This would be my journal of learning…learning how to dance to life’s music. But before the dance, I should learn to listen first to the deep music embedded my heart before death deafens my senses and paralyzes my spirit.
This is a diary of my own struggles of relinquishing freedom through resting in grace and wrestling with God…
Of the neccessity and blessings of mercy in my life to strengthen and nourish me…
From the many misbeats, misskips and any irregular heartbeats I have had or will have…
For LIFE, like any other art, like any other dance, it can never really be perfected..it is simply danced with a heart like there would never be any other performance again ever even when there are missteps along the way!
In the hope that i would learn to live my life better and more importantly, love better… this is the journey I look forward to yet dread at the same time because there would necessarily be hurts but I hope whatever difficulty life presents, in the end it is worthwhile.
The only thing that makes me go on living right now is the naive belief that my life HAS a happy ending, simply because God loves me and would make sure it is so. That way, I would be anxious of nothing else but to dance to the beat of His music played in my being.
