it's not a diary. it's a JOURNAL

Not for a minute Was I forsaken The Lord is in this place The Lord is in this place Come Holy Spirit Dry bones awaken The Lord is in this place The Lord is in this place ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I love how God speaks. So loud. So clear. Unmistakably God. The voice that calm troubled seas. The voice that calm troubled hearts The voice that breaks the silence of isolation. The voice that breaks the walls of human pride. AND THAT HUMAN WAS ME. Oh man! It's been less than 2 months since that day. Since than, A LOT has happened. And looking back to this past few weeks, if someone ask me again (well back then I was too hurt to see, or to proud to admit the obvious), "Kok bisa, Ke? Why did you guys broke up?" Now, I'd say, "Because God loves. He loves me. He loves R." And that, my friend, is enough assurance for me to know that God is