That feeling when you question why you are here. These few days I have been feeling the need to go home, but then I realise i'm not home. You know.
But oh well, things like this make me happy. (Oh and the Thunder win earlier today!)
Reality check needed.
Friday 30 October 2015
Thursday 29 October 2015
Camp
Some days, some good days, some bad days, you just want to go back home.
It seems strange living alone. It feels like camp. A really long camp. But you know eventually, someday you are going home. Just not yet.
Sometimes, if you don't hear it long enough, hearing your dad's voice makes you smile. Sometimes, when your mom asks you how are you, you just want to cry and laugh and smile all at the same time.
Sometimes, you miss home. Sometimes, you don't.
Right now, I miss home.
Monday 26 October 2015
Grateful
Hello,
after what seems like eternity I am back. Yes blogger I am back. I am still trying to figure a way to transfer previous posts to blogger but apparently all the free plug ins are not available. I will figure it out.
But again. Today Jesus has been showing off. He tends to do that cause he has every rights. But for real. This weekend and my Monday was my best days yet. (can you believe it keeps getting better?)
Being a sponsored student, money was a crucial concern. On the other hand, not getting money would be a worrisome ordeal. I manage to turn an email conversation (that sounded like accusations/blaming to and fro) into something positive. On top of it, I got both parties to benefit, and from the conversation, we resolved to solve our financial situation. This has been a great ordeal because we have not been able to contact the sponsors. Clearly, their cooperation was a blessing, and right now I can sit back and not worry.
So over the weekend, I lost my ID. It was probably the rain. The chaos of trying to keep dry and stay away from puddles left me overly concerned about everything else. Somehow, it was lost. When the weekend past and I still couldn't find it, I decided to go to get a new ID from the union. But some kind soul, a stranger, walked to the union with my ID and returned it. What were the odds? But guess what? Out of the thousands, Jesus allowed the person who actually bothered, to pick up my ID and return it to the Union. So. With that being said; I found my ID. I was ecstatic and I've never felt more loved or looked after.
Soon later, I found out the classes I was going to take over the break had dates that were perfect. School would not be interfered and that was such a "Told ya I can do it, Eugenia" from God. Classic.
So so overwhelmed. Felt so so loved today.
after what seems like eternity I am back. Yes blogger I am back. I am still trying to figure a way to transfer previous posts to blogger but apparently all the free plug ins are not available. I will figure it out.
But again. Today Jesus has been showing off. He tends to do that cause he has every rights. But for real. This weekend and my Monday was my best days yet. (can you believe it keeps getting better?)
Being a sponsored student, money was a crucial concern. On the other hand, not getting money would be a worrisome ordeal. I manage to turn an email conversation (that sounded like accusations/blaming to and fro) into something positive. On top of it, I got both parties to benefit, and from the conversation, we resolved to solve our financial situation. This has been a great ordeal because we have not been able to contact the sponsors. Clearly, their cooperation was a blessing, and right now I can sit back and not worry.
So over the weekend, I lost my ID. It was probably the rain. The chaos of trying to keep dry and stay away from puddles left me overly concerned about everything else. Somehow, it was lost. When the weekend past and I still couldn't find it, I decided to go to get a new ID from the union. But some kind soul, a stranger, walked to the union with my ID and returned it. What were the odds? But guess what? Out of the thousands, Jesus allowed the person who actually bothered, to pick up my ID and return it to the Union. So. With that being said; I found my ID. I was ecstatic and I've never felt more loved or looked after.
Soon later, I found out the classes I was going to take over the break had dates that were perfect. School would not be interfered and that was such a "Told ya I can do it, Eugenia" from God. Classic.
So so overwhelmed. Felt so so loved today.
I want something more, a life worth fighting forI don't need a reason, to set the world on fireAnd burn a little bit brighter nowThere's something beautiful hiding in the shadowsSo set the world on fireLet's burn a little bit brighter now
Brighter, Against the Current
Saturday 3 October 2015
Living on One
I watched a video about two guys who wanted to know what it was like to live under a dollar a day & it changed my life, for real.
So, one part that really got me was when one of the villagers (Antonio) and his family (of four kids) cooked a special dish for Chris, Zach, Sean and Ryan. They had so little yet they willingly gave so much. Let me explain how little they live on - the whole family, six individuals (including a baby) live on $1.25 on average. Some days are worse, some days, better. Yet, Antonio personally offered and told them that they can come over anytime, for food, shelter, and he will try his best to provide for them. Wow.
I wonder, how can someone with so little, love that much?
Another thing that struck me was that these families had to constantly choose between feeding their children or sending them to school (for a decent education). No parent should ever have to decide between these choices.
This movie is an eye opener. Everyone should watch it. Guys, I am so ashamed. I don't think I can survive on $1 per day. These people don't have an option. I cannot live one day without the 'basic' necessities, like water, electricity. What is insane is that our 'basic' amenities are considered luxurious to these people. People like you and I, with big dreams, dreams to become a football star. Yet, they live knowing that, at the age of 12 years old, their future is set to be a farmer. They know that school is not at option.
Wow, 12 years old guys. When I was 12 I am not sure if I even knew what an ambition was. Yes, I had dreams of what I wanted to be, but I never had a path preset for me already.
When thinking about world poverty, I've always wondered what the ultimate solution was. This movie answered my question. There is not ultimate solution, however, partial solutions lead to the eventual solution for world hunger. So many factors have to be considered when addressing an issue like this. This will only be possible if every small factor considered, will be addressed and hence solved.
Lately, I've been blessed. Blessed to have watched so many eye opening movies. Here is a short list of what I think is worth watching: Black and white, The True Cost, Living on One.
Ps/ Check these two guys out [http://livingonone.org/]
So, one part that really got me was when one of the villagers (Antonio) and his family (of four kids) cooked a special dish for Chris, Zach, Sean and Ryan. They had so little yet they willingly gave so much. Let me explain how little they live on - the whole family, six individuals (including a baby) live on $1.25 on average. Some days are worse, some days, better. Yet, Antonio personally offered and told them that they can come over anytime, for food, shelter, and he will try his best to provide for them. Wow.
I wonder, how can someone with so little, love that much?
Another thing that struck me was that these families had to constantly choose between feeding their children or sending them to school (for a decent education). No parent should ever have to decide between these choices.
This movie is an eye opener. Everyone should watch it. Guys, I am so ashamed. I don't think I can survive on $1 per day. These people don't have an option. I cannot live one day without the 'basic' necessities, like water, electricity. What is insane is that our 'basic' amenities are considered luxurious to these people. People like you and I, with big dreams, dreams to become a football star. Yet, they live knowing that, at the age of 12 years old, their future is set to be a farmer. They know that school is not at option.
Wow, 12 years old guys. When I was 12 I am not sure if I even knew what an ambition was. Yes, I had dreams of what I wanted to be, but I never had a path preset for me already.
When thinking about world poverty, I've always wondered what the ultimate solution was. This movie answered my question. There is not ultimate solution, however, partial solutions lead to the eventual solution for world hunger. So many factors have to be considered when addressing an issue like this. This will only be possible if every small factor considered, will be addressed and hence solved.
Lately, I've been blessed. Blessed to have watched so many eye opening movies. Here is a short list of what I think is worth watching: Black and white, The True Cost, Living on One.
Ps/ Check these two guys out [http://livingonone.org/]
God in tragedy
By the gift of joy, I am referring to the great surprise of levity that comes on the other side of pain. I have repeatedly experienced this surprise. It’s a big part of why I’m not an atheist. Every single time I have waited on God in prayer, pouring out my heart to Him, He comforts me and lifts me in my spirit. I believe God is eager to share the strangeness of His joy with everyone. But we have to enter the pain. There is no other route to true joy.
By “God’s gift of Himself,” I mean the comfort of the Holy Spirit and the peace of God that surpasses understanding, and the promise and assurance of seeing Christ face to face when He comes back. By far the hardest gift to accept, at least in my view, is that of taking solidarity with Jesus Christ Himself in His sufferings. Bearing up under sorrows is the only way to receive the special wisdom and power that comes to those who suffer unjustly. Few are those who dare to commune with God that way. I have found I’m not good at it myself. But God is patient and forbearing; every time someone sins against us, we are blessed with another chance to surrender our way forward into becoming the recipients of a grace that does not come unless we yield to God when we’ve been wronged.
RIP to those in the school shooting.
(Source)
By “God’s gift of Himself,” I mean the comfort of the Holy Spirit and the peace of God that surpasses understanding, and the promise and assurance of seeing Christ face to face when He comes back. By far the hardest gift to accept, at least in my view, is that of taking solidarity with Jesus Christ Himself in His sufferings. Bearing up under sorrows is the only way to receive the special wisdom and power that comes to those who suffer unjustly. Few are those who dare to commune with God that way. I have found I’m not good at it myself. But God is patient and forbearing; every time someone sins against us, we are blessed with another chance to surrender our way forward into becoming the recipients of a grace that does not come unless we yield to God when we’ve been wronged.
RIP to those in the school shooting.
(Source)
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