Deine Wege, Herr, tu mir kund, deine Pfade lehre mich! -Psalm 25,4

"Selidiki aku.. lihat hatiku.. Apakahku sungguh mengasihiMu Yesus Kau yang Maha tahu dan menilai hidupku Tak ada yang tersembunyi bagiMu ~Ku berjuang sampai akhirnya Kau dapat lihat ku tetap setia..."             U siaku 20 tahun, aku punya Bapak yang tulus ikhlas dan Ibu yang penuh kasih Tuhan. Aku hidup bergandengan dengan tiga orang adikku yang luar biasa diberkati.            Usiaku 20 tahun, aku diberi kepercayaan utk berpetualang di padang rumput yang bahkan liar dikata orang. Tak ada bekal berarti yang ku jinjing selain doa dan semangat menumbuk padi yang bersedia merunduk. Kadang kala aku terjatuh ke jebakan tengah hutan rimba yang penuh daun busuk dan ranting-ranting yang lapuk redam. Aku masuk ke dalam hingga jauh meninggalkan tanah permukaan. Aku naik lagi dengan tambang sukacita dan harapan tidak ada lagi teriak penghakiman.            Usiaku 20 tahun, aku diberi...

          For some hours later I have no idea to do something. In a moment I saw some old pictures. Those pictures are so cute and I saw they are telling many things and speaking to me. They ask me to roll my memory and play them merrily. I don’t reject it anyway, I let it happend. That’s way I start writting. Writting everything I’d like to say. Everything I would like to type. then listen to this song “Remember all the things we wanted Now all our memories, they’re haunted We were always meant to say goodbye Even without fists held high, yeah Never would have worked out right, yeah We were never meant for do or die”           These ants accompany me too and so do you. You are reading these. So I know you imagine me or this writting. Who? Yes. You. You, who read word by word those I have written. Although I can’t see your face, you see my face rite now. Me, exist in your mind ...