horrid visions from a dream came to me last night. Visions of corruption...blood...grime. And it shook my disfaith. I ran towards God's arms and I catch my breath as I pour out all my pains to him. I have strayed away from his arms and I had felt somehow that he had been pulling me back. But it seems that evil is just too persuasive and my will has been strong. Strong to willingly break down. He has been kind and patient. And I felt his unconditional love, despite my disfaith. He believed in me. He believed that he does not need to send storms or hurricanes to remind me of his existence or to forcedly swing me back to his side. But insead, he sent me these visions. Believing that I will see the message. And I believe I did. At least I think I did...I hope I did.

There would be no promises. I will come home to his arms soon. But it's going to take some time. And I'll take one step at a time. I could only hope that tommorow would be a better day. One step closer to that new me. One step close to that new life. :-)

As I always say...La vie n'est pa toujour facile!