Just reminded of the lyrics of this song in Les Miserables:
Tomorrow we'll discover
What our God in heaven has in store!
One more dawn,
One more day,
One day more!
Praying for a country for which I have abandoned my rights to vote this year. Honestly speaking - I regret of not being prepared earlier.
May this passion for righteous ruling across the land be transformed into a greater passion for You. May the Christians who poured out their desires in electing the governing authorities for this land, show forth greater desires for You as the ultimate source of authority in their lives.
May the government of Your own will be elected, that Your glory be shown in this land. May we learn to respect and submit to You through the authority You vested in those who rule. May we have peace in our hearts through this time of flux and unrest. May we rest assured knowing all things work for the good of those who love You.
Dear God, I am thankful that all is in Your good hands. And my dear homeland, I am sorry that I am not registered and not home to see God's plan come to fruition, to be part of that plan. My vote is not home this year. But my heart and my prayers will be.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Rational Girls
Yes, what an oxymoron right.
But I always think that the only time a girl appreciates rational advice is when she asks for it. (Or when it is subtly given loaded with outwardly/emotionally expressed sympathy and concern, probably in a way only another girl or woman can give.)
As for the self-proclaimed rational girls, they are still girls the same. They do not rationalize objectively based on cold hard facts. They do not like facts to be cold and hard. They persuade themselves to overcome emotions with other kinds of emotions that are to them, superior in value or worth than the ones they are feeling. Then they make these silent decisions with themselves when they are alone and are safe and free to be themselves.
I don't think a girl can just detach herself from something, apart from receiving another emotional replacement. Some girls do it more easily because they are able to seek out these replacements for themselves and weigh its worth, therefore make the sacrifice.
Sacrifice. I never wanted to use this word for its inappropriateness. Yet that is what the irrational part of me think it is.
But I always think that the only time a girl appreciates rational advice is when she asks for it. (Or when it is subtly given loaded with outwardly/emotionally expressed sympathy and concern, probably in a way only another girl or woman can give.)
As for the self-proclaimed rational girls, they are still girls the same. They do not rationalize objectively based on cold hard facts. They do not like facts to be cold and hard. They persuade themselves to overcome emotions with other kinds of emotions that are to them, superior in value or worth than the ones they are feeling. Then they make these silent decisions with themselves when they are alone and are safe and free to be themselves.
I don't think a girl can just detach herself from something, apart from receiving another emotional replacement. Some girls do it more easily because they are able to seek out these replacements for themselves and weigh its worth, therefore make the sacrifice.
Sacrifice. I never wanted to use this word for its inappropriateness. Yet that is what the irrational part of me think it is.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Uphill Stride
I need to walk close to You to tide through this challenging time.
The challenge of learning to bear each other's burdens.
The challenge of not just loving but caring.
The challenge of not putting myself first.
The challenge of faith in letting go of something good to expect something better.
The challenge of doing things alone.
The challenge of saying goodbye.
The challenge of patriotism from an unregistered voter.
Such a difficult time. But it's exciting. Because it means I can lean on nothing, nothing else but You.
And it means I taste how much of 'everything' You are to me.
The challenge of learning to bear each other's burdens.
The challenge of not just loving but caring.
The challenge of not putting myself first.
The challenge of faith in letting go of something good to expect something better.
The challenge of doing things alone.
The challenge of saying goodbye.
The challenge of patriotism from an unregistered voter.
Such a difficult time. But it's exciting. Because it means I can lean on nothing, nothing else but You.
And it means I taste how much of 'everything' You are to me.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
And with them He dined
I wonder how Jesus must have felt living and dining with sinners.
The tax collectors who made the poor poorer. The prostitutes (and men who made use of them) who viewed sex as something that could be bought and sold. The Pharisees who looked down on everyone else. The normal people like us, who looked average on the surface but with hearts that burned with hatred, deceit, discontent, lawlessness, disregard for parents, disregard for God.
How He felt when He cried that He longed to gather Jerusalem under His wings, but they would not let Him.
For He came to love them and die for their sins. And to look at them live in their sins, refusing to turn away. To know that some of them are so deeply loved, yet chose to reject that love. To see them love instead that sin that He paid the price for with His own blood.
It must be way way more than the hurt I felt today. The hurt of seeing and knowing how much people need you yet glory in their sin. The hurt of loving them, and loving Your laws, and yet not judging them. The hurt of not being able to do anything to help. To see the lost who know not they are lost.
When the hands are itching for action, the mouth knows not what to say. And the heart calls out: you know what to do. Trust. And pray. Love. And pray.
Pray because that's the only thing I can do. Pray because that's the best thing I can do. To pray means to trust in faith. And doesn't the Bible say that the just will live by that daily manna called faith?
Dear God I trust that you love them more than I do, and I know You are mightier than I could ever ever imagine. I trust in Your love and goodness. Thank you for You.
The tax collectors who made the poor poorer. The prostitutes (and men who made use of them) who viewed sex as something that could be bought and sold. The Pharisees who looked down on everyone else. The normal people like us, who looked average on the surface but with hearts that burned with hatred, deceit, discontent, lawlessness, disregard for parents, disregard for God.
How He felt when He cried that He longed to gather Jerusalem under His wings, but they would not let Him.
For He came to love them and die for their sins. And to look at them live in their sins, refusing to turn away. To know that some of them are so deeply loved, yet chose to reject that love. To see them love instead that sin that He paid the price for with His own blood.
It must be way way more than the hurt I felt today. The hurt of seeing and knowing how much people need you yet glory in their sin. The hurt of loving them, and loving Your laws, and yet not judging them. The hurt of not being able to do anything to help. To see the lost who know not they are lost.
When the hands are itching for action, the mouth knows not what to say. And the heart calls out: you know what to do. Trust. And pray. Love. And pray.
Pray because that's the only thing I can do. Pray because that's the best thing I can do. To pray means to trust in faith. And doesn't the Bible say that the just will live by that daily manna called faith?
Dear God I trust that you love them more than I do, and I know You are mightier than I could ever ever imagine. I trust in Your love and goodness. Thank you for You.
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