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I didn't do much at work today, nothing revolutionary, even the routine was minimal.

I saw a down syndrome girl a couple of weeks ago with her mother and maid at the LRT station, lining up and waiting for the train to arrive. She was probably about 5, wearing big plastic glasses with her hair up in pigtails and was the happiest person in the queue. She went shaking hands with the women in line and was giggling to herself, her teeth for all to see and her little jumps whipped up many smiles. Those observing her further away kept their eyes affixed on her face, the face of someone less ordinary.

The women who had the privilege of receiving handshakes and sweet greetings from the girl were gracious and expressed their joy though one could see that they were at times unsure and nervous in their courteousness. The girl's mother cheered her daughter on to befriend them and soon many were clapping for her and with her.

I melted looking at the girl - what honesty and uninhibited happiness expressed to strangers around her. She didn't know if they were sincere when they shook her hand, giggled and patted her head, nor did she stop to wonder if all they thought about was how pitiful she was and how unfortunate it must be for her mother. I don't think she would've stopped if she felt that way either. She just made everything perfectly simple, and not because she was incapable of thinking like we do (what's stupendously great about our logic again?).

No wonder we are to change and become like children.

Hurts and troubles locked deep inside those who are silently waving unseen white flags as we go about our Sunday type chatter. Are we forgiving enough?

My emotions need a better manageress.

You are a great God;
just because, all because.


Walking with you,
in the guided shade and comfort of clouds by day
and in the warmth and protection of fire by nightfall.
Sitting with you,
in the quiet places and peaceful spaces of the heart,
and in the assurance and relief of hearing your voice.
Being with you,
in the strain and pressure of structured days,
and in the violence and disarray of battles within.

I long for You.