Grasp. Hold on. Keep holding on.

Just had my last two tough weeks. And yet finals was not yet there. It is indeed hard; and this is my hardest semester ever. (Summer please come soon.) God was teaching me that same message for a week already.
Thank Him when you're blessed. Thank Him when you're not...?


I have done my best; and yet the best is not still there. The prize is miles far away from me. Where are your promises to me, my Lord? If you are with me, why is this happening? Those type of thoughts were on my mind. With those circumstances bugging around, it feels like I'm terribly wounded.

If there is one thing that I learned, it is something about my supposed-to-be response in times this. This experience is hard; but responding to this hard experience is harder.


I will worship Him even if I am hurt and wounded. God is still God, and my sufferings will not make him less of being a God. How will someone honor God when she feels weak inside? Looks like a paradox, right? Yet in times like this, He reveals more of His power, and apart from God, we are weak. See more of Him, and not on the circumstances.


Even if you are hurt and wounded, I am still with you, mighty warrior. Despite of my doubts, God said those words to me. He is still the Lover of my soul, and my doubts will not make Him love me less. He is a God and a Lover at the same time. He calls me mighty because I am with Him. :)
At the end of the day, this is not about the promise being granted, it is about the Giver of that promise. This is all about God.

Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.

-Psalm 71:20-21 (NIV) 

 

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Since you are precious and honored in my sight, and because I love you, I will give people in exchange for you, nations in exchange for your life.

I just want you to know that those very words came from God (Isaiah 43:4). Believe it or not, there are cheesy lines in the Scriptures. This is one of them, and one of my favorite verses in the Bible.

My God is not a stoic God. In fact, He is a lovesick Father, who has been reaching out for all people in the world and rejoices every time there is someone who comes to back to Him. I know He smiles at me now (and even to the person who reads this). ;)

So whether you are single, in a relationship, engaged, married or "it's complicated", I just want you to know that...

you
are
loved. :)

You are precious and honored in God's sight, even if you there are times you can't feel it to yourself. He loves you so much, that He even gave the life of His Son for you to be drawn back to Him. A different yet real love.

In this season of love, let us first take a look at a great love that exists since the beginning of everything...

Happy hearts day people. >:D<

breaking the silence

I am simply amazed on
...Your immeasurable power as I witness the way You change the lives of different people.

...Your unfailing and unconditional love that reaches and changes the most unreachable heart.

...Your complex thoughts as I understand the way every detail of life goes in a proper process.

And here I am. Speechless.

Standing in awe as a witness to everything You've done.
And as a proof of Your power and love.

I long to know You more...
And to live for You for the rest of my life.

:)

Because I miss blogging...

I am posting again some random thoughts, because I still believe that the greatest things are sometimes occuring randomly. Heehee. Right now I am thinking of the things that are supposed to be posted here, but because of my super busyness, I was not able to post before.
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Heto nnnaaaaaa.
Here are the random things from a random blog of a random mind.

7 Days of Prayer and Fasting. I started the year consecrating myself for God. Surprisingly, I was able to do this one; but the more surprising thing is that God answered one of my prayers even before it ends. :D

Books to read. Right now, I have 4 on the list; but again, because of my super busyness, ... (complete the most probable phrase for this sentence. :p). I'd rather read my textbooks. Ouch.

Birthday on Friday. This Friday will be my 19th birthday. My last year as a teen.

Plans. I am excited for my summer since this will be my first summer in my undergrad life that I will not be taking any summer classes. I'll make myself busy with DOST's Summer Practical Training Program (SPTP) and Training for Victory (T4V).

Stories in my mind. Because my imagination goes somewhere, there are now three of them; but I cannot express them through words.

My random thoughts ended up being random, somehow going to different directions. Haha.
I still need to sleep, or else I'll get sleepy again in my Animal Physio class tomorrow. T.T
Good morning.

Realizations

1. I see myself in the future preferably facing papers and writing than facing the camera.
2. Be careful in what you wish for, because life is full of surprises. Indeed.
3. You'll worry more of time as you get old, not because your day counts, but because your things to do adds up until you cannot count them at all.
4. Next week is a sooo busy week.
5. Mature people can act immaturely when they become driven by emotions.
6. I need to add my list of 25 things to experience before I die (because I have not reached 25 yet).
7. Any food will smell good if you are deprived of food for 7 days.
8. I can survive 7 days of prayer and fasting.
9. I'm turning 19 soon.
10. That awkward moment when your supposed to be embarrassing moment did not happen, and you told a lot of people that it will be embarrassing.

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435. Make a list of twenty-five things you want to experience before you die. Carry it in your wallet and refer to it often.
-H. Jackson Brown, Jr. (Life's Little instruction Book)
*I'm gonna make one soon. ;)

just to share you a poem... :)

Tonight I Can Write...
Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is shattered

and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, and sometimes she loved me too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, for certain, but now I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.

Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long. [emphasis added]

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last lines that I write for her.

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I first encountered this poem as a reading in our HumI class. What was posted above is a translated version of a poem written originally in Spanish. This poem sounds a bit emo-ish to others; but for me, this is one of the most wonderful sad poems I have ever read. It is beautifully written, although it expresses a sad emotion of heartbreak. And those italicized words make up my favorite line. A perfect metaphor, indeed. I cannot understand Spanish, and just imagine how much more beautiful the original piece of this poem is (You can Google the Spanish version of the poem, btw. ;D).