25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.
I have selective anmesia. I'm not gonna get down on myself just cause I feel like these self reflecting times always seem to end up with the theme, "I need to work harder to build up my faith".
There are times in life when it is so easy to escape God's prescence in your mind. If you think of God as the sun beaming down on you during a clear spring day, I would have been hiding under an umbrella. Our sin puts us in these situations where we think we'll find something better elsewhere, that God doesn't have our best intentions and maybe He's holding something back.
When it's all said and done on heaven and earth, it's just gonna be us and God. No matter what, we're gonna be bowing down to him. Even if you have issues with authority, or you like to be a rebel, or you just don't feel like being called to... We WILL be bowing to the Creator.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Working for almost a year now
It's a big change in lifestyle when you make the transition from school to work. The repetition and seemingly endless days slide off my back much easier.
There's been changes in family too. Both grandfathers passed away within the past months. My dad's side in Dec of '09 and my mom's earlier this month. It's tough seeing my parents so fragile and seeing a piece of their past disappear. They've been living the adult life for so long now that they seem to crumble back to childhood when they lose someone who has been so integral in bringing them up. I sometimes imagine what I would do in the future when the time comes.
Hopefully my brother and I wouldn't be so far apart (physically or friendship wise) that it would be categorized as a reunion.
Gong gong was one of the big figures in my life. He cared for me the most (says my mom) out of all the grandparents and my personality would fit his the most. Taller than most, gentle and calm, he didn't have much luck with the ladies. Loves to travel, lives for adventures, always wanted to visit Alaska. Always worked on his poems, had calligraphy writings littered all over his wall. Had a connection with dogs, loved the outdoors, but no compassion for snakes. He talked to God towards the end of his life, asking to be whisked away. He hated religion and the politicking that followed. I saw him 2 weeks before his last day came, much healthier and stronger than before. A part of me wondered why God kept him so long in world. I prayed and told him we were praying for him. He nodded his head and said, "Hao, hao..." To this day, I have no idea whether or not he's in paradise. God granted him exactly what he wanted, but sometimes, it's not what He's desired for us. Maybe it's the eternal sleep from all the sufferings he's endured or just wanting to close this chapter for his family's sake. Two things I do know is that life goes on and that God loves us. All we can do is enjoy his love through obedience and know that whatever happens in life, whatever tragic or emptiness we feel through the low times or standing on the mountaintop, God has conquered it all and allows us to share in the glory and ecstasy being with Him in the end of days.
There's been changes in family too. Both grandfathers passed away within the past months. My dad's side in Dec of '09 and my mom's earlier this month. It's tough seeing my parents so fragile and seeing a piece of their past disappear. They've been living the adult life for so long now that they seem to crumble back to childhood when they lose someone who has been so integral in bringing them up. I sometimes imagine what I would do in the future when the time comes.
Hopefully my brother and I wouldn't be so far apart (physically or friendship wise) that it would be categorized as a reunion.
Gong gong was one of the big figures in my life. He cared for me the most (says my mom) out of all the grandparents and my personality would fit his the most. Taller than most, gentle and calm, he didn't have much luck with the ladies. Loves to travel, lives for adventures, always wanted to visit Alaska. Always worked on his poems, had calligraphy writings littered all over his wall. Had a connection with dogs, loved the outdoors, but no compassion for snakes. He talked to God towards the end of his life, asking to be whisked away. He hated religion and the politicking that followed. I saw him 2 weeks before his last day came, much healthier and stronger than before. A part of me wondered why God kept him so long in world. I prayed and told him we were praying for him. He nodded his head and said, "Hao, hao..." To this day, I have no idea whether or not he's in paradise. God granted him exactly what he wanted, but sometimes, it's not what He's desired for us. Maybe it's the eternal sleep from all the sufferings he's endured or just wanting to close this chapter for his family's sake. Two things I do know is that life goes on and that God loves us. All we can do is enjoy his love through obedience and know that whatever happens in life, whatever tragic or emptiness we feel through the low times or standing on the mountaintop, God has conquered it all and allows us to share in the glory and ecstasy being with Him in the end of days.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Happy Birthday Nick
Happy Birthday to my little bro!
a fine young lad he's grown to be
Been twenty-two years did You good Lord bestow
this firmly rooted child- a solid oak tree
Spent our younger years locked in combat
Pranks, tricks, acts of buffoonery
About thrice a week I'd venture to guess
We'd likely have a spat
As the years have passed us by
and as the Lord continually pursued
He's become our never ending supply
of answers to our feud
There's always much to be thankful for
Having a brother so warm and true
Each day I pray "Oh Lord,
Together we'd strive to be more like You"
a fine young lad he's grown to be
Been twenty-two years did You good Lord bestow
this firmly rooted child- a solid oak tree
Spent our younger years locked in combat
Pranks, tricks, acts of buffoonery
About thrice a week I'd venture to guess
We'd likely have a spat
As the years have passed us by
and as the Lord continually pursued
He's become our never ending supply
of answers to our feud
There's always much to be thankful for
Having a brother so warm and true
Each day I pray "Oh Lord,
Together we'd strive to be more like You"
Thursday, March 11, 2010
www.creedthoughts.gov.www\creedthoughts
Ahh so it's finally happened! I can air my opinions to those millions of people surfing the internet who happen to stumble onto my page.
Even while signing up for this, I've noticed that google has pretty much taken over everything. They have all my info. My purchase history, personal emails and convos. And now... they have my thoughts.
Even while signing up for this, I've noticed that google has pretty much taken over everything. They have all my info. My purchase history, personal emails and convos. And now... they have my thoughts.
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