So preeeeeeeeeettttyyyy! It’s so amazing how good photography can evoke many emotions.
This may sound completely random and weird, but this picture reminded me of when I was a child and I had my rotten teeth pulled out at mater hospital. I don’t remember the procedure cause I was under anesthetics, but I remember sitting on one of the beds afterward eating ice-cream and jelly with pretty much no teeth left. haha.
“I’ve learned to hold everything loosely because it hurts when God pries my fingers from it”
-Corrie ten Boom
I have been relying on many things. People. Things. Very recently I’ve felt like many people and things I have relied on are slowly detaching themselves from my reach. It hurts because I didn’t even realise I had such a reliance on these people and things until they were gone. It’s sad, but it’s also a reason to take heart because this is God’s call to realisation. To stop depending on inadequate human resources, but trust and have faith in God to provide.
It was awfully windy today. During class it was alright as I was indoors, but during the lunch break my skirt kept flying up, or if I was sitting down, the little bits of untamed hair kept lashing at my eyes.
The wind would sweep through around three times in a row, then settle down. After a little while, the same process would occur. I became so unsettled with the hair that kept flying uncontrollably around my face that I just closed my eyes and waited for the wind to pass.
Closing my eyes and just listening to everything that was going on was more still. It feels like you don’t have so many things to take in. It was quite a nice feeling for the few seconds of eye closure. Peaceful, I would say.
She thought she saw tears glittering in Alex’s eyes, and his hand came up from his side as if he was going to reach out to her. Don’t Cassie pleaded silently. If you do, I might follow. And just like that, his arm fell loose again, his fingers stroking the rough wool of the coat. “I’d say what he always said to me,” Cassie whispered to him. “I never meant to hurt you.”
Left these happy snaps on my sister’s desktop to remind her of her great love for me (:
Her heart had been punctured by many hurts and disappointments. She felt for the patch of blue/dark purple on her spluttering heart. It felt soft and vulnerable, yet she immediately withdrew her touch, for the pain was excruciating.
She felt disabled as she functioned, hoping the other ventricle would handle all the work okay.
People could see the bruise to some extent, they saw the harmony of blue and purple entwined but they would never completely understand the underlying ache, the splurge of uncontained blood that gushed from its place to cause discomfort and the freezing of life’s motion picture.
Leaked blood fought to reach out of the body, but was trapped, contained within, there was no possibility of departing the dying land.
Hope was diminished, the bruise seemed like her constant unwanted companion, would her life be forever scarred?
She saw from the corner of her eye a beautiful boy. She was in no mood for pretense. She ignored him completely until he was right in her face. A surge of peace ran through her entire being.
He began reaching for her bruised heart, she squinted her eyes for the inevitable pain. His hand that looked so strong, gently held her heart in the palm of His hand.
She opened her eyes with astonishment and watched as her heart turned a yellow green colour then completely healed. He put her heart back in its place, took her hand and promised to protect her forevermore.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds”
-Psalm 147:3
Today I discovered if you press Ctrl + D on Microsoft word, the font page comes up! This was accidentally stumbled upon as I meant to hit Shift + D. I felt so cool. I felt like I discovered something mysterious, like in Scooby-Doo when they find a hidden door.
This made me ponder the joy of discovery. It reminded me of the precious secrets of God that are buried deep within his heart. They’re not so hard to find when you are paying attention. But then there’s times where;
I’m reading but I’m not interpreting.
I’m looking but I’m not seeing.
I’m listening but I’m not hearing.
I’m sniffing but I’m not smelling.
I’m touching but I’m not feeling.
I want to;
Read and interpret
Look and see
Listen and Hear
Sniff and Smell
Touch and Feel
because I remember when I was in on your secret, God.
The joy of discovery is beautiful. Especially when that treasure is love.
The kind of love that makes your skin tingle, lets your heart rate go over the speed limit a little. Love that makes you want to fall flat on your face, cover yourself in gunk, then get up again. It is quite the discovery. But can you really call it a discovery, if the treasure found you?
My parents have been married for 30 years and they’re still madly in love with each other. They still flirt with each other. I want that.
-Some guy on tv
Okay, so tonight, being the smart-ass I am, I tried imitating someone and fully stacked it. To my dismay, not the most humiliating experience I’ve been through.
Later on tonight, I pictured myself falling over again, but this time God picking me up in his able arms. Just goes to show how in the worst situation, you can always find the beautiful character of God present.
-Abit chinese, abit taiwanese, alott true blue blood
-I'm a sucker for musicals
-Hamish&Andy make me laugh hysterically on my worst day
-I firmly believe in pjs, movies & junk food
-Life is what you make it
-Jesus is the sole reason for my existence
