Gratitude Project Day 10

Today I’m grateful for: PEACE!
Above all, I am also thankful that God is a prayer away and by prayer, I don’t mean long sessions (though also fun!) of things that we don’t really care about.
Prayer as in our Daddy God holding us in His arms letting us know that everything will be okay.
Thank you, Daddy God! I am ready for my “Ta-DA!” moments!

Blindingly

As I type this, my throat has healed and it no longer feels like a chainsaw is drilling it every time I open my mouth to speak (yes, you know I’m not well when I nod my head instead of explaining in detail why it’s a yes and not a no).

The moment I woke up yesterday I knew that something was wrong so I did the best thing that I could: run to the nearest drugstore and stock up on the antibiotics. I didn’t even consider “water therapy” or “resting”,  I knew I needed meds in my system and I couldn’t wait for the pain to go away.
Which really is the analogy of my life.
You see, I don’t like pain. 
Now, I’m not saying that anybody does but what I’m saying is the moment I feel pain, I run away. Now, I’m also not like Adele who thrives on pain and drama to make life more exciting but it’s safe to say that I’m not an unfeeling person.
I’m sort of in between. I know the importance of pain in one’s life but at the same time, I don’t think we should go ahead and experience it “just because”. I believe life is a series of choices and we can actually choose to be happy every single day of our lives no matter the circumstances.
Yet and still, pain is inevitable, the same way joy is.
The truth is, I love joy. I love happiness. I love happy endings. I love bright colors. I love seeing people happy.
So at the opposite of it is my disdain for anything dark and sad (this is the reason why I couldn’t sit through Girl With A Dragon Tattoo) but it is part of the world and Jesus said that in order for us to bring light to the world we must be brave enough to step out into the dark.
And that being said, I am such a wuss.
You see the same way that I try to run away from physical pain, I also try to run away from emotional pain.
You see, in the same way that I love joy and love love (refer to previous entry), I also love believing the best in people — to a fault.
I blindly trust and I blindly believe that this person is good without flaws and all. So imagine how I feel when the bubble pops and I’m left with a human being and not a Disney character.
So once that happens, I tend to be and I’m not exactly proud to say this judgmental.
There’s really no excuse for it but I believe that by seeing the worst in someone (though all I really see is the best) I get to take care of myself. I get to take care of my heart and ta-da, no more tears ma!
If I don’t expect good things from this person then I don’t get hurt and I can happily love this person from a distance and that distance is really fine with me.
But truth is, Jesus wants us to get our hands dirty. Jesus loves us with the kind of love that loves us even though we’ve hurt him so many times and by His grace, He asks us to do the same with others.
And just like a bratty child, I hide under the bed and shout a resounding no! 
But I realized that if I hide from pain, I am also hiding from possible sunshine in my life.
I also realized that I am a work in progress and so is everyone else and expectations shouldn’t be so high. If I want to truly love people, I have to love them for who they are and encourage them to be the best they could be without judgement and with enduring patience.
I should treat them the way I wish to be treated when I’m not my best (right now with my croaking voice?, yep, not really). 
So maybe I should crawl out from under the bed and seek to love them and just love them — blindingly.

Gratitude Project Day 8

Today, I'm grateful for banana pancakes ๐Ÿ™‚

There were so many good things that happened today and banana pancakes symbolized it just perfectly: the right amount of sweet & fluffy and makes you feel good inside.

Truly when we actively look for the good in life, we will find it.

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Love or Something Like It

“My dear children, let’s not just talk about love; let’s practice real love. This is the only way we’ll know we’re living truly, living in God’s reality. It’s also the way to shut down debilitating self-criticism, even when there’s something to it. For God is greater than our worried hearts and knows more about us than we do ourselves.”

1 John 3:18-20 (The Message)

I love love.

There is nothing I adore more than showering the people close to me with love in whatever shape, size or form. I also enjoy loving mean people into being, albeit very rare, still very fulfilling.

There’s just something about loving someone beyond yourself that excites me and makes me want to celebrate.

That being said, I have never really thought about the other side of love. The part where I allow others to peel away my layers and see me as me and for a reason entirely shocking to me — love me for me.

Because of certain fears and numerous rejections in the past, I have learned to put up ridiculously high walls and have perfected the art of pushing people away the moment they see me vulnerable.

And by love, I don’t mean the love we see on our social networking sites 24/7 but the kind of love Jesus himself displayed here on earth.

It is the kind of love that isn’t based on the superficial but rather the kind of love Jesus would have wanted you to display every single day — raw, messy and unnerving and yet, relentless.

I always have this fear (surprise, surprise) that when people begin to see the real, dorky me, they would all run away so I omit things or run away or stay comfortably within the fort I have constructed in the past six years. Nobody is allowed inside the fort (unless you’re Sheldon or Manny or Ted), the fort is sacred.

I thought that loving people without expecting anything in return is good enough. That I could go on merrily into the days of my life without being bothered because I have expected this simple fact.

However, what I didn’t realize is that part of loving people is allowing them to love you too — because Jesus isn’t selfish, he doesn’t demand for us to give everything and never get anything back. He has promised that as we give. the more we live because He fills us with himself.

I guess I read it and I heard it but never really understood what he meant. In a way, I have underestimated Jesus and His power to bring in people in my life who would love me for me — the way He does.

Again, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Truth is, being scared to let people in may say a thing or two about how I reflect on Jesus’ love for me.

A love so powerful and so unselfish that it brought him to earth to hang on the cross for things he did not do just so I can live a life away from the horrific is astounding enough for me.

But for Him to love me despite my nuisances and when all the layers are peeled away, like those times when i’m alone in my room, all cried out or when I finish off an entire bag of Reese’s Minis and later on deny it or when I feel utterly unlovable because I did something so shameful I can’t even mention it — is just mind blowing.

This kind of love is so big and so huge that there are days when I try to sweep it under the rug because that kind of love in the world today is so unimaginable that it can’t be real but is.

Believe me, I’ve wrestled with it. My pride tells me I could never, ever deserve so I might as well not accept it.

But that’s why Jesus came. He came for each and every one of us and no matter how many times we push away his hands that offer to wipe our tears away and hug us until we’re okay again, He won’t go away — ever.

Once we’ve set our eyes on Jesus, we might as well accept the fact that we are loved forever.

We never did anything to cause Jesus to love us, so at the same time, we could also never do anything to make Him stop loving us.

And in the world today, I have encountered people who have left the moment the saw the real me and I have lost faith that real people will stay despite my innate need to push everyone away. I never once thought that I was worthy enough to be loved like that so I’d rather not try or give anyone a chance.

But you know what, that means I have underestimated Jesus and His power to work through the people who loves him radically. I have forgotten that the Jesus who loves me this much also has the power to bring in people who would love me the way He does. That love is not limited to just loving the unlovable, but loving myself as well because when love for myself is depleted it would be really difficult to love others without expectation.

It’s really a cycle — all connected.

Once I truly accept with question that Jesus loves me and that His love is mine for all eternity, I will learn to relax a bit and maybe one by one, the walls of my fort will come down and I’ll start letting people, no matter how difficult it may be at first.

That maybe I should not longer give in to fear, but instead trust that Jesus knows what He is doing and that maybe my future relationships will make up for all the sad ones I’ve lost in the past.

That as I allow the love of Jesus to truly heal me, I begin to love the messy parts of myself a little bit more and trust that in the process, Jesus will send people who will love me not just for the part that I show them but also for the me that is both unstable and a bit neurotic.

I believe that as I continue to bask in the truth of Jesus, He will send relationships that will leave me secure and not the opposite. And that because of this love, the fort will be long gone with nothing left except relics of how I used to be and how far I’ve come.

And because of that, it does feel like a brand new day.

PS:

Special thanks to a friend who reminded me that fear is basically just that– fear ๐Ÿ™‚