Ashes to Ashes

Nothing Gold Can Stay.

大舅, 我们会想你的。

I don’t know what this day will bring
Will it be, disappointing
Or filled with longed for things
I don’t know what tomorrow holds

I don’t know if these clouds mean rain
If they do, will they pour down blessing or pain
I don’t know what the future holds

I don’t know how or when I’ll die
Will it be a thief
Or will I have a chance to say good-bye
I don’t know how much time is left

But in the end, I will know your faithfulness
When darkness overwhelms my soul
When thoughts are storms of doubt
Still I trust you are always faithful, always faithful

I don’t know about tomorrow. I just live from day to day. I don’t borrow from it’s sunshine, for its skies may turn to gray. I don’t worry over the future, for I know what Jesus said. And today, I’ll walk beside Him, for he knows what is ahead.

I don’t know about tomorrow; it may bring me poverty. But the one who feeds the sparrow, is the one who stands by me. And the path that is my portion may be through the flame or flood; but his presence goes before me and I’m covered with His blood.

Many things about tomorrow, I don’t seem to understand. But i know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand.

Wise, Wiser, Wisest

Today’s interesting read on Proverbs:

Where there are no oxen, the manger is empty,

but from the strength of an ox comes an abundant harvest.

Proverbs 14:4

What are the oxens in my life that I find bothersome, but is actually a nourishment to my life? I thought of one related to my recent love for baking:

When there is no kneading and proofing, the hands do not ache,

but from the stretching and expansion of the dough comes a well-risen bread that satisfies the stomach.


When there are no warm-ups, more time can be spent in a game or resting,

but from the stretching of the muscles during warm-up comes a well-functioning muscle.

There’s no easy way out of things. If we put in the due amount of effort, we may reap fruits beyond our expectations.

Toying with the idea of furthering my education again. Should I stay on in my current career, do another Masters or move on to a Doctorate?

God, grant me peace and show me the path to take.

11.40pm and still working on reports. Only 27 more to go.

But, how can one focus on writing reports when the sky is demanding for attention?

It feels as if I’m transported into a cafe, with a lovely romantic atmosphere. The lightning illuminates the night as if the fairy lights blinking on a wall, softening the harshness of the world. And, the low gentle roar of the thunder balanced with the treble of the leaves rustling and rain pattering forms a perfect harmony that serenades even the most troubled hearts.

Such a lovely and relaxed atmosphere as compared to the pixelated monochrome letters on my word document and the harshness of the COVID plagued world.

Now is not the time to write a report.

So good night, and try harder tomorrow.


There was also a prophet, Anna, the daughter of Penuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was very old; she had lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, and then was a widow until she was eighty-four. She never left the temple but worshipped night and day, fasting and praying. Coming up to them at that very moment, she gave thanks to God and spoke about the child to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem.

Luke 2:36-38

The name Anna was chosen as a baptismal name, after the prophet Anna from the bible. She lived till she was very old and despite her circumstances, she worshipped night and day, fasting and praying. She also shared about Jesus. Bible character aside, the name itself, in Hebrew, comes from the word חנן (Hanan), which is a verb that describes the action of being gracious.

May I live out the spirit and meaning of Anna.


It’s good to see you, babe

At a brick and mortar building

or even in my cloudy brainy memory

I won’t complain if our meeting’s on a 360p phone screen

but a 32″ 4K monitor, I’m sure, to hold your beauty in esteem

It’s good to see you, babe

After 26280 hours, 1095 long days

It’s been too long, but your radiance is still the same

Despite our 2718 miles, your bold enchanting presence stands out

a tingling sense of joy, my heart it fills up

It’s good to see you, babe

The memory of you, I hope it never fades.