the threads in her head

It feels good, to listen to a friend's narration of a beautiful day.

Grace, incredible mercy and love. All the simple things in life that adds up to this grand equation, the manifestation of beauty, the essence of which I can identify with. All those small things, in a chain, each so many, so beautiful, glistening, aglow with its very preciousness.

I am reminded of the time buses came in less than one minute, 4 times in a row, a single day, to send me to and fro school, and of all buses that could have possible came first, it was always 156, and not 154, or 151 or 74, but always, always 156. 4 times, and in less than one minute each time.

Of faith, absolute trust. A prayer, and out I go, waiting, preparing to see the miraculous works of His hands.

I am reminded of days when I was weary and exhausted, and how He lifted me up, gave me little breaks in ways only He can achieve, poured out grace abundant. My cup overflows Lord, and it's only due to that wonderful love from you.

Oh lovely day it has been. An easy, relaxed day, laughing along with friends, getting the teacher to agree that the deadline be Monday and not Thursday. Playing with self-made engine. What I had thought was going to be a long lonely journey becomes a journey with a friend, scattered with good-natured teasing and laugher. Little games, a beautiful narration. Care and concern from loved ones.

Miracles.