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.
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.