What's the point of thinking and wondering and staring into space, lost in a train of thoughts? Because we can't control our feelings and can't help (stop) missing people, we just have to calm down and not be too harsh on oursleves.

Why be so hard on ourselves?

Because at the end of the day, it just isn't worth it.

I love Sundays! I love stepping into church knowing that the people surrouding me does not despise one another, are not superficial and have the same purpose in life as me. That we are not in favour of the works of Dan Brown because he fabricates tales and a whole lot of nonsense.

By the way, I did not catch DaVinci the other day with my class. Last minute camp meeting which was a blessing in disguise. Why should I support someone who is making a fool out of my religion? Don't tell me it's fiction and it's ogay. I am sorry I dont' buy it. Case close.

Anyway, back to where I was - church. These people are the ones you can fully depend on. You can run a hundred thousand miles, be led astray, pick up all kinds of bad habits and they will still be there to welcome you back with a sweet embrace. It's like a family, we are a family. Brothers and sisters of Christ. I like this kinda family-family feeling. It allows me to be who I am without any pretense. I do not have to make an effort to hide my feelings, to bother to put on a mask or whatsoever.

"I love the house where you live, O Lord,
the place where your glory dwells."
Psalm 26:8