Crisis Twenty-Four

Somehow, when you're 24 years old, and a single girl, you sort of start praying hard for the right young man to come along. That's also when your married friends in their twenties describe how they were married and pregnant at your age. And when older mothers tease and ask what's wrong with you. And when Daddy's just quiet. Haha. I love being twenty-four because all this happens!

And because all of this happens, I also don't like being twenty-four.

Weird, isn't it?

I love church

I love church because...

I can learn more about God through His Word boldly preached.

I can listen in to senior primary's Sunday school lesson and learn about God's character.

I can cuddle the babies. ;)

I can step out of my comfort zone and talk to someone I don't usually talk to.

I can watch the children play four square nonstop.

I can try once again to think of others apart from myself.

I can remember that it is the Lord's Day, and is hallowed unto Himself.

I love church. It's not perfect. But it's family. :)

Grow up, man!

If only people would realize that when God blesses, He adds no sorrow to it, they would stop throwing tantrums at their authorities. They would also trust God's perfect will and timing. ;-) Who knows? God will either give them the desires of their heart in due time (because it WAS His will for them all along)...or prepare them for something much better.

They won't find out though until they stop acting like spoiled children. LOL.

CHRISTmas

This morning during the Christmas service, we watched a clip of The Nativity Story. Through the movie clip I was stirred by the struggle Joseph had when he found out his betrothed Mary was with child. I felt the sadness in Mary's eyes.... My imagination was quickened as I observed the transformation of Joseph and Mary from fear to faith. Tears were close to my eyes, as Joseph and Mary welcomed baby Jesus.... Then as the shepherds came and knelt down at the manger, my heart was full. Of all the people in the world, God would first announce His birth to the lowliest of people--the shepherds. What a God of love and compassion! Lord, this is Your day, in which we celebrate your birth...that You would redeem us from our sins.

Let go and let God.

Sometimes I find that I can be a control freak.

That just happened the other day. It was righteous anger wrongly executed. Making it sin.

Again.

Mom is such a sweet mom...I don't know what I'd do without her. She gently told me that I just needed to let it all go. Mom said it wasn't my place to tell that other person what I did; I gave her a sullen reply in the negative that time, but I knew deep down she was right. She only smiled quietly at me, and remained silent.

Like what I should have done in the first place.

Sometimes I can't understand at all how God can break through hard and selfish hearts of people around me, but all I know is that God certainly doesn't need me to stick my foot in.

Should just stick it in my mouth next time.

Lesson review: I need to let go. And let God.

Overbearing or rebellious?

Sometimes it just saddens me to see young people who refuse to see the good behind parents' warnings, advice, and wishes for their children. To make matters worse, those same young people go and confide in peers who do not turn their focus on the Lord, but rather sympathize in their grievances against the parents. This certainly does not rectify matters in a way that glorifies God the most; rather, this glorifies the "stifled" child, and widens the chasm between her and her parents.

Parents aren't perfect! But it is absolutely no excuse for children to bring their parents down in the eyes of their friends, nor dishonour them in their hearts. Some parents may be strict than others, but young people must not complain. Or they are shaking their fist against God.

Young people complain that parents are overbearing and suppress them from being who they really are. The question is, who is the real you? A person who seeks to glorify God in her life in all circumstances, or a rebel?