weather a little chilly. I wish I had brought hot tea and my diary with me so I could journal. I found this secluded little gem of a park on the other side of town. I wanted a place to sit, read and journal in privacy.
I've been quiet in my pondering the past few days. in this solitude I like to believe Jesus is with me, in this silence, just in company. that even if I'm not speaking to him, he’s just here with me.
what if life is just about finding a decent husband who would provide? to get married and have my own kids (perceived not as ours)? no, in this aspect maybe I have not changed much, I still yearn for more than motions, for someone to know my heart, for a fulfilment I know I've only found in Jesus (for him to be matchmaker, a rs built on and honouring to him, someone whose closest friend is him).
let this be my quiet prayer. let me be able to recognise his answers.
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