He met a girl that wrote obscure words on walls behind paintings in hotel corridors. She wrote in pink felt tip pen and underlined them three times. Beautiful, archaic words. Ophryon. Impecunious. Difficult words that confuse the tongue. Librocubicularist. Euneirophrenia. Childish, silly words. Nelipot. Dibble. He searched for these words, behind drab renditions of pears and oranges, bland portraits of far-off sailboats, inoffensive, nondescript patterns of beige and grays. Behind these, pink words were hidden like gems by a girl he spoke to once. She didn't speak back. She pretended she was deaf.

I watched this movie tonight. It wasn't very good, and it was sad. My favourite part was her pink words behind paintings. The movie never explained why she did that. Do people ever write things in secret and actually not want people (someone, sometime, somewhere) to read them? I wonder.

It has been a while. A few things have happened.

My mum's sister, older than her by one year, passed away on Tuesday. She had a full recovery from a battle with breast cancer a few years ago, and then within one month developed caner in her liver and spine. She died a mere eight days after receiving the news. It was, mercifully, very quick.

We are all grieving the loss of her in our lives - she was our closest family member, and now the five of us (my father, mother, and older brother and sister) are all feeling the importance and value of family.

Along with the grief of my own loss, our collective family's loss, and particularly my mother's loss, I am slowly coming to terms with experiencing the death of a loved one who was not saved by Christ.

Death is real. And it is near. God's grace and mercy is real. And it is here, and it will cover you and hold you. And the latter has and will destroy the former.

My family do not know Jesus Christ as their saviour and king. There is urgency, here. There is such urgency. Please pray for them and for me - that I might be praying every day for their salvation, and not afraid to speak the truth openly and honestly. Also, please pray for Josh and I, that married we might be faithful witnesses to my family.

I pray that soon, I will be able to pray wholeheartedly for Jesus' return, not fearful for the eternal lives of my dear mum and dad, brother and sister.