i wrote horrible stuffs. it was saved as a draft for abt a week, and nope, i am not going to publish it. in fact i just deleted it.
it's so easy to delete things and hide parts of your self in front of others. but God knows. He knows the exact letter i am going to hit, all the wrong spellings, deletings and retypings even before my fingers touch the pad.
and i am so thankful for that...
With Him i express freedom. to be just as i am. to say all the things that's in my mind. i don't feel paiseh with God... i am glad He knows all my thoughts, my bests and my worsts, and it shall remain a secret between Him and me. if any, oopz, typo there, i mean many. if many of my imperfections are revealed, let it be a testimony of His grace, forgiveness, mercy, and love.
"You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same
You are amazing God"
how can i refuse such a refuge?
