My hair started to fall.
It's a grace that every falling hair ( that i could even feel as those fall in my legs when standing up) and a significant numbers can be seen in my pillow is worth an acceptance and a smile on my face as I pick it up.
It saddened me in the beginning but as I continue to pray, it's amazing to note that I could easily accept it and could even crack jokes to my mom.
Since the hair started to fall .....everyday is a new day of acceptance and grace. May have a feeling of weakness but should make a big turn to overcome and cast the feeling out at once and give no room for self pity at all.
Yes, I am surrounded by family, relatives and friends who are with me in this journey-- in prayers, in support of whatever form and thanksgivings but the real challenge, has to be faced by no one else but me.
NOW, it's God, me and my faith -- in moment like this.
3.30.31
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