High Chair

Meet Misfit or Ms. Fit ~ sitting on a high chair.

She basically doesn't know where she falls under the two.
Only one thing she knows ~ she did not ask for this. She did not ask for her to be placed on a high chair. Especially not ~ now.



As for Misfit or Ms. Fit, the high chair will only mean:


~ longer working hours

~ prestigious by name, but not by nature

~ servant of all

~ the need for motivation & inspiration will be now on a higher dosage

~ sleeping and waking moments will not be the same anymore




If there is something Misfit or Ms. Fit is excited about, it is the insurmountable level of learning, knowledge, experience and wisdom this will give her. 

And again, on the brighter side, Misfit or Ms. Fit sees that the high chair:

~ will build up her faith all the more

~ will teach her to rely fully on God's work in her life, and to simply walk in and through it

~ will cause her to think outside the box 

~ will make her dream more, get a wider and fuller vision about life & faith

~ will prompt her not to let any decision pass without praying and consulting the Lord




On top of it all, Misfit or Ms. Fit wants to be always of service to her Master, her Lord, her God, her Boss. And if this is the way she would please Him and would fulfill His purposes for her then,

let it be done.

High chair, anyone?

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*image credits to follow. I forgot to copy the link, sorry*

Captivated

Have you ever been captivated by something ~ at first sight? As for me, yes. Definitely.

It was relevant and personal then.
It is relevant and personal, still.
It will be relevant and personal, always.

No Greater Love by Laura Bird Miller

This Is My Life by Akiane Kramarik

I wish I can clearly articulate or transcribe very well this thing I really love to do. But maybe it is better left unsaid... and just leave it as it is. :)

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Thank you very much Laura Bird Miller and Akiane Kramarik for these wonderful and meaningful paintings... and the story behind them. :)

Random Thoughts (II)

Prescription : Inspiration

Call people by name.

See the beauty in people. Then, help them see their beauty.

Silenced. Comforted. Humbled.

Criticize less. Appreciate more.

Don't just smile. Laugh!

Sleeping & waking moments are different now.

I can't pray for 3 hours, but I can't let 3 hours pass without praying.

It's about time to ask 'Why not?'

I Was The Levite

I hope I was the Samaritan. But, I was not.

I hope I can undo things. But, I can't.

I wish I may, I wish I might change the way I did it.

But again, I can't.

I was not the Samaritan. 

I was the Levite. 
Sigh.

Come, and read with me: 

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The Parable of the Good Samaritan

Luke 10:25-37 (NIV, italics mine)

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On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

“What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”

He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”

“You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”

But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 

A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 

So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 

But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him.

He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 

The next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

“Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

Reflecting on my personal journey and context, I was rebuked straight to the face when I saw myself in the person of the Levite. 

I have not been at peace. I know something's not right. I am not happy.

Yes, the word Levite appeared only once in this passage but whoa! it was a blow!

I am sorry, Lord. I am really sorry.

If Jesus is here with me in the flesh, I'm probably covering my face right now because of shame. 

I am sorry, Lord. I am really sorry.

I feel that sorry is not good enough. It's not just good enough. But with this grieving heart, with this regretful soul, I see the grace of God. I see His grace that even I fall short of His glory, His love never fails. That His love is not based on what I did or didn't do. Philip Yancey penned it better: 

“ There is nothing we can do to make God love us more … and nothing we can do to make God love us less. ” 

God's love is based on who He is. He is the God of love. And above all, He is love himself.

God is love. He is love. That is His person. That is His attribute.

Writing this post is a no easy thing. I have braved myself, gathered all the courage I can get for this sole intention: I want to remember that humbling night when I'd like to beat myself up for missing the message of love. I hope things can just be easy for me ~ easy enough to just close my eyes, sleep it away, forget and let things pass. But it's not how it's done. It has to dealt with, it needs to be corrected.

Why did I miss it? Why have I been so self-absorbed?

In my daily walk, I pray that I will ALWAYS emanate God's love, day in or day out... and that I will always remember that it's not about me, it's not what about what and how I feel, but it's about God's truth minus the biases and feelings.

I failed. I cried. I am humbled. I learned.

And now to this I say: I am not called to be a Levite. No wonder I am grieving. I am called to be the Good Samaritan. The same goes for all of us.

The Levite, yes, I was. Not 'I am'. Not and never 'I will be'.
So, help me God.

Back on Track

I know I have been a very poor blogger last month. With this, I have tasted the reality that some things, at some times, need to be placed into a temporary halt to give way to some important and urgent things. Though I haven't been blogging for so many weeks now, I visit my blog site, my nook, every single day.

This too, shall pass... To myself I say. Not so long from now, I will be coming back to my pretty much normal rhythm of life. I simply can't wait to be back on track.


I miss writing.
I miss blogging.


I will be back on track... To myself again, I say. I am working on it. Little by little I know I will get there, soon.

I will see you then. I've got stories to tell.