Missing...

...my childhood days. So simple. So carefree.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who didn't want to grow up and get old. 

Air castles were built, and she explored many magical worlds.

When hurt, she finds refuge in the company of her secret friends.

And with her pen, she created printed pictures of life—both the beautiful and the ugly. 

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who was naive,
 but didn't want whatever innocence she had left disturbed. 
When someone tries to pump her budding emotions out,

She'd run like a gazelle and hide.

 

Once upon a time, there was a blossoming girl left in the open. 
She desperately sought protection from anyone who'd care.

 

Once upon a time, menfolk obliviously broke her heart.

Obsessed with their own feelings , they forgot hers.
(It's hard & painful when they want her to be someone she can never be.)

 

 

Once upon a time, there was a flourishing girl who was caught in the intersections of life.

Well-meaning people attempted to define her life and future being. 
There'd be times she'd want to cover her ears from all the voices, 
but she knew that as long as she was breathing, they wouldn't go away.

 

 

Once upon a time, there was a girl drifting into uncertainty. 
She ought to be like this, or that, and confusion clouded her. 
In this ridiculous mess, the Man drew her out. 
In Him she found who she really was.

 

Finally, her heart came home..

Him- her glorious end.

(PP)

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I want to take Your Word

And shine it all around

But first, help me to just live it Lord

And when I'm doing well

Help me to never seek a crown

For my reward is giving glory to You

~ from the song: 'O Lord, You're Beautiful'~

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Jesus Loves me, this I know.

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"The purity of your intention does not cancel the effect of your appearance."

~ Albert Martin~
Listen to the whole sermon here

Why do I fight for a heart desirous of intimately loving You?

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* I was dead and now I'm alive. 

I want to live. 

If my heart is dead to respond to Your love, 

how else can my soul live?

Nobody is unassailable to pain. We cry..over..various ..things..

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However, have we ever shed tears for God? Have we wept over our inability to really love Him? I know the focus is not on how much we love Him but on how much He loves us. Nonetheless, have we ever cried because of Him? Were there times that our hearts were so overwhelmed by His love that we burst out sobbing? Yes, God wants us to be joyful Christians, but there are times that crying can't be helped. Tears will continue to stream down until that glorious day when God Himself will wipe them away from our eyes.

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 Having seen the face of Beauty and Love, my soul is caged. Leave me for I wish not to escape.

“How beautiful are the arms, which have embraced Christ, the eyes which have gazed upon Christ, the lips which have spoken with Christ, the feet which have followed Christ. How beautiful are the hands which have worked the works of Christ, the feet which treading in His footsteps have gone about doing good, the lips which have spread abroad His Name, the lives which have been counted loss for Him. How beautiful upon the mountains were the feet of them who brought glad tidings and published peace saying unto Zion 'Thy God reigneth:' how beautiful was the wisdom of those unlearned and ignorant men, whose very opponents felt that they had been with Jesus."

~'Called to be Saints' by Christina Rossetti~

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People say 'Bless your heart' or 'Bless your soul' whenever I do something worth of praise. One dear old lady told me, " You have a beautiful heart." True, such are sweet words, and I'm filled with joy  each time my deeds are appreciated. However, I am set to muse over the description 'beautiful' in reference to my soul or heart. If people looked inside me, they would find things not befitting for the word 'beautiful' . Yes, Jesus saved me and has cleansed my heart. Nevertheless, far from what you may think, I don't look good as new. You will see a heart that was multiple times broken, and a soul filled with scars. From where did I get these blows? God did. As the song says, 'He is the potter, I am the clay.' He can make and break me. He crashes everything that needs to be changed in me. In its place, He puts Himself. If there is only one thing that you will find beautiful in me, it's Jesus.

 You're Beautiful..

..can't help but to snap shots of the breath taking sky..beautiful isn't?....

..Sometimes I overlap my admiration toward God and His creations. I have to keep reminding myself that He is far more beautiful than I could ever imagine....

...Lying on my back while listening to Hillsong's Age to Age, I saw this. Was it just coincident that it showed up as I hear the line, "and His glory appears?".....

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Like many others, I'm fascinated to see beauty. If you knew me, you can guess I'm not referring to the supermodel and celebrity stuffs. You can bet though that I also mean physical comeliness. I honestly admire women who bear themselves with sophistication and elegance as the occasion requires but their beauty remains unchanged even in simplicity. It never ceases to amaze me how these ladies can enhance their appearances with some touches of make-up and few strokes of a hairbrush regardless of the clothes they wear. Maybe it's their innate talent and I am happy for them. Now, I am not playing inferiority complex but I know I can never be like them. In fact, if you will let me choose between a week of beauty treatments and a week of mountain retreat, no doubt, I will pick the latter. Yes, I admit my interests are sort of androgenic. Does that make me any less a woman? I celebrate and am thankful to God that I'm a woman but such diversion is also inborn. So long as it doesn't oppose Bible principles, I refused to be transformed into a living Barbie doll. I want to be just the way God created me.

Now, before you start concluding I'm anti- femininity, let me get down to what I really want to nail. I have seen less than 31 beautiful faces in my 21 years of living. I admire all of them but I don't covet their beauty. However, there's one beauty that is really outstanding and I may had caught a glimpse of it. I haven't seen its fullness but I'm in constant longing to behold it again. Words would fail to describe it. See? It's just a glimpse and I'm star struck. That explains the title.

I know this feeling is from God. I want to posses such beauty------------the beauty of Jesus Christ. He is so beautiful! !! His beauty is something that our minds couldn't handle. No wonder God had not revealed His full glory yet even to His most faithful servants like Moses. I believe God wants me to have Jesus' beauty too. I'm sure He will make it happen not with the means of this world but conformity to Jesus by His Word through the Spirit.

Psalm 27:4  One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after, that I may live in the house of the Lord, all the days of my life, to behold the Beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in His temple.

" I laid me down and slept: I awaked; for the Lord sustained me."

~ Psalm 3:5 ~

" I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for Thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety."

~ Psalm 4:8 ~

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This is one of the mornings that I'm awakened with a heart set to worship You. Everything You created is beautiful. It speaks wonders about You. How much more are You beautiful compared to the works of Your hands? People dreamed of paradise when they get to heaven. Nevertheless, what makes heaven 'heaven'? Streets of gold, pearly gates, mansions, etc. may excite me for a season. What makes eternity worth living for? An eternity full of joy and love.

To behold Thy face I shall be satisfied ( Psalm 17:15).

For in Thy presence is fulness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore. ( Psalm 16:11)

One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in His temple. ( Psalm 27:4)

True, oh Lord! Heaven is heaven because You are there.