Life is full of regrets and resentment, it is not always perfect as much as we wanted. Looking back I see things that I have done wrong, I might not want to do anything about it yet. However, there is one thing that I am still very content is to love the man that would never let me go. I see him became stronger everyday, stepping up the role to be a better husband and the pillar of this household. I’m thankful that he is who he is, and only gets better of his own version in Christ.

As we are moving forward, the next chapter of being a adult. We have to decide the location, budget, and preference for our new home. I honestly don’t have patience with this, I just want it to be done with as soon as possible. The strength of our relationship comes from our differences, hubby is the patience, rational, and logical one. No one would like to rush into a decision in buying a house, and we are talking about half a million home.

I’m still learning to be quiet before God. It has been difficult to listen to his voice. The bible hasn’t been opened for a long time. I’m so neglect to reach to that bookshelf. My heart has been cold for him. I want to pursue him again, but I found myself lacking motivation. I hate the word “passion” because it reminds me to something in the past. Still, I must admit I lost the passion for God. I don’t know what to do…