A Chestbox

I was flipping through my journal the other night, a totally random thing to do.
As I turn the pages of past entries, the events that I've penned down came to life.
That's the beauty of keeping a journal.
It keeps me in check of myself through the eyes of a book, scribbled down by my very own hand.

Browsing through 2008, it gave me a glimpse of things I've packed and placed into a corner.
I haven't done much reflection on 2008 yet, haven't really had the time.
And that's probably why I'm still swaying back and forth between 2008 and 2009.
Closing a chapter is always something hard to do, even if it's a bad chapter.

God is amazing.
He proves to be in every way; in words and actions.
In good times or bad, I'm thankful that He has always placed himself somewhere within me, reminding me of who He is in any space of time.
The past, the present or the future, God is still there.
He is still the same (Hebrew 13:8).

If there's one thing He keeps reminding me,
it's the fact that in spite of all the ugliness of world events, relationships, crimes, political instabilities and insecurities, God still paints beauty into the picture.
More often than not, we look at the ugliness instead of His goodness.
Our human eyes are sensitive to things of insignificance.
We end up overlooking His divine providence.

Each entry continues to remind me of days I cherished and also days I can only wish never happen.
It instantaneously brought back a surge of familiar feelings.
Things left unsaid, unspoken and unfulfilled came crawling back.

Journal is like a chestbox of faded memories, forgotten emotions and forsaken promises.
Just when you think you've forgotten em' all,
your scribbly handwriting comes bringing em' all back again.