Dear Diary ;


somedays i just have a great desire just to
rant and rave as
expressively as i can in the most
fluent and most eloquent manner that i can
deem possible.

such as today, for instance.

he stood up suddenly, staring straight at her.
they all were.

the whole room was silent.
not a breath.
not a word.
silently awaiting what might happen next.

but they knew.
already in their hearts, they all felt it.

the presence of God.

' i 'll take it for a
1000 dollars.'

silence.

then a swift exchange of looks between the
old woman and the bespectacled man.


a mere rice bowl and simple chopsticks.
an enormous sum of financial wealth.

but both saw something else.

a risk.
an opportunity.
and the faith to seize it.


silence.

Jehovah Jireh.
I love those words.


Yet Another Day;4:17 AM

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