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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

enthusiastic














Summer is here, school is over. Even without school, I'm still busy, rushing here and there. 

But in the midst of it all, I can laugh, I can smile. Thankfulness explodes in my heart. There is oh-so-much I have, so many things to be thankful for! Sunshine, trees, grass, good books, funny little brothers. Icecream, thunderstorms, laughs with friends. Fresh laundry and long runs. 

So today, I choose to be happy. I choose to be joyful. Because there is so much God has given me, there is no reason to be sad. 

This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice!  










Monday, May 28, 2012

a beautiful story



He is so imaginative. So creative. He's perfect, spotless, no sin in Him at all.

In the beginning, it was only Him. He created this world. The trees, the birds, the butterflies. Who would've thought of such wonderful things? Not I.

Then He did something even bigger. Even more imaginative and even daring. He created man. Male and female, He made them in His own image. His own image that longs to be loved, to be cherished. His own image that is strong, and fights for the well being of lovely things. They were beautiful creatures, spotless like Himself.

Yet there was one thing. He made them to have a free will. He didn't want little obedient robots. No, like us, He wanted to be really loved, really worshiped, really cherished. We wouldn't want someone to love us just because we had to. We'd want someone to love us as we were. And so God didn't want robots. So He took the risk.

And we sinned. Against Him, against the very one who made us! Against the one who made the trees, the birds, and who had given us so much. We pushed Him far from out thoughts. We didn't love other humans. If we did, it wasn't real love, it was only so we could benefit from the love. We didn't fear Him. We didn't ponder on His greatness, or His beauty.

His heart was broken. Torn, in pieces. He lamented and mourned over us, over His lost people, His own dear children. We rebelled, sinned, did evil. Evil things that would not even enter His mind! We went astray, like lost sheep.

He cannot stand sin. He hates it. It makes Him sick. But He loves us.

So He tried. Years and years and years! He begged us to come to Him, sent prophets, sent miracles, sent hardships to get our attention, and even sent great blessings. Yet only a few chose to love Him, to follow God. Even they were nothing like He wanted.

Finally there was no way out. We would die. Burn forever, in hell. There was simply no way out.

He could have been satisfied then. After all, we hated Him! So He should have been pleased when we were destined to the fiery pit, to hell. We did so many things that we against them, it was only fair. He could have just forgotten about us, just let us go from His mind at the least. He might have made another world, started over, made more people who would follow Him, forgotten about us.

But He didn't. And not only did He mourn over our sin once again, He did something about it. He sent His only son, his perfect son, so that there could be a way out for us. So we could be cleansed. So that we might have eternal life, with Himself, forever. He wanted us to be with Him forever, so much that He sent His son to die. He loved His son. What perfect father doesn't?

Yet He also loved us, the sinners, the haters. Why He loves us, why He loves me, I really don't know. I can't explain it. But He does, and He has shown us how to love, by demonstrating it Himself.

And that is beautiful.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

nehemiah





He's the one who bursts out the most insane things, the one who pretends the ground is his enemy and he must explode it with a rock, the one who randomly pokes people in the eye with a straw, the one who is the quickest to give kisses.

Our entire family loves Nehemiah so much, and he's growing up way too fast. I wonder what he'll grow up to be. I'm so thankful for my sweet little joker of a brother, and honestly, it would be terribly hard and boring to live without this little guy.



Thursday, May 24, 2012

nature walks














Once or twice a day I will simply feel as if I have to go outside and take a breath of fresh air. So I will either grab my mp3 player and run, or my camera and go on a little hike.

This time I chose the camera, and with the birds making nests and new plants sprouting up, I managed to snap a few good shots. The one above is my favorite, what's yours? What helps you refresh yourself, a cup of tea, a good book, or a long run?


ps: all these pictures and posts were written about a month ago, I'm just posting them now, since I'm a little too busy to write out or upload any of the newer pictures.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

race day











My feet move up and down, the people around me whisper and nervously laugh. I bend down to stretch, my chest pounding, my heart in my throat.

I glance at my watch. One minute. One minute. The butterflies in my stomach flutter, and tell myself to start off slow, to do my best. The horn sounds, and the men in front of me shoot off, the group of girls do too. I tell myself they won't stay in the lead the entire time, and I'm right. Our feet pound on the pavement and we're off, flying.

At first I feel glorious. I feel free, I feel as if I could run forever. I pass people, pass the girls in front of me who are now walking. My heart soars, my legs fly. I talk to people next to me, joking about how much I hate the hill in front of me, asking them if this is their first race.

And then it's the last mile. My legs are barely turning over, it's hard to breathe. I'm inhaling heavily and my heart is thudding. My throat goes dry, I need water. I tell myself just a little longer, just a little longer. Hurry and it will be over with. A hill looms in front of me, taunting me. Then I ask myself why on earth I run, why on earth I would ever want to do such a thing. I want to walk. I want to stop. But I press on. I recite verses. Sing songs in my head. Talk to myself. Anything to keep my mind of running. Anything to keep my mind off the hill.

At last I reach the top. The finish line is in front of me. People are all around, cheering. A last surge of energy shoots through me. My pace picks up, my legs are flying again, so tired, but still moving forward. I pass the finish line. I laugh, I have reached the end! Sweat pours down my face, I am panting like a dog, I am tired, but I finished. My brothers are around, patting my back, telling me how good I did. I ask them what their times were, and we laugh together.

I forget about the hill, I forget about the pain. At that moment it is only joy and accomplishment I feel. The challenge was worth it.

(thanks to my mom for taking the pictures)