i jus came back frm 'Family Nitez' meeting.[To noe more abt family nitez,feel free to come and approach mi :)] Sis Geraldine(sorri if i spell wrongly,im nt good wif spelling...haha), share a veri meaningful poem wif us. Itz call the Instruments of God.

Instruments of God

A small wooden flute,
an empty, hollow reed,
rest in her silent hand.

It waits the breath
of one who creates song
through its open form.

My often-empty life
rests in the hand of God;
like the hollowed flute,
it yearns for the melody
which only Breath can give.

The small wooden flute and I,
we need the one who breathes,
we await one who makes melody.

And the one whose touch creates,
awaits our empty, ordinary forms,
so that the song-starved world
may be fed with golden melodies.

I find that all the things that are mention in tis poem,is quite true in our life. Every morning when we wake up,itz a gift and a melody to use because we have the give of life. Hope that "people" will read this reflect on this and think of what GOD has given them.

I pray that GOD wil give strength to everybody who needs it and help those who are having their exams now.

3 more papers to go!! Woohoo!!