And eternity, in the palm of Your hands

It's pouring, outside of my window. This is the best weather to curl up on my bed, read something heart - stirring and soul - touching, wander in my daydreamings, and doze off. And this is the reality: i have valuation and tourism to study!!!

There are a few random things which have popped up in my head these few days:

Why does God have to create rats? They are not beautiful/adorable/helpful at all....

For every serious relationship, no matter how bad they fight each other, there always remains that something that ignited them from the first place. It's just a matter of uncovering the many layers of anger, dissatisfaction, disappointment and hurt to find that precious sparkle. It is a search that not all dares embarking or bothers entertaining. I like what Jodi Picoult said about love: " True love is like ghosts, many have heard, yet, few have seen". Talking about Second Glance, I couldn't find it!!!! (Did you lose it Moo????)

I feel that I can hear God's voice at times. I mean I was quite sure that the inner voice within me was from God. As much as I am convicted, I am comforted. He has been speaking to me lately through books I read, through the Word, etc. And I love bus ride to school because it is the time for me to have uninterrupted conversation with God. Sometimes, our conversation is quite funny, but who says God doesn't have a sense of humor?

I read The Voice That Calls You Home this morning and i realized something about forgiveness. It comes with time. There is no instant fix for the hurt and the pain that was inflicted. Frustration doesn't work, neither does disappointment. I'm learning to forgive and i believe that God is moulding me. So here is what Andrea Raynon wrote:

"...How? As trite as it sounds, one day at a time. Slowly. Sometimes cursing, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing so hard at a memory that grief is held at bay for a moment or two. We make peace with our regrets. We try to forgive. We tell the stories over and over until the edges are polished - smooth as sea glass, tumbled through time. In the end, we remember to keep breathing. We curl ourselves in the palm of God's hand and rest, for that is where we always are anyway. Held and loved."

Yes, we are held and loved. We are known by names.

Time for valuation, again!!!!