no more

no more.

it's done.

i've decided.

i've made my move.

no more.

i've woken up.

what a liberating feeling that is.

(i just hope it is not a fleeting one.)

God, help me.

and this liberation required the dying of myself. how weirdly ironic it is.

to trust God for the best, i've given up on this small little hope that i've been imagining in my head. and somehow a part of me has died. kinda lost hope (metaphorically). maybe that's how it's supposed to be.

like a certain someone would say, "i'm jaded about these things already."

Yeah, me too.

NO!! honestly, if i were to accept what i just typed 10 seconds ago, mr s.a. tan would've gotten to me. No. I refuse. just honestly disappointed. But God has already made His promise to me so many times.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

And that is His promise to me. Love always comes through. It always hopes, always perseveres, always patient. My hope in Him can go on forever because that is what He is and that is what He has promised me.