no words

hindi po ako naiintindihan buket...
[i don't understand why...]

vessel

"but even if I am being poured out like a drink offering...
I am glad and rejoice." - Phil.
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i had no idea how wonderfully, beautifully, difficult
it would be
to be a vessel;
to be poured out like wine;
to be an empty, fragile jar of clay.
it is obviously not me -
for i am selfish and desire to be
full,
strong,
confident in myself...
when all He asked was for me to be willing
and humble,
to be poured out:

to be His vessel.

geko

Some people have no idea

how beautiful their heart really is.

today

i need a hug.

I know I'm fitting in with the Asians when:

*I see a geko in my shower and the first thing I want to do is take a picture.
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*I start laughing at everything - even when I almost get hit by a car.
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*I crave rice.
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*I see a white person I stare.

ps - I love Asians.

i'm thirsty

for more of You...

funny how

you recieve things when you least expect it.
I just got braces.
I've prayed for years and years...
it is 8 times cheaper here...
the Lord is good.

I found

my lost love for running.
I knew it was there,
hiding in my passion somewhere.
But out of fear I chose not to seek for it.
But it found me!
I can no longer fear the Filipinos on the crowded streets -
how can I when I have Christ?
He is my Man.
He is my first love.
And how wonderful that He also shares my joy of running.
He goes with me...
My big, strong Filipino God.
...

my window is still my favourite place to sit in my house.

every single night the sun sets at 6pm.

you would think that in a city of 14 million you wouldn't be able to see the stars...

but you can.

but when the sun sets and I just happen to be home...

you'll find me sitting in my window.

[and perhaps roasting some bannock over a candle]

if only i were more ________.

I was disturbed.

Waiting in line in the mall's bathroom I watched beautiful Asian woman powder their faces.

To make their skin more white.

At home, I watch beautiful Canadian woman brush on bronzer.

To make their skin more tanned.

...why is it that we always want what we can't have?...

...where is our contentment?...

I'm so sorry, Lord.