Whining For Faith
Strangely, I'm feeling a little morbid.
I'm just going to be away for 9 days to The Philippines but while I'm packing and settling things at work, bills, travel insurance, it feels as if I won't be coming back again. In less than 8 hours, I'll be on Cebu Pacific to Manila, and then a 8-hour bus ride to Santiago. Yeah, I know, it's going to be a bum-numbing journey.
Seriously, I don't know what to expect. Our schedule is not by the hour, not like Church Camp. In a more positive tone, I'm trusting God for His provision and protection. On a not so faith-full sentiment, I feel like I'm a fat lamb on the way to the slaughter house. A death of the unwanted stuff in me. Pride, self-confidence (not that I have much to start with), self-sufficiency. Self. Period.
Suddenly, what you think you have, you're kinda losing it. And what you think you don't have, of all days, you're right. It's a test of simple faith that doesn't feel so simple. It's probably me complicating it out of proportion. If Apostle Paul is reading this post, he probably won't understand.
I'm going with an expectation of a life-changing experiences. I hope to bring back permanent radicality in me that'll sustain my earthly life towards eternal victory in Christ. If you're praying for me, this is what I would like you to pray for.
Papa, You promised You'll never leave nor forsake me. I'm going to take Your word for it. I just hope that I won't let You down. Work in me and through me, k? Lead me to where You are...where You want me to be.
I'm whining for faith, strength and hope. Spirit of love, power, and sound mind to counter the spirit of fear and apprehension. I need...THE JOY OF THE LORD!
I'm just going to be away for 9 days to The Philippines but while I'm packing and settling things at work, bills, travel insurance, it feels as if I won't be coming back again. In less than 8 hours, I'll be on Cebu Pacific to Manila, and then a 8-hour bus ride to Santiago. Yeah, I know, it's going to be a bum-numbing journey.
Seriously, I don't know what to expect. Our schedule is not by the hour, not like Church Camp. In a more positive tone, I'm trusting God for His provision and protection. On a not so faith-full sentiment, I feel like I'm a fat lamb on the way to the slaughter house. A death of the unwanted stuff in me. Pride, self-confidence (not that I have much to start with), self-sufficiency. Self. Period.
Suddenly, what you think you have, you're kinda losing it. And what you think you don't have, of all days, you're right. It's a test of simple faith that doesn't feel so simple. It's probably me complicating it out of proportion. If Apostle Paul is reading this post, he probably won't understand.
I'm going with an expectation of a life-changing experiences. I hope to bring back permanent radicality in me that'll sustain my earthly life towards eternal victory in Christ. If you're praying for me, this is what I would like you to pray for.
Papa, You promised You'll never leave nor forsake me. I'm going to take Your word for it. I just hope that I won't let You down. Work in me and through me, k? Lead me to where You are...where You want me to be.
I'm whining for faith, strength and hope. Spirit of love, power, and sound mind to counter the spirit of fear and apprehension. I need...THE JOY OF THE LORD!
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