We hadn't had power for days, and I just lay in bed that morning, playing music on my phone with the little that was left of the battery. I've got playlists for the songs I want to listen to for each time I crave music, but this time was going to be different. I had over a thousand songs in my library and I was sure I had never heard quite a number of them. So I decided to let the player randomly play songs for a change, and you know what? It was one of the best decisions I had taken in a while. I'll tell you why.
Saturday, 29 April 2017
Saturday, 22 April 2017
The Irksome Thing About Unsolicited Advice
1 Thessalonians 4:11
1 Peter 4:15
I urge you - especially if you're Christian - to briefly look at the above passages before proceeding. You'd realise why.
I was attending a conference this Easter
and something rather interesting happened. Something that made me realise that many people still don't understand the deal with offering unrequested advice and the beauty of minding one's business. I'm someone who has opinions about virtually everything and everyone, but these are opinions you may never get to know of if you're not very close to me and deliberately seek them out... or if I don't write about them, as I'm doing right now. I'm reserved like that these days. So I'll be quite frank and say that I was pretty piqued that this happened to me.
Saturday, 15 April 2017
Because Michael Promised...
It was one of those nights without power supply. Worn out from the bustle of the day, I got into bed pretty early - as is usual for me on such quiet nights - ready to head right for dreamland, but, eager as I was to fall asleep, I found myself reminiscing helplessly about the
past – the past year particularly. About the crazy rollercoaster ride it had been. The dreadful and depressing lows. The sprinkles of
unprecedented highs scattered about here and there that I was super thankful for. And then the bouts of utter numbness and deafening silence that conveniently filled the voids in between. This reminiscence was fast becoming a habit, some sort of bedtime ritual, if you will. But there was something else to ponder that night that I hadn't really thought about in quite a bit.
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