I have heartache… Every time I stop to think, I feel pangs in my chest. Sometimes I feel weaker than I am… I sense I can’t handle life  with these two hands. These hands have built so little and yet, abandoned a lot. They’ve wiped many tears and written many fears. My hands have worked up enough muscle to make me strong. But why do I still feel weak inside. My insides are soft. A direct contrast to my outsides… they’re rough and figureless- Go figure. Maybe that’s w

I once had a very interesting conversation with my cousin about what happened when Jesus rebuked the winds and the storm calmed (Reference: Mark 4: 35-39). He said: “You see, when sea waves move to the shore and back, and the wind is blowing gently, there is peace… that’s the natural state of things, called peace. So during the storm, there was a distortion of peace, and that’s why Jesus instructed ‘Peace! Be Still!’ He was instructing peace to return to its original state –