We have become so busy, that even a day of rest is no longer so! What happened?

While in church this poem came to mind.

This is a poem I wrote about a wooden cross I encountered during my most recent mission trip to an Orang Asli village.

Most of us have lost someone, who was extra special to us. My Father and Grandma, were two people that I loved very much. Yet, I’m comforted knowing that both of them are in heaven, with the Lord!

Things may be a little tough but thanks God I’m alive.God allowed to wake up and hear the birds sing so I thank him for all that he has done and is doing for me.

Here’s chapter three finally haha.

A collaborative work with Antorin, chapter one is posted on her page.

A collaborative story by a friend and myself, hope some one enjoys, chapter update links will be posted in the description.

Chapter one link>http://authspot.com/novels/28-days-chapter-one/

First chapter, i’m thinking about putting odds on my account and evens on hers so that we both get something for writing the story. Sorry for the choppy bit, but since it’s like different perspectives it was how it worked out…
chapter 2>http://authspot.com/novels/28-days-chapter-two/

Poetic praise, declaration of praise to God and his goodness!