Time alone, sitting by myself in an empty room where I'm free to do whatever I want without the fear of others' judgementalism or curious glances, where I'm allowed to do whatever I wish to do simply because I feel like doing it. And times when I can pour out all my thoughts to Jesus God and thereafter feel comforted for I know He still cares for me, and He has my future in his hands. Times during study prep where I put everything I'm doing down, plug in and listen to Bethel Live music, and close my eyes with noise reducing earphones, so much so I'm literally deaf and blind to everything except God. Being left alone in silence with nothing else to stop me from freely conversing with Jesus, and to hear those sweet intermittent whispers that drift past my ear as His comforting replies. To smile, because I mean it, to imagine and to remember, Lying down on the bench that used to be outside the dining hall last year, facing the sky with nothing else to see but the stars in a sable black blanket of sky as the chilly crisp night breeze rushed by and leaves rustled like the faint tinkling of windchimes - those times were infinitely beautiful, almost as if it were a taste of heaven, really.
I wish everything could be perfect and as picturesque as the past but i guess for now that's not happening.
But everything will be perfect in time, I've just gotta keep clinging on to that hope.
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