THROUGH THEIR EYES, I CAN SEE

These are some of our Sunday School children

There are times when I can't help but be blessed with the faith that these kids carry.  

Being a part of their lives is such a calling I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. 

True enough, I may only see them on Sundays but they give me strength and joy to carry on through the entire week.  

Oh how I love them. 

"See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven." -- Matthew 18:10

Remember self: Always carry your childlike faith.

REALITY INSIDE A COFFEE SHOP

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I was just talking about cosmic significance and Autumn seconds ago when I opened my Tumblr and saw this in the front-liner:

You know what I mean? 

SO 9-11

I have become tolerant all through these years. And on my last month of being a teenager, I can say that I still have yet to learn a lot from my mistakes:

Mistakes that I've committed and admitted.

Mistakes I've committed and not admitted.

Mistakes I've not committed but (sadly) I just admitted.

ALIGN MY SPINE

My current state of affairs tells me to get a life.

Or may I say, a good one.

I’ve been down and out for the past few days and for the record, I’ve been dealing with the same root cause for nearly two years now. My mischief has taken its toll on the strongest (in my opinion) parts of my system, finally leaving me walking in misery with broken limbs.

And I am down on my knees now, literally praying for another chance to get back up and start anew. Tell me, how many wrongs do I have to commit before I could make it right?

C’mon, Deniece, this is the second time that you’re being reprimanded of your waywardness. I mean, aren’t you tired of wrestling with God? How deep would you like to be in the mud? Or have you chosen to stay there for good? How many times will you break the hearts of the people around you (especially your mom and dad)? What are you doing with your life?

Look at what your favourite sin (which I've chosen not to declare here) had caused you—broken trust, heavier yoke, worn-out spirit.

Shame on me.

Dad is right: “It’s hard to kick against the pricks.” And it’s even harder to be in a fight where at the starting point you already know that you’ll never win—just because it’s a match between you and The One who created you. See how foolish?

I need help. I need a lot of prayers. I need to get back to where I was two years ago. I need a new slate.

I believe it’s not yet late. I believe I can still get up. I believe that help is on the way. And I believe that everything will start with God working within me.

Under the currency of your grace, Lord, please align my spine.

YOU’RE THE BOSS, APPLESAUCE

(late post; written last 16 June 2010)

What comes to your mind every time you hear the word Senior? If I were to be asked, I could definitely say that as you reach that level in your academic year, you feel a lot more confident than ever. Like there’s this automatic mechanism in your body that makes you swagger down the corridor and say hi and smile to a lot of people you know of for the past three years (or even those you barely even know of). It’s as if you know the ins and outs of the university. You become more gutsy and nervous-free, to say--when it comes to meeting new teachers most especially when you find out that you’ll be under the same professor for most of your subjects which has been your same prof last year. Hee. Less fingers are now crossed, praying that you won’t meet a terror one. You’re familiar with most of the things around you, if not all.

That’s how it is--the stereotypical notion of a boss is now in your system. But oh, don’t you ever abuse that god-given right. K? K.