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My ears are filled with not so strange sounds from a rescue operation. The scenario I mean. Now you imagine it; man on the radio, poor reception, battle still raging on, people shouting (be it a soldier or a civilian), gun shots, explosions... "Man down! Man down!" Are you hearing it more clearly now? If so, then we're both on with this. Keep on reading.  It's never a wonderful thing falling. Falling in love. (If you know the standards and have not yet met it, yes, it is not wonderful) Falling out of what have you. Falling and hitting the ground. Falling and hardly getting up. Seeing somebody fall. Falling on a trap. On  a miry clay. Hearing somebody fall. Seeing somebody hardly getting up. And vagueness in reading something about falling. It's something we don't usually talk about. It's something that doesn't catch our attention. But to whom & to what  it is connected it actually does.  To a man. Falling is quite a hard thing that can happen....

I was nearing in having the most excuses in His kingdom. Last night, off to bed I prayed and told God how I am no longer kneeling before Him for days now. Having to tell many reasons why I can't. And why I don't. Reasons which only grace can make valid. Thank You, Jesus. Even so, this morning... err, afternoon. Waking up in a high degree of room temperature which even dry goods can't contain, I know that it's not the summer weather... it's me having too much sleep! I thought about my long hours of sleep as wasting time. Very. I could've accomplished more things than the average idle thoughts I could produce on my mind. I took a strum on the guitar I borrowed from my brother (the spiritual brother). Then  sang choruses of God-exalting songs from Jesus Culture band.  Then I whispered a prayer and bowed for a fervent one.  I am in awe. I am awestruck by God's presence. How He would answer the prayer of the righteous. Again, that is by grace. And so it goes....

Don't act as if everything's okay . Something like that. Our Anatomy class professor told us yesterday.  If something's wrong, erase it. Then... draw it again.  Something like that. Our professor added. He just wanted things in order.  Drawings properly drawn.  College students not acting dumb.  His students really learning.  Tuition fee's a graduation assurance-worth.  And things that really  matter . Truly, it wouldn't hurt a wee of time having to erase some parts and draw again, since it's not going to be the whole image that you're gonna erase. Just some part of it. Just like what happens to us every single day. A 24-hours of drawing through rough edges or smooth surfaces, leaving dents on the pad. Still visible yet can be corrected. After all, if you get to finish it by having it done well ( in all honesty and having the conviction that you really did well ) you won't be disappointed anyway.  It won't hurt to just  erase some ...

I can't blog. I'm doing plates. I have had an awesome day. I have many smiles. :) Be blessed! Don't lose hope. This awesome day didn't start AWESOME anyway. You have to work out the FAITH. :) God bless you!

Before going to school. When things make me busy, When personal time is shortened, God's presence will be unhindered. I am hungry. I am longing. But never shall I waver with my conviction. I'm missing long hours of soaking in God's presence. But never shall it be missed. There's time for everything. 24-hours is 24-hours. It's enough. It's the hunger, not the time. P.S. A quick blog post. May we hunger more with the Spirit of God. It takes an effort of prayer to be able to seek Him. No worries, for God promised: "You will find me." P.S. It's not just about the song and how must I correlate it with the blog. I just wanna share the hunger for God's presence. How you've been lately? God bless you! -Carmel

Because I haven't posted anything yet this year, you might want to just let this one be posted. Enjoy! ABOUT ME.  My real name is Pia Izadora but those who know me well call me Ping, and some other names they could think of. Again, only those who know me well. I'm not really good at writing stuff in a descriptive form, however, I'll make it a point that I'll be relevant with what I'll be saying here. Writing is my favorite-est thing to do in the world. I love to write. I love how random thoughts would build up into something meaningful. Or is it?  Funny how I'd turn my sketchpad into a note pad. Can never let thoughts just  pass. But that doesn't make a traitor for visual arts . I chose and decided to take (for the third and last time) a degree in Fine Arts because I wanted to be good at something, and wanting to be better as plates go by. Also, I like to do things where I can pour my life to. And pouring out one's life into something by that I mean ...

I am not saying that I do not want it because He doesn't. I  will not want  it 'cause it's OBEDIENCE. © All Rights Reserved by Flickr member  Katie ...There is nothing good outside the realm of God's will.   "Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we're in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he's there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls! " -Hebrews 12:1-3  -John Bevere, Under Cover   --- It's an awesome blessing from God to have read this today. Every words are so powerful. I had a wonderful t...