The Sun of My Day

I woke up to a gloomy morning which looked more like night than day--- the sun setting than rising. This makes getting up- out of bed even more difficult than it already is.The glue on my body to the warmth and coziness of my blanket and pillows seem to have tripled its stickiness.

But then, when you manage to sit up on a day like this, open your Bible, seek His voice, and cry out to Him, the gloom of the morning disappears in His presence. Hope rises and the heavy feeling sets back.

The Son is the sun that lights up your face. The glue dries up and rays of sun seem to go with you wherever you go and in everything that you do.

There is no gloomy day to a heart, soul and mind that God's face has shone on.

Home again

I am a talkative person in my blog entries. I have tendencies to make a novel out of the pettiest events and details in my life. However, my last attempt for a blog entry was during the 1^st week of October. I was not surprised to see that the only word in the document was a title. It was a wordless, plain, blank page.

Things that usually keep me from writing are the busy school life, my inability to put into words the complexity of my thoughts, feelings and situation and my own will not to do so.

 This is the pain in every writer’s heart. To be unable to do what my heart and hand ached to do. To experience grief and regret over days I was not able to take account of. And to realize that my craft along with my blog is starting to rust.

 But joy lies at the realization of what the silence online has brought me: A writer who has learned more to speak to others what was always unspoken. A writer who has realized how things are not always written because they are understood and analyzed.A writer who was equipped with the desire to restore the “write” commitment. A writer who rejoices for the triumph of a blog attempt. And a writer who celebrates for being home again.

The Grateful Pair

The eyes that see the ocean of wrongs

The vast sky of sorrows

The radiant sun of rage

The entire land of barrenness

Are but the impaired ones

 

That, which see that wrongs are but islets

Sorrows but few birds in mid-air

Rage but a ray

Barrenness but a yard

Are but the grateful pair

***Busy daysssssssss make me this speechLESS. Haha :)

Picture… Perfect

 I should be writing about Psalmie---  my netbook buddy.

The explanation of its name, the apology I want to render it and the gratefulness I have for it--- were all but eclipsed by something that demands my attention at the moment.

I was surprised at how my unconscious actions betrayed concealment. Above is a picture… perfect to paint the nature of my present world.

 

Epiphany:

I am straying from my Main Topic.

Reason is slowly losing its hold on me, I am drawn to the currents of an unruly heart.

 

An object to pin my sight and hopes on, dims the sole Apple of my eyes.

So easily, unthinkingly, and hurriedly we equate happiness with fleeting things…

 

Why such, waits to leave and pain us still.

Amazing! ♥

It’s amazing how I’m starting to redeem industry and love for the things that I do.

It’s amazing how people manage to work and concentrate under pressure.

It’s amazing how cramming (though negative) can be optimized to bring out the creative juices within us!

It’s amazing how my classmates manage to “chillax” and have fun despite the overwhelming requirements.

It’s amazing how my always-freaking-out heart and mind learns how to calm down.

It’s amazing how contagious the joy of my friends are, that I’m starting to think that I already am a melancholic-turned-sanguine!

 

It’s amazing when He lets you see how He orchestrates the events of your life.

It’s amazing when He lets you witness the changes He is working in you!

It’s amazing when all the things you worried about and feared of a day before or hours earlier were trashed at the relief of how wonderfully the day ended!

It’s amazing when you ponder that everything you have done, said or thought today, He has favoured and blessed!

 

It’s amazing that the Lord comforts us with concrete expression of His love and power through the simplest ways!

And it’s amazing that I’m learning how to find time to do the thing that recharges me inspires me and keeps me---writing.

 

My ever-favorite from Caedmon’s Hymn:Truly, He… established the beginning of every wonder! Amazing! ♥

 

Married @ 18

On my "netbook clock" it's 4 minutes before my 18th birthday officially ends.

I'm too excited to blog for the first time using this netbook to keep this until tomorrow but at the same time I'm really too sleepy to make a long narrative.

In brevity, the way I've spend my 18th birthday is a special usual day. I did the usual thing- go to church and see people like it's an ordinary Sunday. Nothing so extraordinary since I even didn't have  a "blowout". 

Who made this day very special are the people who gave me their warmest greetings and made their own little way of making me feel like a princess.

But one thing that I can't get off my mind is the weird thing I should have considered unusual using my 16 year old, old self perspective- I'm not married @ 18.

I'm not sure if I delivered that one clear. Marrying when I turn 18 was my plan when I was 16! Haha. Laugh all you can 'cause I already had my share of laughter at the thought of my past!

I'm just too blessed that God had never let go of me especially during that stray, crazy days of mine. The Lord's steadfast love has carried me through every new year of my life. And from my turning point at age 16 up til now that I'm 18, He has planted in my heart His dreams for me that are far greater and grander than the unthinking illusion of being married at 18.:)