Pittering. Pattering.

The rain.



Whenever it rains, my mind goes free. Somehow, the sound of the rain carries not only a sleeping spell upon me, but also awakens the memories.

The day I walked away, crying. Carrying that clear umbrella.
The year I had to grow up.
The day I danced with the storm.


It's raining right now.


The pitter-pattering sound on the school's library windows.
The quiet flipping of pages.
Someone coughs.
Steps.


What are we all studying for intensely?
To change the world? Or to change ourselves?

What am I studying for?




What am I living for?


Too many things has happened.
But God is good.


Too good.



Wake up, heart.

I recently read a devotional and those three words stuck out like thorns to me. How long has my heart been dead? A few months? A year?
A few years?
The beautiful thing is, He has been the one waking my heart up.

I haven't done anything. So far.


Wake up, heart.





It's time.