30 I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time

a quote from Blaise Pascal

it is january thirtieth, a day which bears no significance as compared to any other day. yet, this is a day where i write. this is a day where my mind is afresh, at least a bit more than usual. i shall live to bear witness. i shall write to further bear witness. yet, i can only bear witness if I have seen His works. i can only testify if He has shown me who He is. It is not simply because the Scriptures say so, not simply because clergymen say so. It is simply and perhaps purely because He dwells in me. the question therefore is, has He?

34 it's just one of many

[[[ Just after midnight, when many of her neighbors were enjoying their sleep, Priscilla Kahang’u was wide awake, wondering whether her 2-year-old daughter, Comfort Shindani, would have a chance to see the sun that morning.

By 8:00 a.m., Comfort’s health had deteriorated even further. “My daughter was very ill and I was wondering…what to do,” says Priscilla, 20. “I was afraid my child was going to die…she was experiencing shortness of breath, constant coughs, and failure to breastfeed.”

-an article from World Vision ]]]

i forget how powerful stories can be. i've been reminded of the poor at times, but i haven't truly put myself in their shoes much lately. it's a whole new level when i imagine their situation as if it were my own, as if that baby was my own. she's my sister. how do i not acknowledge that? i often get through my day indulging in my own comfort. it's terrible. i think i'm drunk. need to rehab.

42 tis a beautiful morning even with the drizzling

um. i should hav of written this yestermaday. dis vil be da most stranngest of words used. i did not want to make dis entry proper. anyways, i quit spades. the yahoo one at least. whether i keep my promise or not, who knows. but as of now. please.