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I say that word all the time
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Today we went dress shopping for the Edge banquet after church.
Jen and Larissa already had dresses, and so we were going so that Angela and I could get our dresses. We went from store to store to store looking for something to wear.
By the 3rd store I had already found my dress (and it was only $10 and purple, PRAISE JESUS), but Angela didn’t have the same kind of luck. By this time we had already spent over 2 hours walking around and pulling dresses and trying things on, etc., and everyone was sore and tired and we all just wanted to go home.
We went to the last store we had planned to check out if all else failed (and all else had failed), and everyone spread out to pull dresses.
We eventually found six potential dresses and Larissa and I escorted Angela to the dressing room to try them on.
The first dress Angela tried on was this double-layered blue dress. The moment she walked out of the dressing room (and I swear this happened), my heart leapt and my spirit soared and I said to Jesus “THANK YOU JESUS FOR THIS DRESS THAT LOOKS GOOD ON HER! THIS IS TRULY THE LAST STORE WE WILL BE IN TODAY AND WE CAN GO HOME SOON.”
There were five other dresses and we didn’t want to stop at the first one, so Angela went in to change into the other dresses. Larissa and I literally raised our hands in the changing room area and began to praise and worship Jesus. You would’ve thought that Jesus had just walked into the changing room area, we were both so happy.
Angela ended up finding two dresses that looked good on her, and she ended up buying both, which means that next year, for banquet, she won’t have to go shopping for another dress, but she can just wear the other dress for her senior banquet.
IT WAS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN. TWO BANQUET DRESS SHOPPING TRIPS KILLED WITH ONE SHOPPING TRIP.
Larissa and I raised our hands and praised Jesus as we stood in the store, waiting for Angela to pay for her dresses. The praising continued all the way home.
Then we went to Trader Joes to stock up on groceries - I decided to get this cookie butter thing that TJ was selling. Angela and I decided to spread it on bread and mix the cookie butter spread with Nutella.
I took a bite, raised my hands, and praised Jesus. It was absolutely the most delicious combination of cookie, butter, chocolate, and hazelnut I had ever tasted, and probably the only combination I’ve ever tasted, but regardless, it was yummy.
“I feel like Jesus is laughing at us right now,” Angela noted as I was in the midst of praising Jesus over the explosion of awesome that was currently in my mouth.
Then I go on my Tumblr dash a little later, and as I’m scrolling through it, I see the “One does not simply stop praising Jesus” meme pop up (which I have reblogged under this previous post” and when I showed my roommates, hilarity ensued.
Like seriously, how perfect was that? Jesus, You silly booboo.
Today was pretty awesome. I do have some thoughts over the service today, but I need to study for my test tomorrow…perhaps if I finish earlier, I will write that post as well.
Oh gosh I had been praising Jesus all day and now this pops up on my dash
BRB DYING
Also I feel like I should make a post about today…soon.
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Today, I went to the Chinese Culture Night performance to support my friend.
I thoroughly enjoyed my friend’s performance, but the show itself was too long. Towards the end, all I could think about was how much my butt hurt from sitting in the hard seats for over 3 hours, my green tea frappe in the fridge at home, the essay that was due next week that I hadn’t started, etc.
The last thing I expect, in these types of situations where I’m squirming in my seat and rarin’ to go, is to have something totally awesome just happen to me. So of course Jesus takes this opportunity to show up and almost bring me to tears, and He does it twice.
Both times, it happened during the traditional Chinese dances, the first during the co-ed traditional dance, and the second during the all-girls traditional fan dance.
The movements conjure up images of innocence, free-ness, and childlike wonder. It’s as if the dancers were made simply to dance, and nothing else.
And isn’t that what Jesus is calling us home to when our time on earth has passed? A place where there are no worries, no suffering, and no bondage, and a place where we are free to do what we were made to do, all in order to glorify God.
“This is Heaven, Seraph. This is where I am calling you home to and where your soul longs to be.”
My eyes welled up with tears.
“But until you are home, keep fighting, because the reward is worth a lifetime of suffering.”
Sometimes, I think I put myself in these situations where I have to perform in front of a large crowd so that I can experience Jesus in a very condensed, thick kind of way.
I mean, I have had some pretty mind-blowing encounters with Him away from the piano and in situations without music playing, but…I don’t know. There’s something about doing what I was created to do, for God, to bear witness to the audience.
Whenever I perform, I always feel a fullness in the room. It’s not necessarily that there are a lot of people in the audience…many times the hall is filled with maybe only 20-40 people…but there is something present, and with the presence comes warmth and love and affection, and I suppose that must be God in the audience, listening to me play.
And isn’t that a great image? God, who gave me the gift of music, sitting in the audience and listening to me use my gifts to serve others, and to glorify Him.
My thoughts are all scrambled as I’m waiting for the adrenaline rush to end. I had a concert today. It was great.
hey baby,
if it’s not too much treble,
i’d really like to ‘B’ with you
… naturally.
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Everyone has beat me to this already! Oh well…
Here is Sherlock and John as an Otter and Hedgehog respectively.
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Yes, it has. I have been preoccupied with life, with friends, school, work, church, etc.
I suppose, however, that I do somewhat miss writing to my blog.
How have I been the past few months that I’ve been absent from Tumblr? I think the word to best describe those months would be “magnificent.”
I believe that the last time I wrote a personal post, I had been frustrated because I had been stuck in a routine. Every week it was the same: school, school, school, school, school, until Friday, in which it was serving on set during Friday services, and then Sunday, where I would again be on set for both Sunday services.
I couldn’t get out of that rut, and everything became so set that I got frustrated and I couldn’t hear God’s voice as clearly as I used to.
Perhaps taking a month off of serving during Sunday services did me much good, because that’s how I slowly got out of my routine.
I also participated on a missions trip to Boise, Idaho, during spring break, and that was wonderful in itself and really helped me to break out of the routine I had been stuck in. Jesus met me on that trip, and a lot of my prayers were answered. I also got much clarity in a lot of things that I hadn’t been too sure about before.
Jesus and I are pals again. Obviously He’s always been my pal, but I think I started drifting away into my routine, and now that I’m out of it, it’s a little less lopsided, although I never hope to equal Jesus in relationship-ing.
I suppose that, at this time, I’m just realizing how much my experiences are helping me now. My roommate sprained her ankle (in the most hilarious…and adorable way possible, let me tell you), and it brings me back to the time I had a bad sprain as a child. I experienced lots of inconveniences - I couldn’t use my hands because I had to walk around with crutches, showering was a pain, how on earth was I supposed to go up and down stairs, the list goes on, filled with tiny little things that most of us take for granted until the ability to perform those tasks is taken away from us.
I suppose my experience was a bit useful, as I understood how to get around on crutches. I also remembered how much my parents and friends and teachers had to do for me and anticipated a few things that needed to be done for someone who had a sprained ankle.
We suffer for a really good reason. I’ve come to find that a lot of my sufferings/inconveniences as a child are things that many of my peers are going through now or have gone through recently.
It’s fascinating, really. Maybe the purpose of going through that ordeal is simply so that we know how to help others through the same ordeal, once we have fought our way through and survived. And isn’t that a beautiful thing, in some sense - suffering for the sake of your loved ones?
It’s almost Christ-like…and is there any greater honor than suffering for others like He did for us?
So I am learning, as I live out my life and face trials and hardships, to face them with hope instead of despair, and adds a sense of purpose, because I know that my experiences now will come in handy some day. Every time I feel like complaining “why, Jesus, is this happening to me?”, well, I won’t really have a reason to, because I already have an answer to that question, correct?
Suffering like Jesus, and for the purpose of others…that is magnificent.
