Shawnald the Prophecy

Last night, I was tabulating my list of songs to download and I remembered the song Pieces Don't Fit Anymore by James Morrison. That song used to run in DiD's Cafe, from when you were there way before I was till the time we got to know each other a lot better.

And hearing the song and looking back, I recall how Shawnald used to sing that exaggeratedly in my frowning face, with eyes holding the meaning of the lyrics of song, trying to convey a message for my stubborn heart. That boy sure is intuitive.

Thankful for his 'prophet', or so he calls his 'prophecy'.

Thankful for God hinting through him.