K THIS ALL!!! some times.

Yet, even as I started on this and reflected on how much better I felt- I could hear Mr Rogers' fatherly voice saying: Only you know how you are feeling and what you are thinking. You can talk about your feelings to people you love.

前面风很大，还没有比我的 神大。

23 Sep
It would be a lie to say that I am good. My soul is affected by these happenings, though I am surprised that I am surprised at how these could ever happen. I broke on Monday when the sheer yearning for God's perfected kingdom combined with the deep realisation of how broken I am, how broken the team is, how broken the organisation is.
That was a good beautiful kind of brokenness I guess.

More often than not, the hardness of heart and pride wraps up the God-centred grief, warps it to self-centred bitterness. O soul, cling on to the unshakable truths.