VOCABULARY - as according to Eugene Wok and Rachel Morais (ding!)
These are some words that kept me laughing when I first read and heared them
Looks like Mr. Brown has to squeeze in two more people for his language class ;-)
Four things you can do today:
Thank God for the day and rejoice in the gift of today. Jump up and down, twist and shout! :-)
Hug 3 people and tell them how much you love and appreciate them. Most importantly, keep on smiling! :-)
Enjoy a triple scoop ice-cream sundae. YYYUUUUMMMYYYYY!!!!
"The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature..." - Anne Frank
Whats the point of being a hopeless romantic?
That whole lot is just rubbish!
I was a hopeless romantic and see what it has lead me to.
So-called dreams. My desire for something is in conflict with what the Lord wants from me.
My so-called "love poems" are just there to potray my utter selfishness. Listening to Taylor Swift also distorted my image of love. I'm not saying that she's bad. Just that I have allowed myself to believe this lie about being a "hopeless romantic".
I was selfish, conceited and I believed the wrong idea about this four-letter word called "LOVE". I believed in what the world said it was, what Hollywood said and sadly, Jane Austen potrayed it as. I did not believe in what God said it was.
Sigh...
Some of you might be thinking, "WHAT HAPPEN TO CARISSA MORAIS???"
Why is she being so fanatical? Why is she getting so hard-up about everything?
You know why?
IT AFFECTS ME, THATS WHY!
I did not put my faith in the Truth. I believed all these lies that the world threw on me. I let my heart be attacked by these fiery darts. I wasn't building my foundation in Christ.
The only good part about all this is that despite everything, the Lord has forgiven me. I have now chosen to follow Christ and Him alone. This morning, there was a complete commital to Him. I will do whatever it takes to be a better person, to see myself as how God sees me. To hate all sorts of evil and love and pursue the things of God.
To quote James Lim (a.k.a Pink Panther) : Now is the time!
Yes! Thats it. I have given my heart to the Lord.
I have surrendered my low self-esteem, my affections and deep liking towards this young man, my career worries, how I perceive myself, MY FEELINGS, my number one heart's desire to the Lord.
God, please take it. My life is not my own anymore.
Its in Your hands.
'And He said to them all, "If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me," - Luke 9:23
Yes, Lord. I choose to follow You.
And though I cherish you, I must now offer you...
*a piece of my heart cracks, breaks slowly and then falls to the ground, leaving drops of blood on my purple shirt*
A man, dressed in white, walks over and bends down to pick up the piece of my heart on the ground and looks at me. I look back at him, my face full of tears.
"I can't do this anymore," I whisper.
The man, moved with compassion, walks towards me and places the fallen piece back into my heart. I could see tears in his eyes too. Sighing, he looks back at me.
"There," he smiles.
"I don't want this heart anymore. I can't take the pain...I just want to die," I cry harder and then fall into his embrace. He hugs me tight and cries along with me. I can feel his tears rolling down my neck.
"Then give your heart to me. I'll safeguard it for you, I'll cherish and protect it. You will no longer be down in pain," we then break apart and he looks at me, his eyes so assuring and his voice tender.
Give my heart to him? What about my desires? What I want? If I give it to him, my life won't be my own anymore.
I look away because I knew that he knew what I was thinking. He could see through my thoughts and my feelings.
Reaching into my chest, I tear my whole heart out, hands full of blood. I looked at it for one last time.
"Here's my heart. Have it," I place the red organ into his hands gently.
The man takes my heart into his hands, looks at me and then hugs me tight.
"I love you, Carissa," he whispers into my ear as we both cry.
I cried harder and harder, almost wailing. I could feel him crying too.
"I love you too," I said,through my tears.
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"Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be" - James 3:10 (KJV)
One question I countlessly ask myself: Why do people, especially Christians, love using foul language? How does that benefit them?
I was having lunch with a group of people one day (and mind you, these people claim to be CC's) and I was well, not exactly shocked but in fact, astounded by the words spoken. Okay, they weren't really vulgar and gross, but it was still curse words. Words like crap, pissed off, sweet arse, damn, and even the milder versions like dang, shoot,etc. Whats the point of using a "milder version" when it means the same??
Firstly, I do recognize that we are sinful beings and that only the Lord can change us. But if you're a new person, why stick to your old ways of speaking? you are a NEW PERSON.
I'm not trying to hit on anybody, I just want people (especially who say that they're CC's) to just watch what we say. If we say we honour God, why are bad words proceeding out of our mouth?
I'm guilty of this. In fact when I was a preteen, I knew all the bad words left, right and centre and spoke them as though they were daily words. Only in school la, but I was caught once at home and I learnt my lesson. Believe me, I did. *phew!*
I'm not trying to be preach-y also. I just want people to realise this and not put our foot in our mouths and be hypocrites.
"Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers" - Ephesians 4:29 (KJV)
Areas in my life that I need a breakthrough in:
1. Fear.
What am I afraid of?
2. Lazy-ness
The root cause of the problem: FEAR.
I used to think that being independent was easy. Now that I have reached the stage of independence being granted, I don't know if I'm ready to handle it yet. Independence comes with maturity and responsibility. Am I showing that amount of maturity and responsibility? Do I deserve independence?
What does God require of me? ( Deuteronomy 10:12 )
"The LORD, who delivered me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear, He will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine." - 1 Samuel 17:37
Who is the Goliath (Philistine) in my life?
Behold, the Lord will deliver me from it. I just have to trust Him completely. My strength comes from the Lord, "for the battle is the Lord's".
"My body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in me, whom is from God. I am not my own" - 1 Corinthians 6:19 - personalized.
Submission is hard, thats what I've been learning about this whole week.
I tried my very best to just die to my own desires and fulfill my duties and responsibilities at home.
Sigh...easier said than done,huh?
Anyway, I've finally got inspiration to write a story in which is not Peter Pan or any other fantasy creature that I've been bragging about. Its more a story of hope, friendship and well, grief in the process also...
So this time, I'm going all out. Now that I have the lappie in my room, I can write early hours in the morning. I'm so tempted to post a short excerpt but well, it wouldn't be a surprise then!
Gotta go before my inspiration dies.
Once a spark of idea is lost, it is lost forever...
