It's raining outside, I'm sick, unemployed, alone, fat, with the monthly circle hormones kicking inside, husband is away for a funeral back home, don't feel like eating, don't feel like editing Miri-trip's pic, and short breathed. Like I wrote earlier,
Some things are beyond planning.
And life doesn't always turn out as planned.
Sometimes, Allah breaks our spirit to save our soul.
Sometimes, He breaks our heart to make us whole.
Sometimes, He allows pain so we can be stronger.
Sometimes, Allah sends us failure so we can be humble.
Sometimes, He allows illness so we can take better care of ourselves.
And sometimes, Allah takes everything away from us so we can learn the value of everything He gave us.
Make plans, but understand that we live by Allah's grace.
And like Marliza wrote in her previous entry,
Thou shall count thy blessings,
never overlooking the small ones,
for a lot of small blessings add up to a big one.
I really don't want to be so weak. Not now.