I am not a morning person... PERIOD.

I hate it when mornings creep on you. It seemed only 5 minutes ago that you've fallen asleep then you hear your alarm ring... AYAM!!! Not on a freaking wednesday dammit!!!

Anyways, went to visit my Pastor at the hospital, the wife just gave birth to a adorable baby girl. So fragile, so defenseless, but in 10 years time, she will be a talking walking person like what you and i were. She was barely a foot-long and was so puny. Hard to imagine that i was once that size...

Some times we forget the miracle called 'ourselves'. I am constantly reminded that I am who I am because of the experiences of my past. That i was once defenseless, innocent, pure... That I was formed in my mother's womb, not in full form of the 5 foot 8 inch frame that i now call my body... Sometimes, we only think of ourselves as adults and that we are able to acheive everything. We often operate without understanding that our mere existence is a miracle in itself. Sometimes we ask God for a miracle in our lives and yet we forget that our lives are the walking and talking miracle.

think about it...