- hi world, guess what, it's august already. time must have pulled the rug underneath me sometime somewhere in march, april, may, because it sure doesn't feel like the year is entering the twilight phase. but august is when the silver starts, you know. then things start dying, and in december you either take a sigh, or lift your eyes to the skies.
- today i was reminded, daily sufficient grace. in a way it feels like the first half of 2010 didn't exist in 2010, or else 2010 consisted of jan-may, and now i'm somewhere in 2011, hi everyone i'm like, the new advanced, yo.
- my seasons have changed and it's no longer tied to semesters. i'm still drawing my map. recent significant lessons: telling God i want to know His love for me, and prayer. i think the two are intimately entwined.
- this morning i read many things i wrote a year, more than a year ago, the thoughts then, the lessons learnt. not the first time i've reread them, but somehow today i remembered what it was like writing them then, remembered the feelings that accompanied the words.
- and now, more lessons i think are coming; waiting, and patience, and trust. intimately entwined, again. waiting, waiting on Him whose timing is perfect; patience, patience with myself, i who tend to bam bam bam, checklists cleared, okay God, hi i'm ready, but clearly my God is not a respector of checklists and i will live day by day till He says, 'hi, you're ready'. it's okay.
- i think 2010's been such a liminal year, and will continue to be. much about this phase excites me (:
- poetic justice, in a slice of infinity. makes me want to sign up for any bgst/sbc courses on isaiah.
- currently: glad that the God of the Story is also the God of the mad fellas. i can think of two such, one overthinking and the other hopping around, but both seeking His direction and will- which gives me hope that for all the false starts and glorified messes, i'm going to learn things.
- to round off the dream: before i made it to camp, an attempted terrorist cart bomb ran into me and both of us into a high-security lab corridor off the wall of the mrt. i jumped off the cart and one of the scientists risked her life to unlock her lab door and pull me in, before the bomb exploded and the corridor shook. the girl terrorist died strangely, clearly, her frame still intact in the vibrations but her flesh made violet-ray for all to see through.
2 comments:
hello you. i read the link on poetic justice and i'm awfully tempted to email it to G.Y. or my JC literature teacher. because, like the writer, the visuality of the scenes in the bible is also what strikes me.
hyptule - hyped tool *imagines hammers and saws high on sugar dancing*
you should. hello my dear words lover, you're back.
oriorset: orion set -the stars in the orion setting like the sun
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