this morning. i woke up at around 6:56am. yes 6:56.. the exact time.. it was dark and gloomy. it has been raining all night here in kenya. until now as i wrote this entry, it has been raining outside this coffee shop called java house.. where im sipping my cup of their house coffee... as always, my favorite.

i woke up late. i promised God ill be awake by 6am.. and its im late.. i promised God ill talk to him at 6.. and im late. i promised ill pray. and im late.

so i did not bother to sleep anymore.. feeling guilty of what i have done. i'm sorry, jesus.. i guess i could not really wake up that morning.. yes, i slept late.. im sorry again.

as i do my daily morning prayers.. i got to my journal.. im practicing journal writing now every morning to begin my day and every night to end it... i felt like a little girl talking and writing to God without anything in mind... i feel like a child just asking him anything... without any sense.. i kept asking him a lot of questions like a little girl would ask.. about life. about anything..

and i did smile.. for i think God wants us to act that way.. His child.. His daughter.. God wants to be called Our Father.. God wants us to ask anything about life like a little child would.. wondering about the world.. wondering how this became that.. God wants us to be His children...

and as i continue to write.. and to pray... God continues to smile... like a Father who holds His child in His arms...

and God, i promised never to be late again... whew.. this is a big promise... okay, wake me up, Dad..... i love you.