That’s how high the flood in some areas in the city due to tropical storm Maring (international name – Trami). Classes were suspended but since it’s not signal number 3, the working masses still need to go to their respective offices – if we can.
I can’t. The garage is flooded. Outside it’s flooded.
I can’t float in the flood. I can’t swim through the flood. I can’t fly over the flood.
I can only work at home.
Bittersweet. Not because I am working at home – I am used to it, working — beyond my working hours.
Bittersweet. Us, here, experiencing several storms in a year – the one before this, Labuyo (Utor), visited us just last week. I won’t talk about bitterness — just bittersweet. Because these storms oftentimes bring out the best in us.
We continuously learn how to rebuild.
Bittersweet — I remember I have this book title by Shauna Niequist . And the first thing that I read was ‘on crying in the bathroom’ because I did cried in the bathroom. Not once, nor twice. Too many times – because it’s less messy to cry in the bathroom!
I can relate in most of the entries, not only because I too had a miscarriage, but because I know how bittersweet taste — and I know you do too.
So many bittersweet thoughts for the day and one of them is — my blog friends. I haven’t been a good friend for a long time. I was not able to visit them as much and when I did, some are no longer writing actively as well.
I know. I know. Our priorities do change as the need arises. We sometimes need to give up something in order to focus on to another thing. Bittersweet.
And like Shauna I also ask for help — to the One who truly knows my heart.
Yes, I would like to believe that too even though the storm outside is not leaving today.
Even though there is a storm inside.
‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” – Revelation 21:4