The days had passed in a blur and it was already the month of the wheat harvest. In a year we have two seasons for harvest. The first one was the harvest during the middle of the year. And the second and busiest one took on the end of the summer during the last part of the year. To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted…’ That was what the priest preached last Sunday. I almost fell asleep during his preach. Well, honestly, I always felt sleepy during Sabbath Day. The fire in the forest was also preached during that time. I couldn’t help but stiffen and bow my head because I was so guilty.
Huling Na-update : 2020-09-20 Magbasa pa