A story continued...

Once upon a time, the man who had some parts of his kidney out had to have his prostrate out as well. Not only was it suppose to cause him to have no more ejaculation but his bladder control was going to be different for some time after the operation. However, it was advised that to have it removed now while he was still strong and healthy was safer than having it removed in later years. So along the days before his operation, he goes around reassuring everyone that it was just a minor operation, perhaps hoping by saying those words that he would believe them himself. But his only daughter saw through the facade, and recalled the pain he had to go through the first time, that first night, although he doesn't remember anymore that night after his kidney operation. Perhaps it was best that he never remembers, for it was a night that was so frightening that she cringed at the thought of it. Prayerfully, that was not something she'd have to go through again. And so, the night before the surgery, everyone was very civil to one another. Him, trying to look calm for her, while her, trying to be calm for his sake.

Prayers to the Big Daddy would be much appreciated.

A New Leaf

He came to my desk with a quivering lip —



The lesson was done.


“Dear Teacher, I want a new leaf,” he said,


“I have spoiled this one.”


I took the old leaf, stained and blotted,


And gave him a new one all unspotted,


And into his sad eyes smiled,


“Do better, now, my child.”






I went to the throne with a quivering soul —


The old year was done.


“Dear Father, hast Thou a new leaf for me?


I have spoiled this one.”


He took the old leaf, stained and blotted,


And gave me a new one all unspotted,


And into my sad heart smiled,


“Do better, now, my child.”

Kathleen Wheeler, "A New Leaf"

The Father's heart is so much more than we tend to remember, tend to think of.
Day by day, we are made new every morning.
And we do need to be reminded of it, from time to time.
On days where discouragements seems to come one after another.
Or the emotional rollercoaster is turned on.
Or even just on those days when everything is going well for us.
We, frankly don't dwell enough in His love.
*And I have no idea why I just typed all that using 'we' and 'us'.

Season Dawns

Sometimes seasons come and go, without us realizing them.

A new season has begun this April.
I find myself holding new responsibilities, having tenacity on the ones I've had
And most of all, having a glimpse on what is to come.

I'm not ready for these new responsibilities or what is to come.
It is strange to hear the quavering of my own voice.
I laugh at how nervous I really am inside.

But I do know one thing.
He's in charge. Not me.
And for that certainty, I have a peace in me. Somewhere.

All in a day's work

What is it about aging that frightens?

What is it about dreams and reality not equating that frustrates?

What is it about being on an emo rollercoaster thats just not professional?

Trust. In. Our. Only. Hope.

So hold on to me tight

Hold on, I promise it'll be alright

Cause we are stronger here together

Then we could ever be alone

Just hold on to me

Don't you ever let me go

                                                                -excerpt from Michael Buble's 'Hold On'

Default

We're all defaulted to the best once we're His

It's been a crummy week.
Rashes on Monday (straighten out with a jab).
Stood a friend up for an hour on Tuesday (which ended with her leaving 15 minutes before I manage to arrive).
Almost standing the same friend up again on Wednesday.
Eating the wrong stuff again today and seeing those ugly blots all over my arm, just makes my Thursday.

I haven't been pleased with myself for having to put work above friendship. Above attending to His stuff.
As much as I love my work, this week has been in a state of much frustrations trying to leave on time. And not accomplishing it.

But as I reminded Vi of that statement, it strikes a chord in me too.
Because of His death on the cross, our slates are clean.
And God do not see us as we see ourselves.
He see us as children of God and all He wants is for us to turn to Him.
And He has the perfect plan for each and everyone of us.
We who are made in His image. Made in the image of Perfection.
How can we not be defaulted with perfection as the ultimate core where the Holy Spirit is?
And we do not struggle or strive, but press on.
For it is done.

Happy Good Friday and Easter.