Sweet Home...

When you miss home so much, it doesn't help when you know that the people who know you waay much better than anyone else are all at home and they are not near you. And well, I tell myself "You can try to get people here to know you better" and I have not been very much myself for the last one year. And so, I can't blame them for not knowing the real me. But, it's never easy to open yourself up and allow yourself to go through the whole "getting to know me better" thingy. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that to a large extent, it is my fault that people here do not know me very well. And O well, I miss home.

I spoke to my mom yesterday. Well, she e-mailed me and told me that my father wasn't feeling well. I called home. My mother can tell what's going on and whether I am fine or not. Other people will have difficulty doing just that. I cried. I know my mother knows the extent of the pain i'm going through. I'm still hurting. But, i'll be fine coz I spoke to God about it today already.

I dreamt of home yesterday.

It's difficult to speak to the person who's hurting you and talk as if nothing has happened. I should nonetheless. Especially when you love that person so much and that person has hurt you so much....Forgiveness! That's the key to it...and being bold and courageous too rite?

Anyway, praying that my home-sickness will go off soon - hopefully when classes starts. Praying too that father will get well soon. Praying too that I'll be up and about with no pain whatsoever in my ankle VERY VERY soon....Lot's that I've been praying about. To mention it all here, will probably be too much! haha.....

There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest
And our spirits shall sorrow no more
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest

To our bountiful Father above
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of his love
And the blessings that hallow our days...