sunshine

lead me to the place, where I can see, amazing grace will carry me.

As I was stepping out, each step taken deliberately, the crunch of the gravel and soft sand, the sinking of the shoes in wet soil (mud) and lifting your feet up thereafter, the going up and coming down, the different sets of path and zones, and how it is always, always easy to follow others' preceding steps.

The maze of bushes, stumbling through the waist-high plants, waddling in ice-cold waters, with strong current rushing past your body and you cling on to big solid rocks. Stepping on stones, feeling the cold algae surface. Looking at how the kids live, they live simply.

Candles and generators, insects rejoicing with new food, bamboos, genuine happy smiles on people. How our Father is everywhere, omnipresent and big, how language is no barrier for us to communicate with Him. He listens to everyone everyday, since the beginning of time. He understands.

The two and a half days were well worth it. These are mere words, and some are still repressed.