“You make beautiful things out of the dust. You make beautiful things out of us.” Make us New, Father.
(Taken in 2009) Kuya with his homies, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Other Wrestler Guy. My favorite photo of my favorite hero ever. The kid with the biggest heart he could change the world. He was always so much braver than I ever was. Happy 12th birthday, Kuya! My little man ain’t so little anymore. <3
“What is she apologizing for? For life? It’s not her fault. It’s just her part. Everyone gets to extend their hand, and everyone gets to leave their mark— in this life of ordinary people.”
Cause You’re worth every note every heartache and pain, ev-er-y refrain.
“I have found it useful to declare stopping points within my day to just breathe. Nothing else, just breathe. How often the breath is forgotten, until it lost for a moment or it is exhausted. We, up until now, have never completely ceased in breathing, but have so far failed to recognize and appreciate this. How can something so big, be so small at the same time? To fail in being mindful and prayerful is to find yourself disconnected from you other self. To neglect or force your spirit-man on his own journey, thirsty and hungry, is to leave to body longing and lonely. They need and rely upon one another. Realize that you are often present in places where your mind and heart are not. Be still and allow the other to catch up. Slow down and catch your Breath.”
ChuA moment.
Today, I walked into the bathroom stall, pulled out one of the seat covers that my school so sweetly offers, and thought, “Wow… I’m really in nursing school. I’ve pushed towards this for the past three years of my life and here I am. I get to meet beautiful people at their bedside and advocate for them.” It may not be biochemical research or third world missionary work, but it’s the world He’s created for me. And the world is conspiring.
Been so caught up with exams and due dates that I’m lucky to get these moments of peace and gratitude—even if it’s merely during the passing (no pun intended) time of when I stop at the washroom. It’s the simplest things, I suppose.
What a journey life is, Lord!
- Another Planet (Feat. Marcus Johnson)
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