chariots of fire

For some reason, theres a particular part of missions training that I can remember so vividly. Like every saturday, we showed up at church to pray and then we all got ready for p.t. which seester always forced us to do. She would also check if we memorized our verses, and if we didn’t, she made us memorize them while we ran at 7 in the morning on a saturday. So pretty much every saturday morning was like this:

As much as I hated it, theres only about one verse that I still remember from those days; Phillippians 4:6-9.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

You can say my life has been in a pretty big transition phase. A lot has changed over a short period of time and God’s really been teaching me and calling me back the hard way. And I definitely didn’t think it would be this difficult but this growth is definitely necessary. For the past couple years of my life, I’ve been way too indifferent about spirituality and I could only outrun it for so long. In conclusion, my prayer is that this verse becomes my conviction and that I can really live this out.

On a side note…
… Friday by Rebecca Black is worst song I’ve ever heard in my life.
… Normally I don’t give much thoughts to natural disasters and stuff but man, my heart goes out to Japan.

Till next time!

gizmo

I can remember the first day we got him. As soon as we brought him home our aunt’s worthless dog attacked him and he peed everywhere. Too bad he grew up to easy my aunts dog.

I remember that almost every day of my life for the past 12 years or so, there would be one thing I could depend on, and that was him waiting to greet me at the door and being happy.

I remember the first time his age started to show, he started to become unresponsive to my voice and my mom told me that the vet said he was starting to get cataracts. I thought that it would be okay.

I always remember him being one of the first things to come to mind when I thought of home when I was away. Thinking that he would be there would help whenever I felt homesick.

I remember always talking to him, even though I felt kind of dumb talking to something that probably understood nothing I was saying.

I also remember talking to him for the last time saying that he would be okay, and that hopefully his health would last until the next time I came home. I gave him a hug and left for school.

The next time I came home, I noticed he wasn’t there to greet me. I asked my mom where he was and she just looked at me awkwardly and said the words I didn’t ever want to hear.

I didn’t believe her so I went upstairs to check my room and hope to see his bed with him sleeping in it or something. He wasn’t there.

I remember just wanting to sit there and cry, and all I could do was stand there while my mom hugged me as I choked up.

I remember sitting in my house after that, actually by myself, for the first time in a long time. It was just too quiet.

Things are changing… someone, stop this train.