My Jesus. My Saviour.

He formed me and said it was good.
He embraced me and made me whole.
He touched me and restored my sight.
He spoke to me and cured my paralysis.
He rebuked me and drove away my madness.
He stretched out His hand to me and cured my leprosy.

Thank You, Jesus.

And don’t be wishing you were someplace else or with someone else. Where you are right now is God’s place for you. Live and obey and love and believe right there. GOD, not your marital status, defines your life. Don’t think I’m being harder on you than on the others. I give this same counsel in all the churches.
—  1 Corinthians 7:17 (Msg)
He doesn't get tired out, doesn't pause to catch His breath and He knows everything, inside and out. He energizes those who get tired and gives fresh strength to dropouts.

He is my God. My Lord and Saviour. Jesus. <3

Can you imagine how great it would feel to know that someone had waited his whole life for you alone? Can you imagine how wonderful it would be to say that you had done the same for him?

It would be so special, so intimate, so meaningful! I get goose bumps just thinking about it. <3 That is why God tells us to wait.

Dear God,

Every once in a while, I fall. I stumble. I doubt. But You show Yourself faithful to me. When I forget to pray and break Your heart, when my selfish desires overtake and hurts You, Your love for me stays the same. When problems arise due to my foolishness, You show Yourself Mighty and Strong. When my grip seems to loose, Your right hand upholds me. When I’m about to break down and let go, You hold me even tighter. You love me when I’m unlovable and You erase all my transgressions. You wipe my tears and bring me joy. How could You be so good to me, my God? Your love, I could never fathom! I could only be thankful that You are my Lord and Savior. I love You, God!

Day Ten: One confession

Alright, so I’m gonna confess something big time and this is the story of how I’ve been saved.

Way back on my high school days, I had this very annoying classmate named Manuel. Okay, right he’s not annoying, just irritating. Hahaha! We didn’t get along well until sophomore years. I don’t know if he disliked me as much as I disliked him. For 2 years, we barely talk and we’re really like a complete stranger. Until junior years came and we’ve become partners on our major which is cooking. He was actually a drawing major but then he decided to shift so we had this chance to get close to each other. Aside from talking about the ingredients and procedures, he also opened up to me about his faith on his friend. He’s Jesus. He constantly invites me to attend Church Service at First Assembly Roxas Mission. I always say yes but never did I show up even once. On our senior years, we’re already close friends. We could talk about anything under the sun, go to the market and buy ingredients together, he even taught me how to play guitar and that I sorta fell for him. After graduation, we parted school but he still keeps on pursuing me to go to his church. I still did not agree. During my freshmen years in college, I’ve met this guy named John D. He was a junior high school in my school and he plays the drum during our Christian Emphasis Week. At this time, I was still a catholic but I enrolled in a Christian school. Yes, he got me. I had this major-major crush on him and later on, I found out that he and Manuel are good friends and they go to the same church. So, I immediately told Manuel that I’m going to attend church service on Sunday without telling him my real motive was to see John D and get near him. November 30, 2008 I went to church hoping to see him but to my great surprise, it was Him that I saw. I could hear a whisper saying “thank you for accepting Me.” And “I’m glad you finally came.” Of course, I didn’t know what it means and I saw these people crying and calling out to Jesus. The next thing I knew was I’m on my knees with my hand lifted up and calling out Jesus name over and over again.. I was bursting in tears and can’t explain how it feels. I just felt it. It just happened. And the rest is history as they say.

Actually, I’m kinda shy to tell this story but I’m really amazed by the way God captured my heart and I’ll be forever grateful on Manuel for never giving me up for always believing in me and to John D for using his charm to bring my soul to God; they both let God use them to save the lost. I thank God for creating me with this “feeling of attraction” that served as the door for my eternal salvation in which can be found only through Christ’ Jesus.

Nevertheless, all Christians are familiar with the word persecution, I know and that is the best part of a Christian’s life but I don’t and I always refuse to tell my story about that because I think I’m not yet worthy to tell it and I’m still struggling on it. I still need your prayers.  Someday, definitely I’m gonna share it too! Be  blessed! <3