Drink the soy.

Coy toying. Boycotting. Plotting. Playing. Pulling.
NOTHING!
Funky bananarama, dalai lama. Soppy drama, holy mantra.
Honey bunny runny money. Funny.
Feel and deal. Sun and run. Take and break. Make and shake.
EXCUSE ME!
Tears and fears and smears and dears.
For the year? Something near? What do you hear?
Confused and used and battered and bruised.
Hide now and think how.
Loose sigh, look high. No show, tip toe. Yes or no. Go with the flow.
HAHA.
Slim shady. Maybe.
Stand up, heads up, bottoms up, give up, shape up, make up. Sit up. Pull up.

I stand humbled at my own weaknesses.

All the steely resolve in the world. All the restraint I’ve kept myself behind. Everything I have willed myself to do or not to do – and made it even a source of pride. But now I see it all crashing around me. I am strangely comforted though. Yes, there will be things we’ll hold on to and things we’ll throw out the window. And in all that, the result becomes less important. Instead I come face to face with what it means to be just human. And in God’s eyes, that’s really ok.

I burst into tears today.

All because of an SMS.

Perhaps I didn’t realise it before. I’ve been slowly wrapping up my heart in the worries of work, the tiredness of trying and just being overwhelmed by obligations. In all that, mum sends me a verse and prayer for the day. And it’s something about the fact that she never does this. And the fact that she’s thousands of kilometres away from me. And the fact that she knows better than the people I see everyday. That makes me see just how God comforts in the most unexpected of ways.

I was expecting him at our table.

I was not expecting a boy with downs syndrome to be there too. I soon found out that the boy’s curiosity had led him away from his mother’s nearby table and to ours for a little attention. I didn’t mind, really. In between catching up about the tiresome and complicated world of work, I witnessed something I’d not seen in a while – a connection out of the human heart. He taught the boy to open a can of drinks, listened to his indiscernible chatter, and unexpectedly, made it an enjoyable time for us.