A Letter to Me.

Haryet,
By the way, what date could it be today?
Well, I also thought so, buy does it have to be April 23rd before I can appreciate God for a life special that He brought into this world?
A life that has barely lived for itself but others, a life full of love with deeds that remind me that God never rested, there are hearts and hands He still uses and works through.

Haryet,
Thank you for putting a smile on my face, thank you for putting smiles on many faces.
If I were asked to define friendship, I would simply pick you and present you. Because within you, I discovered the true meaning of friendship.
You Never cease to amaze me because your love still glows even when you are angry. 
People rarely treasure the gifts they have in their hands but with you it's hard because your love shines so bright that everyone notices.
I may not be able to celebrate your birth, but definitely, you have given me a reason to always celebrate your life.
Surely good and perfect gifts only come from above, and where else could you have come from but above?
You  will never know how many lives you have blessed. But allow me represent them all by saying THANK YOU.
Enjoy your life, from Davis S. G, with LOVE.

Let it Be

"What kind of music plays in your heart when you learn that part of loving is knowing when to allow another to walk away?" asked Alan Jones.
I will tell you what kind: The sweet and painful little aria "Let it be"

That song is playing in my heart. The sweet and painful song... "Let it  be?"  what does that even mean? Is there such a thing as let it be? 
At this moment it is more painful than sweet. This one hit me so hard I didn't expect it but who again ever expects such pain.
Those who participate in change must participate in death... I suck at transitions and change is painful for me. It is death.

Death of a friend, a sentiment or an attachment something connected to you dies and definitely something in you dies.
Through this I have learnt that there is always life after death.
During the time of that change and death, life is evolving, there is something new sprouting out of the person experiencing death. You can't be the same as you were before. You become new. Completely new somehow.

I also learnt that because there are changes every single second, there is death every single second and therefore there is new life every second too.
That said, the art of learning to dance to the tune of pain and sweet is a continuous process because it is part of our life and that makes the tune "Let it be"  make more sense.

"Let it be" to me right now sounds like breath, a part of me that I can not control or even comprehend.
"Let it be"  is a reckless move made by the one who actually let it be. God.
I have come to the end of my rope, I am done trying to let it be I am dropping it and just falling knowing the one that Let it be will catch me, hold me because I know His arms are always underneath.
I will "Let it be"

Owe.... Seriously.

When people talk about jobs and work, it's usually a burden, a source of income, a survival tool or a hustling den.

When people talk about bosses, they are a pain in the wrong places, someone to please, a superior with high powers unquestionable, The Boss.... They not humans favorite species yet they are humans too.

When people talk about their professions, it's written with well defined titles and carries loads and loads of weight. Terms used can be scary especially if the field is not familiar to you.

When people talk about youth, they are "horror actors"  parents have their own definition of teenagers, sometimes they say that age group of a wasted stage wait word used is "damaged"  I think or adolescence is disturbing them, parents call them headache . Let's just say very few people have nice things to say about this age bracket.
If not lazy then rebellious or indicipline .. Not so cool right.

Seriously, the youth I have known, a rare group of kids "refugee youth"  from different backgrounds, culture and religion come together as a group and form a family "I go the Mile".
Resilience is embedded into their souls. They have gone through immeasurable pain, stood the test of being called names, watched their parents slaughtered, sisters and brothers snatched away from the cruelty of humanity, the only survivor alive among his family members in another country, at 17years..... Yet with all that on his mind He still stands and says He has Hope and he knows his family is proud of him wherever they are...

That is just one of the many teenagers I am proud to be working with, it alters my perspective of them leaves me in owe.....seriously..

Seriously, I am in Owe... I am overwhelmed not only to be surrounded by such amazing young people  but to have bosses who are the opposite of many bosses... They are COOL.. BBE (Best Bosses Ever).
I have no job description, I do what God tells me to do and he has blessed me so much that my work is embedded in him.

Aaaaaahhhh.... Seriously.. I am in Owe.
Of his Love and goodness. His healing power and restoration.
His Amazing Grace. He is Love.
He has spoken the language all creation yearns for and yet many do not understand.
The language is too sweet, too good, strange to the world around us, the noise around us. He has spoken to these teenagers and moulded them into who He wants them to be regardless of what they have gone through.

They are living to tell those stories to many,. To testify of his saving power. Of his unfailing love and of the fact that he skillfully crafted all human stages for his purpose. These teenagers are different, my work is different, My bosses are different and I am different because of CHRIST....

Losing Me

When I glimpse a hummingbird in my tulips, can I call up my gladness and spend some time with it?
A Stern voice in me says, how wasteful what if you don't get anything done?
I ask, Can  allow myself to feel the pain of a relationship that needs rekindling? No, the voice says, stifle it and pretend. Rocked boats tip over.
So I ask, what about the anger inside?  Can I feel it? And the voice says it's not nice to be angry.
Then I ask, when I am scared and hurting, can I open my soul and let someone peer way down inside? And it says, keep a stiff upper lip. Bury it.
When I live with those answers long enough, I can no longer connect to my real feelings. I lose my ability to relate to myself and others from a genuine place.
I Lose Myself.

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