Burying myself so comfortably in my bed especially during this winter season, I wonder how many people out there shivering, without a proper shelter.

Complaining I'm too full to go to bed, I wonder how many are going to bed starving.

Dragging myself to hospital each morning, I wonder how many die from inaccessibility to hospitals or any form of health care.

There are people crying.
People living having no clue of their life purposes.
People living not knowing how much they are loved.

Today I sang:
'I would go, to the ends of the earth, for You...'

Do I know what I'm singing. Do I know what it takes.


''..as sorrowful yet always rejoicing, as poor yet making many rich, as having nothing yet possessing all things.'' [2 Corinthians 6:19]