A Letter for My God's Best

Dear God’s Best,

Hi there! I am thinking of you once again. I'm not even sure if you know me or if we've met before. Weird huh? So many questions I want to ask, like where are you? Are you thinking of me too? Are you praying for us? So many thoughts I long to share. My impressions of you; experiences, etc. I want you to know that I’ve been praying about you. I hope you’re growing under God’s blanket of joy, hope and love. I hope you’re making our Father proud!

As for me, I’m doing good. I’m well taken care of. I’m blessed with a great set of parents, loving church family and cool friends. The abundance of God’s gifts in my life is truly overwhelming. Though at times I tend to forget all these, esp. when I am drawn to the busy-ness of life just like any other woman in her early 20’s.

Despite having an active lifestyle, thoughts of you still sprout once in a while. There are times I mistake you for some other people. Okay, I confess. There was boy number one who has your sincerity, followed by a boy number two who’s got your wisdom; then there’s boy number three who’s overly patient and understanding like you; and boy number four who’s got your leadership quality. I entered a cycle of confusion, disappointments and hurts. I thank God the intensities weren’t that severe because He pulled me whenever I tend to fall deeply.

I realized I was going through all those just to fill my emptiness, the “vacuum” in my heart. I had mine filled with persons who possessed a number of your traits. I knew you’d be hurt knowing that I’ve given pieces of my heart away, leaving only the remains. That’s why I decided to end the cycle. Funny thing was, at that very moment the song “People Need the Lord” started playing.

People need the Lord People need the Lord
At the end of broken dreams He’s the open door
People need the Lord People need the Lord
When will we realize People need the Lord

True. He is the answer.

I was born empty. I grew up longing for you. Some instances may have broken me even more. I had to struggle when God asked me to give all the pieces to him. How could I right? When all that's left of me were those fragile pieces. But when I did, He restored me and made me whole again. Now you will have my whole. Hope it goes the same with you. :)

Looking forward to seeing you.


In faith,

MJ

Why I keep coming back for more

Sunday services who needs it? Most of the time, I have heard what the pastor has to say. It wouldn't be something new. So why do I keep coming back for more every Sunday. I know that I have all these knowledge in my head. I know how to differentiate right from wrong. I realized that the problem is application. All the knowledge in the world is useless if we don't apply what we know in our daily lives.

It’s not that easy to be just and fair in everything we do in our lives. There will be times when you will lose to temptation and compromise. In my life, I have compromised myself a lot. I always defended my actions by saying the rest of the world is doing it. But I am always left with the guilt feeling and heavy heart. Uneasy of the decisions and choices I have made.

Ever since I started to attend Sunday services, you know that little voice that cries out. It’s not so little anymore; it has grown to become a powerful voice inside of me. It has developed to become an annoying voice that keeps me in check. The Sunday service is an instrument God uses to strengthen that voice inside of me.

I will tell you that life now is much more difficult. Everyday I am faced with choices that would test my convictions. I find myself making difficult decisions more and more each day, because of that annoying voice inside of me. There are still times I still fail, but I will not deny that life has become a lot more peaceful. Peace is starting to fill my heart. Joy is starting to fill my heart. I am now free of the burdens I used to carry. This is the reason I keep coming back for more.