This is the best thing I can come up with to get this blog (somehow) updated. This will contain bits and pieces of what has happened to be the past few days.

No, I won’t be posting the lyrics of some local love song, it that is what you had in mind when you read the title. I just thought it would be fun to use colors when I tell tales. I have talked to people who thought my life is dull. This one should give them a hint that it is, actually, colorful. (Yes, I am trying to sound creative. It would be understandable if you thought it isn’t creative sounding at all. I am writing this with an unsound creative mind.)

So, on with the colors.

Black. My college arts professor was the first person who told me that black is not a color and so are white and gray. I am including it just because. A box of crayons isn’t complete without the black crayon on it after all. The account would be incomplete if I do not include this.

This is Harry. I got him two weeks ago.

And this is the black bag that is intended to contain Harry while I am out and about. I know I still will be using it without Harry on it though. I got this one today.

White. I’ve already said it. This is not a color. This is so lame but I can still tell you about the box of crayons.

Mushu is now extra fun to be with. He’s a sweet, sweet dog and he sure got me through the sickness I had last week.

Pink and orange.

These are the very things that have kept me alive (pink: erithromycin, orange: biogesic). The swollen tonsils began effecting annoyance on me in the evening of June 10. Later that night, I was already having chills. I decided to go to bed hoping that it would all go away in the morning. I dreamed that I was really, really sick and when I woke up, my temperature has gone really, really high. I stayed in bed the whole day Thursday and Friday. I was only able to get out of the house on Saturday evening. I was not able to attend the leaders’ meeting and planning and was not able to sing with the team on Sunday too. The only thing I got to do was to push through with the cell group meeting I scheduled earlier in the week.

Purple and blue.

I bought a new devotional notebook/journal yesterday and it matches my Bible. Also, I use a blue pen to write on it and a purple marker to highlight important verses on my Bible.

That would be all for now. The other colors will have to come later. I still have some work to do.

“3…turn your face toward it. It will be under siege, and you shall besiege it. This will be a sign to the house of Israel.”

The promise of revival is true. The harvest is plentiful. There are a lot of people waiting for answers and explanations. The people of the Lord are supposed to be reaching the lost. But only a few are willing to forsake their own desires to join the others in working for the cause of Christ.

I have often prayed that God would grant me that unwavering passion for God and compassion for people. As of the moment, I believe that what I have just isn’t enough. I am not yet bold enough to face rejection. I am not yet courageous enough to just bring the Gospel into conversations with unbelievers. I am not being who I’m supposed to be and I apparently am not doing what I’m supposed to do. And then God gives me this: “..being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus(Philippians 1:6).”

Of this I am sure, it is only by the grace of God  that I will be able to do what He wants me to do. As of the moment, I shall be holding on to the fact that because I have surrendered myself to Him, He will use whatever He finds in me for His glory and for His purpose.