..my battle stance..

Habakkuk 3: 8  Was it in anger, Lord , that you struck the rivers      and parted the sea? Were you displeased with them?      No, you were sending your chariots of salvation! 9  You brandished your bow      and your quiver of arrows.      You split open the earth with flowing rivers. 10  The mountains watched and trembled.      Onward swept the raging waters. The mighty deep cried out,      lifting its hands to the Lord . 11  The sun and moon stood still in the sky      as your brilliant arrows flew      and your glittering spear flashed. Oh I am in love with this worship song every time I read it. We often quote verses 17-19, which I believe inspire the Desert Song. But the earlier verses are also very, very, powerful. Before the prophet was his fallen nation. There was no economy recovery to look forward to, no stimulus package.  Rich traders and Economists were dead. And those prosperity prophets? They had all perished. His theology was tested to the core.

Tanah Airku.. tidak kulupakan. After some years of declaring my love for my country over facebook & twitter, I decide to stay quiet on the 17th. At some points you just feel that it means so much more than some writings on the wall. Or some anniversary routine. been almost a month here. in jakarta. so much going on. life has somewhat picked up here. and i have picked up journal-ing again. which feels great. nothing beats the feeling of actually writing with pen on a physical paper. typing and laptop, at some points.. just don't cut it. maybe the writer in us, the creativity in us.. somewhat is lost amidst the boring sound of typing, the convenience of backspace / undo button, you know.. learned this when I was reading 'Steal like an Artist', a good book. A part of me that has been half dead for so many years.. Is now half awake.