Things don't always go our way. It's His plan, after all, not mine. In fact, I think I've been on His intensive boot camp for a few years now. Things happen, things don't happen... I'm somewhat used to it. This time round, I'm praying for a miracle. I'm praying for...everything to be fine in the end. I have to learn to let go. Reasons don't always matter; aftermath does.

And no, I won't run out of bad luck. But I won't run out of strength too.