lavish love

Diana, (her sister's) Diseri, Estella and Giselle.

Estella is thankful

That the week is nearly over.
That we finished the project a day before the deadline.
For friends who keep her sane, and put up with her anal moodswings.
For sheep who inspire her with their simple-minded faith.
For Your little provisions to tide over the crankiness, exactly when I need them.
For seats on the train, exactly when I need them to snooze before I hit the classroom.
For You, who loves me like no other.

I realise, I treasure the time I spend alone quite abit.
I realise when people change, I cant help but get disappointed.
I realise, that promises are overused and love, overrated.
I realise, that its hard to treasure until the thought of losing that something comes to mind.
I realise, making sacrifices isnt (supposed to be) dependent on whether people will appreciate them.

Ive resolved to do some things which arent easy for me at all, or maybe you could say theyre in direct conflict with what I'd prefer, but I know its not about my comfort, its about the bigger picture.

In moments when I feel teeny/insignificant, I know that it doesnt really matter cuz there's a great God who loves every fibre of my being. I dont think I can ever understand it, or stop being amazed by it, but one thing I know is that I'm infinitely thankful for it.

(: