Recovery

A week had past... Time flies, indeed. And Ning had delivered her child last weekend. She also replied my SMS to let me know she's feeling fine and recovering well. I thank God for that. And I know God knows how it feels to have a loved one taken away. HE's been there too some 2000 years back.

"On the day when Heaven cry,
The sky was torn apart,
And its tears became the falling rain,
That flows from Heaven's broken heart."

I am reminded of the chorus of this song I used to love singing every Easter. Its from a children musical called"The Boy Who Believed". I've tried searching for the disc but to no success to date. Yet every time I ask God the question "why", HE will bring to mind this song and it puts me to shame.

But I am only human, I'll think to myself. So on top of my quiet time with God, the human side of me felt the need to verbalise my feelings through communication with a mortal being. I waited for Ling (one of us in our clique of 4) to touch down from her holiday trip on Sunday and shared with her. We both cried but well, you can't deny the female species of their rights to tear. It definitely made us feel better. For now, we'll just look forward to meeting Ning when she has recovered, and hopefully we don't have to wait too long...