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Sunday, January 9, 2011
Right. So I had that nightmare and I couldn't go back to sleep. Hate to be alone in this bedroom.
It makes my imaginations run wild; it gets wilder after waking up in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I simply have this nagging feeling that the trauma would stay forever.
No matter what I do, I continue to have dreams that never fail to peel the scab off of my healing wound, exposing raw, painful, bloody flesh.
Someone told me he had prayed for my health and prosperity - I'd wished he'd prayed for my sanity instead.
I pray everyday for everyone else's good life and I'd forgotten to do so for my own.
He reminded me that the most powerful prayer comes not for yourself but for others.
He reminded me that life's difficulties are but a passing phase, and that goodness would prevail eventually.
He has so much faith given his current life situation; I wonder how he does it everyday, day in and out.
And I have to worry over recurrent nightmares and crying fits.
Okay, now that I've got my emotions settled, I should try to hit the sack again.
Nightmares or not, I gotta rest somehow before it takes a toll on the growing fetus.
Before I end, I just wanna pray for the good health of his family and him, may God help them with the difficult times they are enduring now.
You have shown me life in a different light, and I thank you for it.
It makes my imaginations run wild; it gets wilder after waking up in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I simply have this nagging feeling that the trauma would stay forever.
No matter what I do, I continue to have dreams that never fail to peel the scab off of my healing wound, exposing raw, painful, bloody flesh.
Someone told me he had prayed for my health and prosperity - I'd wished he'd prayed for my sanity instead.
I pray everyday for everyone else's good life and I'd forgotten to do so for my own.
He reminded me that the most powerful prayer comes not for yourself but for others.
He reminded me that life's difficulties are but a passing phase, and that goodness would prevail eventually.
He has so much faith given his current life situation; I wonder how he does it everyday, day in and out.
And I have to worry over recurrent nightmares and crying fits.
Okay, now that I've got my emotions settled, I should try to hit the sack again.
Nightmares or not, I gotta rest somehow before it takes a toll on the growing fetus.
Before I end, I just wanna pray for the good health of his family and him, may God help them with the difficult times they are enduring now.
You have shown me life in a different light, and I thank you for it.