Hallelujah. May God give us hopes that never fade away.

Three words, one meaning. Faith inherits, travels, plants. If we’ve known faith and lacked it, then it is surely strange. See faith is something so elemental in its foundation and monumental in its ancestory, that we never fall faithless, ever, we just try too hard to run away from it.

Cup your hands together and fill it with water. Then have someone collect the water that trickles down from by another pair of hands cuped together. Those hands are faith, and you are the water and so the story is so on.

Babies are born full with playfulness and vigor, unknown to the challenges of the world. Nothing’s ever serious to them. Then reality of the world seeps in and the childhood is taken away. Our youth constantly trickles down upon your heads, baptizes our bodies and leaves us trickles of our feet. How do you know you are contantly taking bath in God’s mercy? Circulation system.

You know, as you grow up, the best that you can be deprived of is your child, because the teenager in you, never gives up on you. Gracious. God bless.