
This picture is pretty funny for a few reasons. It looks all ‘intense-worship-session’ and it was, but when I first saw the picture (thank you Bel!), it looks weird that the background is of heavenly looking clouds. And then of course, I am wearing this like ‘haha’ tee-shirt. Okay enough said. Service was pretty insane and I have to say that it’s getting pretty mad because I can tell from my previous posts that sometimes a price has to be paid before you lead worship, it’s almost as if God has to reduce you to nothingness in order that we may lead the people to the places we’ve been which would be where He would want to take us.
I did not pick the life I now lead, but we take what is on our plates and we make do. Or, we do better. I’m so tired of making do that I want to do better. I walk with a limp but it is a miracle I even walk at all. And so sometimes, when I consider how things could have turned out, I force gratitude out of me knowing full well where I came from. T.D. Jakes said that it isn’t the age of a person that matters, but the mileage of his life.
With that, I’m just a kid still who’s trying to be happy. As much sadness there is being spilled all over this blog, it is merely an outlet for me to feel better, to have a listening ear and to be open, frank and myself. I run with friends who are doing the same, all starting out with good intentions and we walk carefully while looking out for one another at the same time. I’ve come to realize that I do not stand alone in the midst of my trials, and I say that with all sincerity. I’ve come to discover precious people who are in the exact same predicament as I am, who walk with the same injury but who walk nonetheless.
Drama talk aside, I’m crossing my fingers for December because this hasn’t been a good year for me and I’m keeping my heads up for december. I cannot be more stoked for YA camp and already we’ve got 80 people heading down and I’ve never been more expectant. Of course, Christmas just puts everyone in an estatic mood of Dark Cherry Mochas, peppermint frappes and parties. In the mean time, I’m gonna be an awesome best friend and spend my next few days trying to plan for Benassi’s birthday and do up his presents. I’m still awaiting for my hair to grow back and I’ll be starting work in my new job at the airport in next month! Stoked (:
I’m tired and very bored of typing dwn my thoughts. Good night (:
I’ve found a place caught in open arms, where Love’s embrace mends a broken heart; Here I will stay for all my days.
