Monday, March 05, 2012

comp(f)ounded helicopters

munching on a mango, ears still hot despite water patting.

heads up, even if doors have to be swanned, classes sound horribly intimidating, the phone isn't all that there and nice+cheap chinese somehow became $22 italian fish and chips- things will settle down in a week or two and more importantly, them challenges, once faced, have a way of shrinking from size-overwhelming to size-doable. (it'd be nice if that worked for dresses too.) heads up also because there's a certain ritual at nights that resizes stresses and worries into their proper place as we commune with the One who says be still and know that I am God; Him who is able to keep us from falling. things are never quite the same after meeting with Him.

and then, we've got what He's given us, a whole range, from hope (glorious hope), to 50 packets of dilmah, 100g, without sugar. never mind that the chocolate was eaten in ten minutes, and the soup didn't fare much better.

tea will be drunk in the mornings, assignments and to-do lists (given by God or earthly superiors) will be gotten through- and gotten through well-, and even if lines have to be repeated/i'm sorry what did you say? i didn't quite catch that-
we'll take everything with humour in our pockets, in our stride, and in Christ.

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week by week it is.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The chocolate and soup were nice, it really was the thought cos it definitely counts (: