Bottled tidbits 1
Inside my room, tucked neatly behind my green pillow, was Spurgeon's Prayers, a most wonderful book I borrowed from the church library. I opened it, leafed through it, and started some serious reading. I eventually came to the fourth page, and a line stood out from among the printed letters:
"Lord, teach us to love Thee more."
Without finishing the chapter, I closed the book and fell on my knees.
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Recently I attended the Youth's post-graduation special fellowship rightly called "Back to School, Stay with God." It was an eye-opener indeed, for through it I was reminded of the reason why I study: to glorify God. I confess, I sometimes lose sight of that vision. But thanks be to Him for realigning that case of astigmatism.
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"Do you want to go to Cavite?" Manong Ralph asked, completely jolting me out of my pseudo-sleep state.
"Why not?" I said, then added, "It has almost been two years since we've been there." The last time we visited our family friends in Imus was in the summer of 2004 when I was still a wide-eyed soon-to-be-college-freshman in UP, when my eyes were still functional even if they were naked.
From Shaw, we took the MRT to Taft, hailed a bus to Baclaran, and from there, waited for an airconditioned bus under the scorching heat of the sun. We had to bear the awful smell of sewer, garbage, and a combination of both. Ah, the joy of commuting.
TAGGED AS: bottled
"Lord, teach us to love Thee more."
Without finishing the chapter, I closed the book and fell on my knees.
---
Recently I attended the Youth's post-graduation special fellowship rightly called "Back to School, Stay with God." It was an eye-opener indeed, for through it I was reminded of the reason why I study: to glorify God. I confess, I sometimes lose sight of that vision. But thanks be to Him for realigning that case of astigmatism.
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"Do you want to go to Cavite?" Manong Ralph asked, completely jolting me out of my pseudo-sleep state.
"Why not?" I said, then added, "It has almost been two years since we've been there." The last time we visited our family friends in Imus was in the summer of 2004 when I was still a wide-eyed soon-to-be-college-freshman in UP, when my eyes were still functional even if they were naked.
From Shaw, we took the MRT to Taft, hailed a bus to Baclaran, and from there, waited for an airconditioned bus under the scorching heat of the sun. We had to bear the awful smell of sewer, garbage, and a combination of both. Ah, the joy of commuting.
TAGGED AS: bottled
posted on June 01, 2006
6 Comments:
Your post, has been an answer to my prayer. Thanks lance... you drove a point home (to my heart).
Tell you about it when i can :)
Salamat uli.
Praise God!
Thank you, Glenda. I look forward to reading an update from you, too.
Finally, Lance. I am soooo relieved that you disabled commenting on your previous post. Hehe. =D
it's my first post on your site. aren't you surprised?
I agree with the smell of Baclaran. The creek across it stinks.
Hello! What a wonderful site you got here. Asteeg bro!! :D I got blown away by just reading your profile. Lol! Anyway, keep blogging for God. I will pay you another visit when I can. God bless!!
Schubs, oo nga eh. It's so foul I thought you were there! (hehehe.. joke lang)
Arthur, thanks for dropping by.
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