My eyes simply refuse to stay open. The hours passed by with such veracity and with such indifference that I become doubtful of the reality of it all. That another day is gone is a forgone conclusion, but whether it is well spent, well that is another story altogether.
One day older and another day dragging myself in this tiresome shell. It is always my unceasing prayer that I do not live to see my body betray me. I dont really mind a short life, only if it is worth living and glorifying unto God.
As I contemplate the remaining years, I watch with anticipation and wonder the unfolding of God's plan in my life. Even if I wont know how life will end, I do know this; that when the end comes, Jesus would be there, and when that day comes, nothing else really matters anymore.
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