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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. – C.S Lewis 

I have always struggled with vulnerability. I like being strong; I’ve always had to be strong, and I have associated vulnerability with weakness for as long as I can remember. Of course in everyday life, it would be difficult for people to know this. I am seen as someone who is quite open and outgoing, at…

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paradigm shifts

Spring Break is finally here, and I know that it’s going to run through my fingers like water, but before that happens, I’m going to try to be nourished a little bit.  It’s good to be home, especially after the craziness of the first half of the semester.  This was the most needed break I’ve ever encountered.  I was sick for exam week last week (as I always seem to be), and after the staying up too lates and the studying for exams but not maybe enoughs and general exhaustion… I was immensely ready for Spring Break to start.  Coming from the ice to the sun was startling.

Much of the time, I use this as an excuse.  “I’m tired” is my knee-jerk response to anyone’s “Are you okay?”, even if it isn’t entirely true.  And often I justify my own laziness by telling myself that I really need the…

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“You are whatever touches your soul more deeply than anything. You are who you love.”

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I find it fascinating that people are usually described, initially at least, by a brief summary of their physical attributes and anything else that is outwardly recognizable. The first things we tend to first reach for when explaining someone are their hair color, clothing style, height, weight, job, or other successes. Even when we note that so-and-so is a really great person, that fact usually doesn’t stand alone. It’s sandwiched between other physical descriptors.

But that would make sense, right? Those are the obvious, most easily definable and recognizable things in a person. When we try to paint a picture of someone, we want to use what will best facilitate a visual. I get that. But the problem is that as much as we define other people within those means, I think we can sometimes begin to think of ourselves as being only the summation of what others can perceive.

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up, down, and turned around

I’m not a fan of noises so I would rather welcome the new year solemnly. A loving whisper of a new beginning is enough.

It’s been a roller coaster ride for me in the past year/s and it sure would be again for the coming one and the next. I’m grateful for finishing another round of the ride, with the ups and downs and twists and turns, whew! I’ve barely made it. Still, I thank God for the good things and the bad, they’ve mold me into a better person, though I do not quite see it much myself. I thank Him for never letting me go in the midst of my falling and failure; for being the One who holds me tight when I loosely held unto Him. And I’m still in the process of taking in all that just happened; remembering, reminiscing and realizing how God have been in every moment of my life.

With a cluttered mind similar to my room, it’s never been an ideal ending or start for me. Nevertheless, the new year has always made me excited for the better things ahead and anxious for the not. But I’m trusting all the uncertainties to Him. May I learn to not only acknowledge that the Lord has always been trustworthy, but that I may truly trust Him completely with everything. Life’s boring without surprises and the Lord’s good at that. Well, His surprises sure do catch me off guard but the Lord assures me (and you) that it always works out in the end. Jeremiah 29:11.

So to the only Way, Truth and Life, everything’s been possible and good because of You. May You always be the greatest gift I ever had, Jesus.

And to the people God purposedly placed in my life, thank you for journeying with me. Unto the next chapter of our lives, we write… and we ride!

Thank You Lord for the little things like the spectacular fireworks displays around the neighborhood that overwhelms me, it makes me teary-eyed, and for the great ones.

May we all have a God-filled roller coaster ride this 2013. 🙂

“The weight of God’s Love is the only thing that makes Christmas. You can take away the cliche Christmas spirit and our cup would still overflow.” :”>

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How many kings step down from their thrones?
How many lords have abandoned their homes?
How many greats have become the least for me?
How many gods have poured out their hearts
To romance a world that is torn all apart
How many fathers gave up their sons for me?

-How Many Kings, Downwhere

Years ago, the Christmas spirit meant the December breeze, the smell of roasted ham, and the twinkling lights at home. It felt good, sentimental, and peaceful.

But this year, I find that the Christmas spirit descended like an intense, awestruck feeling upon the realization of the Savior’s birth. The reality of the first Christmas was not a warm home, a full belly, and new gifts by midnight. Instead, it was a cold, bloody, and smelly scene. Perhaps even the grittiest Nativity figures of today would appear too clean and too pretty!

Mary had to travel pregnant…

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prayer

the smell of raindrops is in the air
i can feel it everywhere
You’re so beautiful i could only stare
i’m a fragile heart You handle with care

when times get hard and rough
remind me of reasons to laugh
though there are lots of things i cannot have
i’m eternally saved, let that be enough

let me find peace in solitude
change my view and fill me with gratitude
and let me rest in Your silence
don’t want to be in pretense