Sunday, December 28, 2008

hi, again.

hi, again.
i was just wondering
if you could let me know
what it is i'm fighting for?
i'm dying to know,
and at this rate,
i might die before i ever really begin
the fight.

Monday, December 1, 2008

I hate the game.
The game of pretending not to care when you really, really do. Why is it that we feel compelled to hide the truth. We are so utterly terrified of the truth, of exposure, of vulnerability. Instead we pretend we are impenetrable, we hide ourselves behind hobbies and the things we like and we deny that anyone may have broken down a wall, or touched us in any way, because that means they have gained the power to hurt us. I am terrified that if I let you know, I might lose the slimmest chance I've got. But is passively watching that light of hope flicker and burn out much better? No. Really, it's torture. I want you to know that I care, just not how much. But I don't want to lose the game. But I don't even want to play the game. I'm arguing with myself. I wish I could get out of my own head. I wish I could break out of this prison.
If I do this now, I'll regret it later. But If I don't do anything now, I'll regret it later. I don't know I don't know I don't know.
I tried to suppress your presence in my conscience. Instead you appeared in my dreams. A shadow of you, or who I thought you to be. Last night you told me what it was that drove you off. You said it was because there were too many superiority issues. Everything done was done to impress, and you didn't want that. I don't know where it came from, this wasn't a thought of mine (I don't think, but of course, I could be wrong). I don't want to give it any heed at all. Half of me wants to forget that you ever happened. And the other half wishes it wasn't over. Where is the middle ground?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

I guess I really am a hopeless dreamer

I had a dream about you the other night. It was just like it was before, and then you left. I woke up, but fell back asleep in the hopes that you would reenter my dream. I kept dreaming and dreaming, but you never came back.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I feel like such a failure.
Why can't I fucking engage?
Why am I so apathetic?
Why do I do this to myself, and why can't I stop?
How can I fix it?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Is it too much to ask?

Please, I just want a bit of fucking honesty.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Less About Control (inspired by Sherin)

I stumbled upon a firefly
the brightest I have ever seen;
through the barricades of darkness
his shining radiance broke.
For a while
this firefly kept me company
ignited me with his light
and made me see beauty
through his outward glow.
I wish you could count
on a firefly to stay,
but one never can.
If you contain a firefly
in a jar,
the light that once shone so bright
will only diminish.
I won't be responsible
for extinguishing the glimmer,
I'd rather nurture it
into a flame that spreads
until the whole world is lit,
ablaze with mystery
and enraptured by beauty.
My best friend sings,
'What I know is that life
is less about control
than it is
about love',
and the song repeats in my head
and resonates in my heart.
So I will let
the firefly wander his course
and pray that it leads back to me.
In the meantime if he has work to do,
others to set aglow
and bring hope to;
I'm grateful for this gift.
I have a light of my own to work on,
but just in case
I will keep a candle in the window
for him.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

you say one thing
you do another
this is not news
to the world
it happens all the time.
just know that
i can deal.
for all your shit,
i can deal.
for all your lies,
i can deal.
for all your shortcomings,
i can deal.
sticks and stones.
not that i don't have my own.
and i'll deal with those too.
i'm the little engine that could
and i can i can i can.
and i will,
and maybe after a while
you won't lie
and you won't leave,
maybe you'll even care.
maybe after a while
it will be two against the world
instead of just one.
maybe i believe that
you're worth the trouble.
i don't know what i see,
but whatever it is, is real,
and that's what i want.
so throw me your best,
take a shot,
i'm already taking on the world,
so how much more difference
could you possibly make?

Dancing at Gunpoint

Running through a minefield
desperately trying to dodge
the glancing blows,
They explode carelessly
as if they were unaware
of an innocent life
trying to escape
Or perhaps more as if
they were making a mockery,
like the man who points a gun
at another's feet
and commands, "dance!"
I'm dancing at gunpoint.
I'm weaving through the explosives.
And I'm dancing at gunpoint.
I tire, I weaken,
but I keep on,
and wait for a second wind,
and hope that there's a third,
and a fourth,
and maybe, if I'm lucky,
a fifth.
I grit my teeth and bear it,
and retaliate with a smile,
because it's all I can do
to keep from exploding

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Suck on this.

If I go out, I want it to be with a heart wide open and guns blazing.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

We'll make magic.

I delve into worlds of fantasy,
immerse myself deep
in the realms of imagination.
I get lost in a place
I make for myself,
a place so beautiful,
so magical and legendary
that I become intoxicated by
its sweet nectar.
Mental mystics,
and escape artists
all would do well here,
we strive for the same.
A place so profoundly inspiring
in its tragedy,
so uplifting in its vulnerability,
so rich in its mystery,
and so intriguing in its truth,
that it might stop all of time
in order to allow each soul
to spend eternity
paying (and receiving)
the homage of which it is worthy.
It is enough to captivate my heart
and take my breath away,
I would die for such a place,
I would take all, the best and worst,
parts of myself,
and create,
Create until there was nothing left of me
and I had given all myself,
invested my life
in this world I believe in,
this world that must exist
for I could not without it.
I would create until I could no more,
that others might taste the beauty
of this world,
perfect in its imperfection,
human in its pain
and strengthening in its immortality.
Come and create with me
we'll pour our lives
into a well-spring of life itself.
We'll give all we have
and gain eternity.
This, it seems,
is something worth fighting for.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Genesis 12

The altars I build are not of praise,
or thanks,
but of pain.
They mark my steady progression
into nothingness.

But isn't it better to be real,
than a suffocating lie?
From where I stand,
a mortal,
either way suggests
a coffin,
for a premature death.
Death to myself,
or death to what I once loved
(or have I already died to both)?
My chances don't look so good.
Grim, in fact,
and awaiting harvest.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Hot or cold but not lukewarm.

Friday, October 10, 2008

what time is made of

I'll never again feel what I'm thinking.
Or think what I'm feeling.
I can't distinguish either anyway.

Perhaps one day when I'm old
(and somewhat wrinkled),
i'll play an old mixtape.
I'll become,
once again, the gist of what
I was,
those days when I made the tape.
And even the feelings and thoughts
that remain anonymous
will be there.
I'll laugh and I'll smile perhaps
what is the (somewhat toothless) smile
of someone
who has felt and seen and thought

Or perhaps not, the irony here being
that only time
will tell.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

reality's a bitch

The only thing I can say for certain that I believe anymore is in the existence of God. I no longer know His nature or intent, I no longer know Him. This isn't supposed to be great poetry or anything, it's just kind of word vomit.

To sort through the rubbish
to pick out the lies
and the gone-wrongs
is cutting
me loose
of all the wires
that ever tied me
to anything.
Now that I am
I am disconnected
as a floating
In thinking through all
I lost all,
and what caused me to think
was losing all.
It is a lose-lose situation
and now what?

I have nothing,
I am fighting
for survival,
I am convinced that
You laugh,

How is it that
a single existence
so void of anything
can be so painful?

Where the fuck is this love You claim to have for me?

Maybe I failed You
maybe You no longer have eyes
for me.
All I know
is that when You
no longer saw value in me,
I no longer saw anything
in myself,
or outside of myself
to suggest that the world
had any value.

It is tragic
for youth to lose
it is tragic when the world
fails to shine
and promise.
It is heart-breaking
and it is
it is reality
and it is a bitch.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I'm scared of who I'm becoming.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

I can't be right.

I don't know what is wrong with me. I've never been so far gone before. I'm holding so much resentment that it just makes me indifferent to everything. And then for one brief shimmering moment I will remember God, remember Him, and in that brief moment I want it back. I want to be able to break down all the barriers that are cutting me off, I want to give it all up, give it all away, say 'fine'. And then the moment passes and I'm left more determined not to.

I can't stand the thought of leaving again. And I've given up trying to make it seem ok. I keep thinking to myself that if only I stayed, I could be happy here. I could. I could get myself somewhere to stay, I could look after myself, I wouldn't have to leave everything behind again. But deep down I know that I couldn't do it. I would feel like I failed myself, failed God (not that I haven't already), failed to live up to everything that's in store for me.

I guess I'm pretty angry because I feel like I've tried so hard this year. I've tried to give it up time and time again, and I feel like I've had no help from God whatsoever. Heals the broken hearted, my ass. And I'm completely broken, and I'm still trying. I'm still going back. I gave up looking for help from Him, and I don't know how much longer I can do this on my own.

From my journal a couple months ago:
It makes me wonder if the rest of my life fits into the box I have so willingly provided, having labeled it "God's Plan For My Life".

It makes me a little bit angry. Don't I have the right to know about my own life? Apparently not.

To choose "right" is to choose to have no say over one's life, it seems to me. Shall I choose to give up all my say over my life just because You know best?

I can't be right without choosing what You want.

Why can't I do anything right on my own? So if I am good, I bind myself to another's will, and become a servant.

And I shouldn't have such a problem with this, since you have paid the price, but for my pride and ego.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Jesus Loves the Dinos

James showed me this, and it was so epic I had to put it up.

God: Referee or Coach?

So through my time at SPU, I became pretty tight with one of my professors. Dr. Thorpe. He was my English professor for my introduction-to-college course. I started going to his office to talk pretty frequently. My good friend Grace and I even went together sometimes, because we're his number one fans. Anyway there was this one day I remember, when we were talking about... God's direction. And Grace mentioned that it bugged her when people called an event/realisation in their life "A God Thing"; and suddenly we found ourselves arguing about how involved God is in human lives, while Dr. Thorpe sat back and watched and chortled.

I came from the standpoint that God is actively involved in our lives, and that we should give him heaps of credit or whatev. Grace, on the other hand, believed that God had very little involvement, and that people were stupid to read too much into coincidental occurrences. Since that day, my belief has changed drastically, has swung to the polar opposite, and then somehow dropped itself in the middle.

Grace's standpoint gave God the role of a sort of coach, if I may use really dumb analogies. He equips us with instruction, but at the end of the day has to let us do what we want, and He stands at the side lines, watching (Deists often compare God to a "watchmaker"). From my old view, God was more of a referee. On the pitch with us, laying down the law and all that sort of thing. This view involves less choice-making abilities for us as humans, but by our actions we also essentially choose the consequences.

I used to talk to God as I went about my day, I would drop in prayers here and there, I would sometimes make a running commentary (and would probably annoy the hell out of God (haha.. the hell)) on my life or what I was doing, I would crack jokes with him (yeah not sure what He thought of those, either). I used to say lengthy prayers before I fell asleep. I often found I couldn't sleep until I had prayed (and don't tell God I said this, but prayer is quite a good method in putting oneself to sleep). Lately, though, things have been different. I don't talk to God at all. I will have the rare quick word, but this pretty much only happens when a) I see an ambulance drive past, and I pray for the people inside, or b) someone asks me to pray for them.

Before, I believed God was active in my life because I actively included Him in my life. Now, I'm still holding God off at arm's distance, and He has no involvement (that is not to say that He can't use others to influence me, but direct influence is no more), simply because I do not want it. And so, I have come to the conclusion that it is subjective. It varies for different people, based on their attitudes and openness to God. God will be as involved in your life as you want, and though He may always be knocking on the door, if you say no, He hears it.

And I know that if you read this, you probably want some kind of explanation as to why I'm holding God at arm's distance, and are all concerned or whatever. It's because I'm in pain. And because I hate the road that He has laid out before me. And despite my anger and resentment, I am trying to walk it. Just so you know. I am trying.


'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.

Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I--I hardly know, sir, just at present--at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!'

'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.'

'I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.

'I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, 'for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'

Friday, June 27, 2008

Speeding Cars//Imogen Heap

Here's the day you hoped would never come
don't feed me violins
just run with me through roads of speeding cars.
The papercuts, the cheating lovers,
The coffee's never strong enough.
I know you think it's more than just bad luck.

There there baby,
it's just text book stuff,
it's in the ABC of growing up.
Now now darling
oh don't lose your head,
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah.

Sleeping pills know sleeping dogs lie
never far enough away.
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I've watched you slowly winding down for years
You can't keep on like this...
Now's a bad a time as any.

There there baby
it's just text book stuff,
it's in the ABC of growing up.
Now now darling
oh don't kill yourself,
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah.

It's ok by me..

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Skip This Rant.

I am so fucking angry.
Why is Your way always the hardest.
Why does it hurt the most.
And why don't I have a choice.

I don't want this.
But the clock keeps ticking,
and there's nothing I can do.

How can you expect me to let it all go,
when I'm immersed in memory,
and it's bittersweet.

I hate You.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Thou givest fever: what a lovely way to burn.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

"In place of economic self-interest, Christians will strive for an economics of sharing and care; competitive individualism replaced by community cooperation: an economics of exploitation gives way to an economics of stewardship; unceasing economic growth is replaced by a contented lifestyle of 'enough'; and in the face of an oppressive politics of power and control, Christians will seek justice through service and cross-bearing."
- Brian Walsh

If only.

Friday, May 9, 2008

to hell

To hell with it all.
We'll run away,
and the note will say,
don't be expecting us back
anytime soon.
Or ever.

Damn it all.
We'll leave this place,
this godforsaken place.
We'll hop the train,
and get out of here:
as far away from here
as ever there was.

We won't need the money
or these useless possessions
that clutter and serve only
to gather dust.
We'll leave it all behind
on memory lane.
And then forget it all.

To hell with it all.
And to hell.

Friday, April 25, 2008

My Psychology

My Psychology: who I am and why I am the way that I am.
A paper I wrote for Dr. Thorpe.

So why do I disengage? It would be easy to dismiss this as a personality trait, simply ‘the way that I am’; but I’m going to try to look deeper than that. It could be to do with my upbringing. My parents never asked me to talk to them about my emotions or what I was going through. I still would, when I wanted. But it was, for the most part, my initiation. I think that this taught me not to ask when I didn’t need to. Not to be a nuisance. I generally relied on myself. I got through things myself. I could figure out the answers, I could do it on my own.

I might also say that living in Hong Kong made me realise how temporary relationships can be. Unlike a small town in which everyone lives their whole lives, Hong Kong is a place where people come and go frequently, often settling only for a year or two at a time. Because of this I saw many friends come and go, I developed deep friendships that were constantly uprooted. 

Perhaps I’ve gone off of deep, dependent relationships because I know that goodbyes hurt. Perhaps I’ve become unwilling to open up to others because I know it won’t last. Everything is temporary, so what’s the point? But I don’t believe this is the case. I don’t run away from deep relationships, I treasure them. But why am I more detached than I think I am?

I’ve always admired those who were strong, able to suppress their emotions – suck it up and get on with it. And I think I’ve always striven to be that way myself, to be hard and unemotional, maybe because emotion seems to be the root of a lot of foolishness. Maybe because it makes life a lot more simple when you don’t have to deal with all of that inward junk. The funny thing is that in suppressing emotions rather than facing them, you’re allowing for a complicated mess, not easily sorted or fixed or even understood. And I suppose that that is what I’m dealing with now. I am trying to disentangle the mess of my emotions and thoughts that I have built up over the years in order to get to the bottom of who I really am, not who I present myself to be.

My intuition has always been a huge way for me to gauge the ways and feelings of others, and God. I’m discovering now that I place too much weight upon my intuition, and I have become overly dependent on it in figuring out what I’m supposed to do. I think that it has been a help and a hurdle. I feel like it gives me a great capacity for understanding others, and I’ve failed to realise that others might not have the same ability to understand me in my self-isolation. As a result, I don’t say things that I assume others know, things that they don’t know and things that I ought to say. And I don’t express my feelings well enough because I expect them to get it. I’ve come to realise in recent years that this has been the cause of a barrier in friendships. I assume that they know me through and through, and in making this assumption I stop giving of myself.

When I left Hong Kong, my best friend gave me a letter at the airport, which I read on the airplane. It made me realise faults that I’d never known I’d had in our friendship. She stated her insecurities about our relationship which were based on my inaction and distance, which could easily be misconstrued as indifference. It was difficult for me to read, and it hurt me to realise that I was the cause of so much pain to one of the people I love the most, simply because of the things that I did not do.

In a way, this is just how I am. I process things internally; I am a very private person. Where my best friend placed value on everything in the relationship as a sign of how much I cared, I was very selective in what I deemed important. She was very right, and I recognised it as my weakness. I tend to be very absent minded, and while I feel that I can understand people very deeply, I tend to overlook the little things, and generally expect others to do the same. It’s a lesson to me to be more sensitive. To show people that I care, and that I value them. One of my friends recently told me that he feels as though we have gotten closer since leaving Hong Kong. This surprised me at first, mostly because of the infrequency of our emails, but I suppose it makes sense. Given that he’s not an active part of my life anymore, I have to more explicitly explain what is going on with me in my emails. And I guess he feels like I’m being more open and honest, whereas I simply feel like I’m keeping up. It is weird to realise how distant I can be in relationships without my realisation, and my independence has definitely been a barrier for others, and difficult to break down.

Next: my pride. My pride has been fostered, I suppose, by the various walls and barriers I have so conveniently placed around myself. I suppose in isolating myself so much from others, and keeping my core impenetrable, I became to think of myself as untouchable. I suppose I thought I was doing it all on my own strength, I suppose I still do. I don’t give God enough credit, and this is another place I stumble. Since I choose not to rely on Him, I can take all of the credit, right? I know the answer is ‘Wrong’, but it feels as though it shouldn’t be. 

In a way this kind of gets to me because it raises a whole other issue: to what extent can we take credit for our actions? It is common to hear people give credit to God for their good deeds. This is based on the belief that all good comes from God; He is the ultimate source of all goodness, or goodness itself. So if we have 'free will', why should everything good we choose to do be accredited to God when all of the other decisions we make are solely our own responsibility? And if God gets all of the rightful credit, are we really just incapable of good? When we make a decision that is 'good', it is only because of God's goodness that is within us (since we are made in His image). If only our wrong actions are truly our own, does this mean that our only choice in 'free will' is to choose evil, since we don't have the capacity, on our own, to choose good? But this is another essay for another day.

Anyway, I suppose an element of my emotional detachment was that it made me feel less human. It made me feel as if I was above all that – emotional turmoil, blind passions, foolishness. I felt like it put me on a higher playing field, I wasn’t one of the weak ones, I would not give in to fleeting emotion, instead I would remain calm and rational. And while I never expressed these feelings of arrogance to anyone, I nurtured them within myself. In fact I have always acted on the behalf of others, placing them above myself and putting their needs before my own. And while this stems from genuine care and concern for the wellbeing of others, it became yet another good deed on my part to fuel my pride. My caring for others fed my egocentricity. Oh the irony.

I have spent the better half of this year trying to break my pride. It is a difficult process, but extremely important. I’m taking a different approach than I’ve tried before. Instead of constantly trying to push these thoughts deemed ‘impure’ or ‘unholy’ out of my head, I am facing them. I am questioning myself about them. I am trying to understand them, and trying to understand their place in me. Before I would ignore my impurities, yet this did nothing to prevent my pride from taking hold. Now I confront myself in honesty, all that I am, and I am trying to act on it. I am trying to see myself as God sees me. I am a sinner. I am so wrong. I have no idea about anything. I am allowing myself to acknowledge that I have wrong feelings, thoughts or emotions. And in finally acknowledging my sins, I am realising just how much of a sinner I am. I am realising that I cannot do this on my own. I am realising how much I need God. I am realising that I am dependent upon His Grace. I am realising that I am no better than anyone else. I am realising that I don’t have all of the answers.

Just one question: what is the greater sin: to live in pride blindly, or to live in pride acknowledging one's own arrogance?

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

hello, i am

What kind of fucking intersection
is this,
that a
roads branch out from it.
What kind of fucking mess
is this,
that a 
choices hang suspended,
awaiting my decision.

This is the Game of Life,
I am Your pawn.

Upon my chest
a tag that reads,
hello, I am expendable. 

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

God's Labyrinth

There is a reason that my blog is entitled 'Destination:Beautiful'. I know it's the title of a Mae album. And I love that album. But Mae is not the point. The point is that we are striving for a destination, and I'm sure you can guess that I'm about to say 'and that destination is beautiful'. From a Christian perspective, for me this means a destination not only in the sense of reaching heaven, but in a sense of achieving beauty in this life - beauty through a deeply personal relationship with God. And the while the journey doesn't end there, by no means (HECKZ NO!!!!), there is still a sense that we have achieved our purpose.

"The Journey is the Destination" also has huge significance to me. It comes from a journal of the artist Dan Eldon, who lived an amazing life, traveling through Africa and countless other countries reaching out to people. I love his artwork (check it if you get a chance, his journals are absolutely incredible). He poured so much of himself into what he did. And I believe that the journey in itself is so much of what the destination is. After all, we are only the product of our journey at the end.

I've been feeling, very heavily lately, an overwhelming sense of a journey that I am on. It is not physical. One might say it's something of a pilgrimage. What I seek is the truth. I seek to know my Faith. I want to know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, what I believe and why I believe it. I have been so furiously sorting and processing all sorts of information and experiences since my arrival, and I feel that I'm really getting to the core of this whole faith business. Realising so much, taking in so much that I can't hold it all in. I want to know my God, and myself. Who am I? And more importantly, who am I in relation to God?

Today I did a Labyrinth walk. It was good for me, a sort of physical embodiment of my thought process and emotions, a symbolic way for me to understand. It encourages a lot of reflection. And as I was walking I began to thank God. For such a beautiful city, for University Scholars, for the SMC program (or opportunity), the weather, the friends I have made, the people I have met. And then I surprised myself. I began to thank Him for the hurt. For the anger and resentment and pain I went through. I thanked Him for the suffering that led me to this very moment. That suffering has probably been the most valuable part of my experience thus far, and has caused me to look far beyond myself.

I've realised that I'm finally rejoicing in the gift God has given me. Yes, coming here has been a gift. Not a punishment, not a trap. A gift. And finally, in releasing all of the harmful emotions that I harboured for so long, I am freeing myself to receive the gift. I haven't only been freed from the suffering that I experienced in coming here, but also that which I have held onto throughout the years. How stifled I felt because of IB, how little I grew as a person in those two years, how little I felt like striving to be the best I can be. And now I can't keep track of my growth. I'm living again - and really living. I feel like I can finally smile again. I feel like I'm glowing.

Oh I don't know. It's all been a rather odd experience.

[There is much more to come. Posts concerning Human Nature and Mortality and all sorts of thoughts that have been floating around in my head lately]

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

the end of winter

and now

I decided that Xanga died, finally, so here I am. I am moving the imprint of my very soul to this blogspot. Xanga stopped being about the words, so I called out. Besides that, I'm in a whole new phase of my life, which, I think, deserves a fresh start & new journal. Yes? Yes.

My old xanga will forever be open, however. Feel free to visit if you like:


As I look back on my writing from a mere two months ago, I'm amazed as to how it can possibly only have been two months since. And I'm amazed that I have already been in Seattle for sixth months. This marks my two-thirds of the way through the school year. A few more months and I fly back to Hong Kong.

I've been meaning to faithfully journal and keep track of my thoughts, because I know what a process this has been/is continuing to be. However life has been life, and that is my excuse for failing to write as much as I would have liked. I'm stunned by how far I've come. Stunned that it has happened in two months. I feel like I've grown in leaps and bounds.

"Good things take time, but great things happen all at once." I know that Rat Race might not be the most philosophical and intelligent movie to quote (although it seriously questions human greed and motivation), but seriously. It's so true. And now I have an answer to my previous question of waiting for God to unravel The Intricate Plan. I know it's not fully unravelled yet, and that's what's so exciting about living. I can't wait to see what He throws at me next, it's fun.

God never fails to amaze me with His impeccable timing and insight into exactly what I need and when I need it. My life, though others may not be able to so easily recognise it, is a testimony of God's provision and grace. I am so lucky to be where I am and to have what I have, even though I don't always appreciate it like I should (I daresay I never appreciate it as much as I should). I'm continually amazed at what is happening in my life. It's funny, but I suppose it shouldn't be surprising, how God is always one step ahead of me on everything. Maybe that's why He's so quiet sometimes. When I pray He's just sitting up there chuckling and all "just wait to see what I've got lined up for you next". Well guess what, God, I can't wait. Bring it on.

I'm through the bitterness and the anger. I feel like I wrestled them to the end, it is an exhausted subject. And finally I'm not only accepting this life, but I'm making the most of it. I'm engaging in it. I'm beginning to give, and in giving I'm beginning to receive infinitely more than I could have imagined ever getting out of this experience. It's ok, you can read that sentence again. I did.

So really I'm excited. I'm looking forward now.

Don't get me wrong, I am by no means saying that everything is perfect and that that is the only reason for my joy. Hellz no. I still struggle with pain and sorrow; I still reminisce x 97834782. But I'm refusing to dwell in it. Refusing to fuel those emotions, because it won't get me anywhere.

I'm actually excited.


This is taken from something I wrote for class.

The First:

"He will endure as long as the sun, as long as the moon, through all generations. He will be like rain falling on a mown field, like showers watering the earth." Psalm 72:5-6

"In him and through him we may approach God with freedom and confidence." Ephesians 3:12

As I was reading tonight, these verses stood out to me. And now it is you, and me, and this journal alone in the night, and now I realise how little solitude I've had these past four months.

Everything just seems like one massive blur. I did my IB exams, summer came and went, I left Hong Kong, I came to this country, and that was nearly four months ago. What exactly has filled that space?

I can't begin to describe the changes I'm going through, I'm in a different world. Yet all this time and I don't believe that I've sat down to simply reflect on what it has all meant, even though it has weighed heavily on my mind. I've definitely taken the time to bitch and moan about how hard it has been. I've also taken the time trying to persuade myself and everyone else of how great things will be.

There have been moments of elation and moments of misery. An odd blend of excitement and love at discovering the new mixed with lament of the old.What strikes me is how temporary everything has become - my parents moved back to Minnesota, my home is gone, and now I stand on shifting sands.

When ever I feel as if life is a joke and that I have become the punch line, I like to go and sit in Martin's "square" in front of the inscription of Matthew 28:19-20, "And surely I will be with you always, to the very end of the age". I take huge comfort in this passage, and it truly shows that while all else may be submitted to change, God is a constant. My constant.

This relates back to the Psalm passage I quoted. Because God is eternal, and He is in everything, making all things beautiful. I want, instead of misery, to recognise this beauty, to be able to rejoice in it, marvel at this gift. It truly is a miracle that God has extended His hand to me, answered my prayers, and in the midst of my complaints and angst, maintained an extended hand. It is utterly amazing. My life must be worth something to Him, that where I would squander it, He would redeem it, and revive the dead in me (even as I kick and scream). How lucky I am, to have such a loving God.

I also (without having said so, though I'm saying it now) have sworn to myself to be honest (or to "approach God with freedom and confidence" as is written in good ol' Ephesians). I want to be real about what I'm going through. Up until about a week ago I'd been denying to admit to myself how badly I hurt. But I realised that in recognising and acknowledging that pain, I begin the healing process. I suppose I am grieving my loss, my home, my old life. But above all I know that God's plans are to prosper me and not to harm me, and I have full trust in my creator.

The Second:

Submission. This is something I need to have peace with. In the third or so week of my life here at SPU, there was a guest speaker at Group who delivered a message on God's calling for one's life, and being taken out of one's comfort zone. His message resonated so deeply within me and my life that I completely broke down. It was humiliating. I believe completely that it is God's will that I am here, and I am willing. However, coming to terms with this seems to me a whole different matter. In my recently adopted attitude of an honest approach to my true feelings and experiences, I feel that I have begun to come to grips with my life, but I know that I still have much further to go.

I feel that now I'm here I'm expecting a radical change and growth spurt within myself, yet I don't believe that God intends it to simply happen while I sit here. I know that He will provide the opportunities for me to grow and mature, and so the task is to wait for God's timing for now. To wait. Sit and wait and let go of my anxiety and expectations. To allow God to unravel His plans for my life.

A question featured in Spiritual Classics on submission is "Was there a time in my life when I was resentful against my own life circumstances and may have questioned God's providence? How did I deal with that?"

Yes. I still feel resentment. Anger. Confusion. Pain. I don't know what I am doing here, I often ask God that question (in a more angry way). Many times I feel as though I can't take it anymore, yet thus far God has given me the grace to continue. I struggle with it everyday - my hatred at being here and yet knowing that it is for my own good and that somehow I must deal with it.

Acceptance. Much, much easier said than done. Honestly, I really don't want to accept that this is my new reality. I don't want to move on from everything I've known. In a way I feel that this many be due in part to a fear that I might lose my sense of identity if Hong Kong is in my past - it has certainly moulded me and shaped me into everything I am.
I must practice Acceptance. I will try.

The Third:
"The beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair" Relient K
God gives us what we don't deserve and doesn't give us what we do deserve.

Grace is what sets Christianity apart from other religions. Many people think 'how could God become incarnate to die for our sins? That's so ungodly.' And I know it might sound awful, but I think 'how couldn't He?' I believe that humans are inherently good. I think. I haven't fully decided on that one yet. However it is impossible for us to lead a perfect life worthy of heaven. No one (save Jesus.. pun!) has ever done it. We all inevitably fall into sin. How could a loving God with the full knowledge of our susceptibility to sin leave us to our own fate? He had to save us.

He had to be compassionate. He had to care enough to reach out and help us, because He made us the way that we are. He knows our vulnerabilities and how prone we are to give in. He knows we can't do it on our own.

I don't understand how people can believe in earning their way into heaven through good deeds and righteousness. It can't be done. We're only human. God understands this, and Jesus' death is the ultimate proclamation of love. That even though we really aren't worth it, God sacrificed His son for us because we are helpless.

This is how I know that God understands me. He knows I'm going to sin, but He cares so much that He took care of that thousands of years ago.

I don't like the idea of a detached and distant God, who will not relate to His people. Why would a God worth believing in create us if not to relate to/with us?
Who is he that can deny such a gift.
God is fully involved in every aspect of our lives, if we let Him be, and He lays the choice before us.
I do not want a God who denies me in my humanity.
I want a God who can love me in my lowest of lows.