Dry bones will live.

he gripped like a vice, what held in his hand what she knew could come between that silver between life and death of the people whom she couldn't live without. come between them and risk her life, or stand by helpless. they begged her to stay away, but all of her knew was that she would have lived to regret it.

at 16, fear had never seemed so real. 

a huge part of her died that night. as she closed the door behind her and slid her back against it, sobbing uncontrollably, she realised that she neither hated the world nor herself enough to end her part in it. but she could no longer be a part of the lie in this amazingly artificial world that people worked towards- achievements, power, money. did that even matter when she had come so close to losing the ones she truly loved?

she lived to proclaim herself strong, but that part of her within her remained dead. her fears, impartialness towards everything in life, lack of commitment, lack of interest to achieve - all stemmed from knowing that everything in life was transient anyway.

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fast forward.

following the powerful prayer and cry of salvation, and sharing the moment with the one who shared that night, we sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. i believe that afternoon, bondages were broken; with the Lord, dry bones were revived.

ready to live my life without all these chains binding my feet.

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just a while back when i was going through a period of not being able to let go and let God, all i could do was to talk to friends and more friends as they threw ideas back and forth. it was good having new perspectives, and one stood out in particular. 

Hui Xin, what are your dreams for God? 

i mean, i know you want to serve Him. we all do. but where do you see yourself in His Kingdom in the next 5 years? 10 years? set your sights ahead, and God will grow you to fulfill these dreams.

well, am i just going to get by life, running an aimless race with no real end in mind other than to share the gospel to the few people who happen to cross my way in life?

or am i gonna be strategic about setting my sight on the goal of doing His will for me, to grow my heart for the burdens that He has placed within me through all these experiences in my life, to pray dangerously to have them come to know God?

i think i just might have a clue.

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wind blown whispers
wind naked down the corridor
the thoughts leaving my head
they twist through yours