James 1:12
12 Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.
God I will finish this race for you. All for you.
YOUR LOVE MAKES IT WORTH IT ALL.
Ride a jeepney
Thoughts
Traveling this so called life is never easy. Especially when you have spectators around. They are actually of three kinds. One, are those who are inspired by you. Second, are those who endlessly criticize you. Third, are those who doesn’t care about you.
I thank God for the three.
You might, of course, wonder why.
Well the first motivates me to go on, the second one challenges me to show them “I can” with my Great God and the third gives me hope that their are those who still hunger and thirst for Christ—a chance for me to share His.
2 Corinthians 4:8-9
8 We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed;perplexed, but not driven to despair; 9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;
Being a Christian doesn’t mean you are perfect. Striving to be—that is. Its a way of living that through the roller coaster ride full of laughter, insults, tears, compliments etc. etc. you put your FAITH FIRM AND UNSHAKEN.
Even when I fall over and over again, You whisper, “You’re still Mine.”
I am this old piece of cloth.
Used, worn out, messed up
but still…
ready to be used…
ready to be in pain again…
My Artist created me uniquely, way different from others. A lot of people may not understand my beauty. A lot may think “too daring”, “too dirty”, “too old”..
That’s why its an art.
Therefore I do not need to please anyone because I am certain that I have my Artist who sees my real beauty— my purpose.
Psalm 139:14
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.
—Romans 10:11
With a thirst so sharp it hurts,
she leaves his stage,
she turns the page.
One song from you could calm the riot in me.
“Love can come when you’re already who you are, when you’re filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.”—Deb Caletti
Do you know what I crave about you?
Everything.
I want to be consumed by your trace.
I want to breathe you in every morning and every night.
I want the air in your lungs to capture my being and cradle me
whether I feel lost or not.
I crave your taste.
I hunger for you and for you alone.
I love you sweet, I love you saline, I love you desiccated, I love you saturated.
I want every fragment of you.
virtuous and debauched.
You don’t have to believe me. You don’t have to understand what’s happening inside my DISORGANIZED brain. You don’t have to run to embrace me nor watch me groan with the pain you left. No, you don’t have to comfort me with you sweet spoken lies that brought me here.
You don’t have to
but…
I beg heavens you see a little bit of my misery…
Just a slight glimpse of my solitude…
the coldness of my stare
the savorless of my day
the senseless of my life
Maybe, just maybe you’d see how much you mean to me.
You should hear me scream your name in the dark lonely night.
It’s a four letter word and I feel like screaming it.
