My escape since I was 8.

Started from being a journal of letters to an imaginary friend, to honest letters to Him.


where has my heart been?


Most common question seen in my entries.



Why do I always ask that?
Is it simply because I still do not understand the meaning of surrender? Faith? Love?
Or is it because I have such high self-expectation in the subject of "affections and love" that always make it seem like I am incapable of loving anyone?

Oh, those who thirsts for more like me, search no more. Because it is through our imperfections, we see His perfect love more.
Through our stubbornness, we see His faithfulness.
Through our fears, we see His glory.
Through our anger, we see His mercy.

And through our broken ways of loving Him,

we see His grace.







But I am not perfect.
And that's okay.




Because His love







Is all that I need.