Lost & Found
When my dog went missing, I lost more than just a part of my life. When it was finally found, I discover more than what I ever sought to know.
I’m reminded that I am fragile. I seek comfort in turbulent times like these, when nothing is going as planned, where for the last 3 years I knew exactly where I’m headed and which direction I should take.
I crave for certainty and this life has very little of it. I need something to hold on to, God is one while there rest is to be revealed in time I suppose.
Right now, I desperately need to find myself.
I’m reminded that I am fragile. I seek comfort in turbulent times like these, when nothing is going as planned, where for the last 3 years I knew exactly where I’m headed and which direction I should take.
I crave for certainty and this life has very little of it. I need something to hold on to, God is one while there rest is to be revealed in time I suppose.
Right now, I desperately need to find myself.
1 Comments:
good to know u found ur doggy.. i would be devastated if mine went missing *choii*
so wat kind of dog is he/she/it? where did u find.. him/her/it?
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