She Loves God

"She loves God. This girl loves Jesus..."

She hasn't been reading the bible or praying a lot for a while. She is even feeling bad because she thinks her relationship with God won't be as close. Her love for God? Maybe weakened.

One simple statement broke all the lies that have been sitting in her mind, that have been standing in the way. When the other girl looked into her eyes and told her that God had just spoken to her how much the girl she saw loves Jesus, they both cried. One feels the heart of the other. One feels the love of God.

Some see a mess, He sees the heart.

One Reminder

I'M FORGETFUL.

I lost stuffs all the time. On average, I lost my phone 3 times a day. 

Sometimes, I'd put things in a particular place because I think it is the safest place. But then, I'll usually forget about where I put it and I won't be able to find it since it is kept too 'safely'. 

I can't remember faces, I can't remember names. 

Sometimes I doubted if I really care about people. In fact, I think I do, but I simply have a hard time storing and connecting names and faces in my brain. Maybe if I could say a little prayer in my heart for every single person I've met, I'll be able to recall their names the next time I see him/her. 

I forget about little promises I've made. 

This is nothing to be blamed on forgetfulness. Don't say it when you don't mean it. If you mean it, remember it. To God, to people, to myself. A thing gotta be learned, Venora! 

The trick is, to not forget about a thing, I simply have to keep it before my gaze. ALWAYS. 

yes, love. 

Recency

I, recently, have been doing quite a bit of everything:
some reading, some writing, and some music.

Recently, I have been thinking a bit more, and a bit more, and bit by bit, more and more.
About love, about families, about friends, and of course, about myself.

Recently, I have been searching...
through hearts, through tears and laughters.
Searching for a passion, a voice, the first calling, and the first love.
Also, a way.

Recently, I'm listening. Yes, to a lot of music, and to the sounds of soundlessness.
I long to hear, the voice of truth, and see, the outpour of power.

Recently, I have been wondering, what life is all about.
I flipped through a few pages of Ecclesiastes, and found myself dwelling deeper in thoughts.
Light sparkles between the lines, in the word of God.


Right now, I want to pray, and...yea.

Miss you, people.

I wish, I had wings. I wish, I could fly. High up, WAY up, up above the clouds, up above the limits of the sky.
And then I wish, I could sing, up there, through the atmosphere, fill the earth, with the voice of love.
Also I wish, everyone could hear it, especially people whom I love, even people who may not know me.

Because, I want to be with you where you are, right now. You, and you, and you, and you.
My family, my friends, my besties, my companions...

But if, I cannot be at multiple places at the same time, and if, I cannot climb anywhere higher than the top of my bed, please, at least, let me sing, and may that voice rings in your hearts tonight.

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Please pass by me

I tied my shoes, made tight my fists, stretched out my legs, struggled to push myself closer to the finish line.
Full speed, full strength, whole-hearted, devoted, determined... till one point I couldn't move any forward..
Oops, S-t-u-c-k.

I looked around, tried again, harder, with more power...
Still, S-t-u-c-k.

I stood there straight, looked up to the sky, uttered, 'Yo...watssssssup.'
At the back of me someone whispered, 'Yea... stop and stand right there. Now let me do the lead. I'll walk BEFORE you.'




Please pass by me, so that I can follow.

Brook Besor

400 went to fight. 200 stayed in Brook Besor.

I was the later ones. 

400 came back from the battle, 200 had no share in the victory. 

Reasonable enough.

But David said no. 

"The share will be the same for the one who stayed with the supplies as for the one who went into battle.”   (I Samuel 30:24)

Now I don't understand. WHY. 

How could it be.

I took a break, you said it's okay. 

I rested, you fought for me.

I was too tired to go, you went wherever I couldn't go.

I thought you were angry. You smiled and blessed my rest. 

Let me not forget, the victory was a gift. 

Unearned, undeserved. For the 200, and the 400.