Month: July 2016

Hello! Welcome to week 7. I want to make a longer list for this post but since this post is way long overdue, i’ll just make it two. So here we go!

I LOVE IT WHEN…

God answers my most random and silliest prayers.
I’ve always known that Jesus is the God of the impossible but I often forget that He is also the God of small things. So I always find it amazing whenever God answers my silliest and even my unuttered prayers and secret desires.
One perfect example of this was when I made a note to myself that I need to buy an external drive for my computer files. A few weeks later, our office issued a 1 tera external drive because our office laptop has very limited storage capacity. I praise God for it because I no longer need to pay for it. Indeed, why pay when you can pray, right?

I get random updates from my old friends
Rekindling and nurturing old friendships is quite a challenge for me nowadays. As much as I want to keep in touch with my old friends, life happens so spending time with them became less and less through the years. Even simple sms and online chat became less frequent that’s why I always try to say hi to them from time to time. But then I realize that it’s me who always try to make the effort to reach out to them so I got tired eventually and just let our friendship remain silent for a while. That’s why I always feel happy whenever I get some opportunity to hear updates from old friends. I also appreciate it whenever I get random sms or chat from them, specially when they are the first one to do so.

The text I received this morning made me realize why this is God’s word for me this morning:

Exodus 33:13-23

¹³ If it is true that you look favorably on me, let me know your ways so I may understand you more fully and continue to enjoy your favor. And remember that this nation is your very own people.”

¹⁴ The Lord replied, “I will personally go with you, Cary, and I will give you rest—everything will be fine for you.”

¹⁵ Then Moses said, “If you don’t personally go with us, don’t make us leave this place. ¹⁶ How will anyone know that you look favorably on me—on me and on your people—if you don’t go with us? For your presence among us sets your people and me apart from all other people on the earth.”

¹⁷ The Lord replied to Moses, “I will indeed do what you have asked, for I look favorably on you, and I know you by name.”

¹⁸ Moses responded, “Then show me your glorious presence.”

¹⁹ The Lord replied, “I will make all my goodness pass before you, and I will call out my name, Yahweh,^[c] before you. For I will show mercy to anyone I choose, and I will show compassion to anyone I choose. ²⁰ But you may not look directly at my face, for no one may see me and live.” ²¹ The Lord continued, “Look, stand near me on this rock. ²² As my glorious presence passes by, I will hide you in the crevice of the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by.²³ Then I will remove my hand and let you see me from behind. But my face will not be seen.”

So okay. It’s time to take a rest from my blogging challenge with my friend, Lynai and proceed with my other blogging commitments.

As of 9:23 am today, the last person I texted according my phone is no other than my mother. Honestly, sharing about my relationship with my mother and my family in general is one of the most uncomfortable and scariest thing for me and I really don’t know why. It’s maybe because it’s the most vulnerable aspect of my life. Though I can say that my family is not the most broken family in the world, I can’t say that it’s the  ideal and perfect family either. We’re not even the sweetest family you’ll ever meet. And to tell you honestly, I’m really not that close to them, in general. But God knows that I love them and I praise God that He’s starting to correct this important area of my life.

So back to my mother, as I’ve said, ours is not the perfect and ideal mother-daughter relationship. Though she’s one of the people whom I’ve known the longest, I know that there are a lot of things that we still don’t know about each other. Like what I’ve said in my previous post, I was raised as a very independent and stubborn child so I grew up living independently from my family. I always knew what I want for my life and because I was so stubborn, I always get what I want from my parents.

Though I know that I’m stubborn, I can say that I’m not the spoiled brat and rebellious kind of a child. I’ve always known that we’re not rich so my parents really need to work hard for them to be able to provide for us. Because I know that truth, I always try not to add to their burden by studying hard and giving them back the honor by excelling in school. And between my two parents, it’s always my mom who I thought was really working harder for us. So seeing them suffering and working hard for us was enough proof for me to know that they love us. Because of that, I didn’t grow up seeking for their attention.

So I’ve learned to enjoy life on my own, of course with the help of my friends at school. Open communication was not also common in our household so telling my mom everything about my experiences in school was not a natural thing for me. That’s actually the reason why whenever I have problems, asking for help from them is not my default reaction. I usually tend to exhaust all the possible solution I can think of first  before telling them. When I’ve tried everything and still my solution won’t work, that’s the only time I’ll go to my family and ask for help. And usually, it’s my mom whom I will call first. So yeah, my parents are always my last resort, but usually have the best solution.

Do I regret having that kind of family background? No, because I’m thankful that my parents have raised me well and trained me to learn how to live my life independently. I’m thankful that they allowed me to explore this world on my own and learn about the consequences of my own choices, and thankful that they are always there to welcome me whenever I made the wrong choices. I’m thankful that they are not overly protective to the point of limiting me from reaching my full potential but always supportive of my endeavor. And it’s funny that it’s only now that I’ve realized this.

I’ll stop here for now for I need to go somewhere. Maybe later I’ll give some concrete examples of my fond memories with my parents especially my mother.

I plead to you, young lady. Let Him. Let Him love you first. Before you start waiting for the right guy, grant the access to your heart first to its Maker, Jesus. And when you give that heart to Him, I won’t promise that it will not be broken. Because it will be. Yet it will […]

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