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ill

I was ill a few days ago; very ill to be accurate. As a matter of fact, I always feel ‘very’ ill every time I am. It is almost impossible to not have the word very in describing my condition; that would be an incomplete and unjust description as to the suffering I have undergone. While wallowing in pain and at the brink of having my pity party, I came to realize that I had been ill for only four days. This led me to ask the next question, “How long have I been healthy?”

“Ages.” I haven’t been ill for very long. How could I not realize that?

Weeks before I was ill, I had not been behaving very well. I had been eating random food… junks… that I shouldn’t have consumed if I love my body more than my taste bud. During those times, I slept at hours that even my sisters wouldn’t be proud of. I remembered abusing my body by stressing over petty stuffs that I wouldn’t even give a dime on my death-bed. Yet, despite all these nonsense, my body was very gracious.

Any time an impending searing throat is sensed, I would swiftly reach for a fast remedy and hope that ‘madam pain’ would leave me alone. And all these times, I had what it’s called ‘sweet escape’..but not without a warning each time. But those warnings lasted a day in my head and then my catch-me-if-you-can habit resurfaced in no time. Until, my body said enough is enough.

It is fascinating indeed that one’s senses grew stronger when one is hurting. I remembered I have been walking all my life thinking about other things but my feet. Never have I paused to be grateful that I have my body parts that are in good health and are able to support my being wherever I want to go or to do whatever I want to do. Until that day when I was too weak to even stand on my feet or move without sensing the thump on my head and breathe without feeling the heaviness in my chest.
When we take our body for granted, we would more often than not find it lashing back at us one fine day. When we refuse to listen to its little silent complaints, it will refuse us its cooperation one day because we are too busy minding other businesses when our body needs our big attention as well.

1 Cor 6: 19: Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own


P/S: Im so going to swim after I get well…anyone wants to come along? Or at least, bug me by making me accountable to this…hihihi…

i wish.

i wish i could be your perfect student
the kind that scores the best
and pleases you the most
when you said that is how my worth is measured by....

i wish, i wish, i wish
and i am still wishing.

Who is on who's side?

'Now when Joshua was near Jericho, he looked up and saw a man standing in front of him with a drawn sword in his hand. Joshua went up to him and asked, "Are you for us or for our enemies?"

"Neither," he replied, "but as a commander of the army of the Lord I have now come."
Then Joshua fell facedown to the ground in reverence, and asked him, "What message does my Lord have for his servant?"'

Joshua 5: 13-14

It is not about whose side is God on....
But the real question is "Are you on His side?". The battle is not Joshua's but Christ's.

Rev. Kong Hee.

Choice..

If you don't live out your dream, you'll be a victim of self-abuse. That's a choice.

he.

He caught my eyes. He sure did. The stripes and the perfect khaki tone of his top and the bottom garment scripted his simplistic personality. He had a layer of thin coat on one side of his shoulder and the sound of the train lady had finally reached his hypothalamus.

He dazed as he opened his eyes and lifted his body altogether; pulling his wheeled upright out of the filled-up compartment. His hair was tossed as it met the wind of the city. Bright day it was.

He followed the crowd and dissolved away before my very eyes, in that short moment.

Tourists...they do catch my attention.

Theory...

...too much of it, makes me sick.