wake

on the first day, it's pretty odd, like looking in the coffin and expecting my mom to move around, or open her eyes a little bit the same way she does when she wakes up.

and then you wonder if God's gonna do a miracle

and then you wonder if He can. i mean, He's got alot more work to do if he wants to revive her, especially since she's been embalmed already.
but thats creepy man, waking up in a coffin.

i can see how ancestral worship is so easily accepted now, when worshipping, its so easy to make the focus my mom and not God. when i pray, its so easy to want to pray to my mom, especially since i've seen her and she's more real to me.
and then you do things to please her, like clean the house, hoping she'll be smiling from heaven, but who am i really trying to please? it should be the Almighty.

so weird.