Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests;

There’s many things to be done. More things than time allotted.

And we all have great expectations out of all those things. 

But an inch of gold doesn’t get you that inch of time.

Next week will be a rather busy week for me. Especially Friday, many things to look forward to. Many things to be done, many things to waiting to be settled.

And in times like this, can’t really find time to rest and do things that I really want to do.

And as I go along, this verse has been stuck in my head for very long.

And Jesus said unto him, Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. – Luke 9:58 KJV

I’ve thought many times about how this relates to us as followers of Christ. We have no place to rest our heads. Or rather, we do not have a place, or a group that we truly belongs to, besides among God and His people.

Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.  – Matthew 7:13-14 KJV

One of the wonders of God’s Word, is how everything fits together. The Son of man has not place to lay his head. But wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and narrow is the gate that leads to life, and few there be that find it.

I always interpreted it this way. The ones saved now, leads the lost through the narrow gate. And unless the lost sees the error of their ways, they will be the one who rejects the Son of man.

Fill us anew we pray. Fill us anew we pray. 

I promised many things, but how many I kept, and how many I carried out, I don’t know. And I shudder to think what is next. Because of the rain, everything feels obscured. Fresh. Prismatic. And.. just, rainy.




It disappears as soon as it hits the surface.

I gave my first sermon last Friday, heh. It was about evangelism practicality and methods! Shared some videos as well. Guess what I picked up really helped me a lot. Experience, materials and knowledge.

They said that I was good, though I felt like my voice was some monotonous hum. Still, it’s a good experience. I daresay I hope to have more chances to preach. Yeah.

Looking around, it’s June now. Time flies pretty quick, doesn’t it?

I’ve ever wondered, what it felt like to be a dreamy time-traveler. No holds, no restrains.

Still, many things I am looking forward to.

I never stopped wondering. About what was, what is and what will be. I am worried, as long as we are here. Fret for you. You’re the treasure of my heart.


The healthy does not need a doctor. The sick ones do.

The perfect ones do not need saving. The sinners do.

If you love the lovable, it makes you the same.

If you love the unlovable, that’s something different.

Your path set in midnight, your footstep find no light.

How best, should you fight?


Sleet and rain.

The path. Obscured.

Just because you cannot see where you are going, it gives you no grounds to stop. No time to pause.

The rain gets heavier. So does the weight upon your heart.

What do you do?

You had a feeling. That this is the absolute path. That by taking it, you could do no wrong, that you could make no mistakes.

Yet. The atmosphere encapsulating this choice. You can almost feel the very air trembling. As if something is approaching.

Close. Very.. close.

Nonetheless, you stick to this path. You are already too far down to be able to turn around.

The rain continues pouring down. It alleviates the situation, somewhat. But you know very well, that it is barely enough.

You can smell the rain. All around you. It captivates you. It helps you to feel alive. More than you did in years.

But the rain will stop, and soon.

What then?

366 days a year.

It’s been a year since I started this WordPress.

Time flies, doesn’t it? Too fast.

I still remember the exact purpose of me when I came up with my first post, albeit the sobriety that accompanies it.

But then, I guess I deviated from the initial purpose of this WordPress.

Regardless, a year is a year. It’s been a long year to me.

Compared to then, I guess that year changed me pretty badly.

Our friendship is more distant, but still as strong.

My matters with her are still sticky, but it’s a littler closer to the destination than how it was like back then.


This current post. It’s number #247.

I like to dream my dreams.

But those dreams are still as distant, still as elusive, even if they seem more realistic.

Dreams are still dreams, regardless.

A year of many.