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