Dancing with me Amor

I don't think I'm the only one experiencing this in my spiritual journey with God. Yesterday, I felt like I'm on the verge of bursting. Its as if I'm carrying this whole loads of burden and pressure that makes me feel somewhat - low.

At that low point, I couldn't find a way to rejoice or even feel His closeness. It was about time to go for prayer meeting and my mind tells me, "You can skip one night. It's OK." 

At that low point, I was negotiating within my brain - to go or not to go.

At that low point, I was ready to give in to my reasoning and physical emotions.

But somehow, I knew. I knew where I should be at that moment. In His house. In His presence.

So before my human mind made up its mind, I take control of every thought and decided to go.

As soon as we enter into a time of worship, God began working in me. The tears are flowing as if they are waiting to be released into the open. I felt His hands embracing me and restoring me. I could feel His love dancing over me, inviting me to dance with Him. And so it continued, for what it seems for more than an hour. In His deep, tangible presence. And at the end, I knew. I was restored. The tears that flowed out was replaced by living water - Jesus Himself. The burden was lifted. Or it became lighter. And I heard Him saying, "Look to me. Fix your eyes upon me." In a serious tone. Like a loving Father saying to a helpless child.

And then I knew. I was rest assured. He is always with me. And the joy of knowing that, and His unstoppable love, is beyond ah-ma-zing !

Come before God (not man) and cry out to Him (not man) for what person could be more better than the One who loved us first?

And I can tell you that you can smile before man. And any situations seems bearable simply because that joy in you weighs more than your problems and situations.

Love,

Nethy

Expresso

I love reading. But I hate writing. The memories of copying nearly whole book when I was in elementary school until my hand could take no more and my tears come out (Well, that's a bit exaggerated) comes to my mind when it comes to writing. Yet, something changed when I enter high school during my junior year. I began to love writing. Writing stories, to be frank. 

I was young and free. Not wild and an avid reader. So you kind of can picture me with book and thick glasses and two ponytails. Well, yeah, but except, I repeat, EXCEPT - the two ponytails. I've not a good sense of fashion at that time. But all is good. Sun is still shining down on me. Hahaha. Ok wait. That's not the point. Thing is - all the story books that I read and read and read prompt me to write, well, a story.

So I did. Using my school exercise book, I began writing a love story. (Hit the Tailored Swan song!)
I know. I can't believe it too. But that was my first genre of a story. I finished writing it and my friends started to read it. (They didn't know it was a story since it was a school exercise book.) In short, good comments. Moving on, to my next project of writing - again, a love story. Different characters and different plot. My cousin Debbie read it and she suggested that I make money out of it. I asked, "Err.. How?" And she said by promoting to people to read it by paying me first and lending them the book. Interesting! But no, I didn't have the gut to do it then. Ha... [Fast forward...] Unfortunately, the books disappeared when my friend, who had finished reading, passed it to her sister and misplaced it somewhere-no-one-knows.

After that, I never write a love story anymore. Too tired to think I guess. But years and years after that, after all the high school years, I started personal journaling. And then I realized - I felt so passionate whenever I write. Its like my brain in action. And then I realize something more - its a passion, its a gift!

Now I understand that I express best in writing & every person alive has a different way of expressing themselves. I found mine. How do you best expresso - I mean - express yourself? :)

Blessings,
Athena

Movie night with the kids

Tonight is one of those nights where I get the chance to bring my nieces and nephews to the cinema. 


Oh boy, they were really excited. And I mean reeeaaalllyyy exxxciiiiteeed... I went to Kolops to pick them up around 7PM (The movie starts at 7.20PM but i already bought all tickets hours earlier) and the moment they saw my car light, they were jumping in the air, shouting with joy. It was dark but i can see clearly their jumps and shouts. Haha. Cute. The moment they got into the car, they were all talking about what to expect and what to do in the cinema. On the way to our destination, Phoebe and I explained to them about rules, the dos and don'ts in cinema. They were excited to obey too! They were telling each other to listen to us and behave well. The laughing and talking doesn't stop until we entered the cinema hall. The excitement of the children is really something you know. I mean, I don't show such excitement going to cinema but boyyy, they are really looking forward to it! :)


We watched "Brave" and its really a nice movie. I would rate it 4.5/5. Its one of the movies I would suggest for children and families and everyone to watch it. The kids enjoyed it. :) I'm glad we watched it together.


No wonder God says how important it is to be like children (not childish!) in order to enter His kingdom. 

Jesus loves the little children...

Children sees things differently and they are very passionate. Things that are normal to us, are extraordinary to them! They are dependent, while we, sometimes can be self-dependent! And most important of all, children do not doubt. Once they trust someone, they would trust them to the fullest!


Be blessed!


Nethy.