Family

It is particularly on the birthdays that I am away that I miss the closeness of the family.

I feel thankful I have my family with me this time. I did not have to wake up to lonelyness.

Thank you for the morning flowers and the kiss.

It Happens This Way Too

Just bumped into each other on the street one day.
I guess it happens.
You tell the story!

Candle

When it becomes dark I will start with the candle light. It is true. There is so much to be thankful for. Thank you for letting me see it.

Release

She released her grip and noticed that though it was scary at times, this way was unfolding the life she was purposed for.

The Cup too Full to Drink

Would you ask the father to take away the cup if it was too much to drink?

Well, Jesus drank it till the last drop, even as his side was pierced and he was bleeding all over.
Because he delighted in his father's will.

Later On

She pushed him hard only later to realise that he has been the only interested person who did not shy away to tell her the truth and who accepted her the way she is.

Gaze

Even your gaze touches my heart.

The Words

His words brought healing to her wounded heart. Though the scars left marks she has a new beginning because the past was not simply left behind and "forgotten" but it was dealt with and cried over.

She can strive because she is alive.

Holding His Hand

She never fell when she held his hand.

Cost

It did not cost me a thing because he paid it ALL.
I just want to remember it and pass it to my children.

Enough

He told he loved her. And it was enough for her.

On The Turn

It did not just turn out good. Nothing just turns out good. It does not on its own. It takes some effort but it is worth it all. But mostly it is the loving hand of God who cares.

Without Complain

Once in a month, after several absent from home days, he curried favor with Margie presenting her with a preposterous rose bouquet in front of all their friends.

She would get lost in words and her lips whisper, “Thank you!” as light red color appeared on her cheeks.

Late at nights, when no one could hear or see her, Margie walked on the terrace enjoying the night sky full of stars and the wind would dry out her doleful tears.

She never complained. Even once. But sometimes she felt very lonely, even though her daily responsibilities were a little more than the average housewife’s.

What made her stand out was that she loved her husband. She shared joy of his victories and she carried the pain of his failures. Again, she never complained and gave him all the freedom he asked for. And freedom he wanted to have.

He never thought that marriage relationship should bring any changes to his personal interests and activities. She never argued him on this because she respected his freedom.
She was loyal and devoted.

He loved Margie with her submissiveness, gentle spirit and her beautiful smile, which she always gifted him with and this very smile took away all the guilty feeling that sometimes visited him just for a short time.
But he did not know the stories of her childhood and he never knew what was happening on her heart deep nights when she walked on the terrace letting wind wipe her tears.

Don't Have to Get There

Her obtrusive ideas suffocated him; to escape selfishly crowded room he would always leave in silience and walk towards the stable to ride his stallion into the vast meadows strewed with coltsfoots and cornflowers.

His voluntary compliance and patience furthered her selfishness and grew the distance between them.

TRANSITION

These days I am between the ground and the first floors.