I don’t know how to sugar coat frustrations, fears, doubts and all those moments I asked Him, “Why not me yet, Lord?” “How much contentment should I lay on the table so you could give me what I am asking?”
I want to share this because each person has contributed to how mature I see love right now. Because of them, I became more cautious in liking someone.
Out of all the questions I have, there’s this one silly question that I always ask myself: What if I was born in the 1800s?
You’re so quick to defend, but have you forgotten that it should humble you down?
For the past weeks that I wasn’t able to write on this blog, I had this mini-series of “Honest Musings” on my Facebook Account. It’s my way of satisfying my hunger to write. Although they’re all my honest thoughts, but explaining it thoroughly can never be compared on how you put words on a blog…