should i stumble again, still i'm caught in Your grace

These days have been so eventful. I've been out every single day since the start of holidays. Since young, there's been's a patch of grass near my place I see everytime I go out.

There are 2 ways you can get to the overhead bridge. One, cut accross the grass (the shorter way). Two, walk on the pavement. I've always taken the former regardless of whether I'm late or not. Recently, I've been doing otherwise.

Prior to this, the grass route was arid, so many people walked on it. (Actually it works both ways, like a vicious cycle of apathy.) However, I noticed new grass growing on the route lately, and I couldnt permit myself to step on the new-grown grass, even if I had been late for an appointment.

But there is logic to this madness. The thesis is Hope. Few can tolerate tainted hope. But when there is no hope in the grass route, nobody bothers. The turning point occurs when new grass grows, like how God gives us a New Life.

There, my 2cents worth staring at a patch of grass while waiting for the bus.