Being a Christian thru accepting Christ as Lord and Saviour is not all part of Christianity. One needs to be sanctified in order for one to see and hear God. It is only thru His grace that we can come to His presence even if we feel dirty and unworthy. Even if we do good things, those aren’t enough and can never make us whole before God. It is through humbling ourselves and admitting that we couldn’t do it if it weren’t for the strength given to us by the Father. He wants to see the pure hearts of His people—cleansed and sanctified. It is a continuing process. The God of hope is not finished with us yet so we need to be patient with ourselves and with others. God longs to see His people come to Him humbled but dignified. It is through the knowledge of the presence of God in our lives that we can live and be aware when we are becoming sinful. His presence enables us to think first before acting upon our impulse.

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I am a child of God. I am free. Was a slave but was set free by the blood of the Lamb. I no longer live in bondage. God wills for me to be with His people—to dwell in His house forever.

Thursday, July 15

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! This is killing me! I don’t have the energy and the wisdom to put my thoughts into writing. I’m always compelled to blog about my reflections but I just can’t seem to organize them. I actually thought of putting an end to this. But no, I have to have this. I have to practice my writing skills. I have so many things I wanna share. But I guess, it’s just a phase. This blog will turn 1 next month. Great huh? One year of blogging. One year of so many realizations. One year…just 1 year. I wonder when I’ll stop this? Continue reading July Snippets →

God’s holiness is something I want to emulate in my life. But achieving that is far from possible because He is holy and man can never become one apart from the grace of God. Even if I try hard enough to become like Him, it can never be because He is deity and I am human. He is the perfect designer and model of humans. To live a righteous and holy life is to soak in God’s presence so one should be aware when he/she is already sinning. It’s possible that one foot is set on the heavens while the other on earth.

state of being: mad!!!

in mind: im just really mad. I hate someone’s guts.

fear popping up as i type this: that someone might just stop doing whatever he’s doing right now

profound thought: hmmm…I just realized that God is still the Greatest Author of my Life

breakfast: nothing. sat straight on the computer chair, turned on the pc, and flew into cyberspace

lunch: haven’t had my lunch yet but I will as soon as I publish this entry. I’ll be having garlic chix.

thoughts concerning the rest of the day: decide whether to text him or not

what i’ll do now: try to smile.

what i’m really feeling right now: mad.bad.sad.

what i really want to say for a long time now: aaaaaaaaargh!!!

im really hurt.what did you do? i forgot. im just hurt.i hate this feeling.help me.

tentenen..tentenenen…gumaganda ang istorya..yiheeee!! wahahahaha!

my friendster account is almost full. three more friends. so i opened a second account. not bad. i know “almost” everybody or atleast have met them before. i dont just add people that i dont really know. that means i know more than 500 people. i started friendstering last june 2003 and it took me a year to fill them up. but that’s okay. there is no competition. i know some people have more than 10 accounts. crazy. they dont even know all of them. what’s the use? ewan.

i have in my hand an autographed tuck & patti cd and im not returning it to the owner…mwahahahahaha!!!

I prefer the latter.

I don’t know why I suddenly got deranged. Maybe because those were nothing.

I opened the window.

Let the sunrays enter my window on Saturdays, but still…

a smile was not seen.

Only glimpses.

Sunrays and Saturdays. I anticipated.

Eacy ray and each day, I would lay.

Wait till I got burned out.

I was patient and yet insane. Perplexed.

Got tired of writing my story, nibbling bars, and dancing salsa.

Never got to know the mystery behind the artificial.

It never worked.

My sunrays slashed. My Saturdays gone.

Yellow and Stripe. I am calmed.

Stripe came.

Its lines striking through the essence. Telling me to let go. Bringing me to the top.

So high I could fall. (I might, though. ) Anytime soon.

Stripe’s shadow is white. Soft as pillow. Clear as water.

Yellow and Stripe.

I am Yellow.

Yellow as the sunrays slashed. Flying freely.

I saw Stripe’s stripes . Thriving. Streaking. Shining brightly as the sunrays.

Only brighter.

One. Two. Three. I got hold of the stripe. Swinged.

Easy yet slow. But doom is unknown because I hope and I trust.

Sunrays and Saturdays. Yellow and Stripe.

I prefer the latter.

I don’t know why I changed. My emo’s thwarted.

I closed the window. It was broken.

I opened the window. A new one.

Let not the sunrays but Stripe to remain.

With music’s hope. I sing and dance. I just talk.

Sunrays and Saturdays. Yellow and Stripe.

I prefer the latter.