NBSB

That certain day when people started asking you why you still don't have a boyfriend.

Last night, I was asked by people, several people, why I still don't have a boyfriend.
Simple answer: I'm in no rush. I enjoy where I am right now.

They couldn't believe that I have lived my 22 years without a boy. Well, sorry to disappoint you but that is possible.

It's not that I am a picky person that I have preferred looks and bank accounts. I am just not in a rush. I don't want to make impulsive decisions that I might regret and bring me unnecessary heartaches.
I am contented with the relationships I have with God, my family, and my friends.
Yes, there's a void in everyone's heart that no one can fill except God.

I am still a romantic lass. I am hopeful that someday in God's perfect time I will meet my other half, my God's best. And until that day, I want to remain pure physically and emotionally.
Yes I am not a risk taker especially if hearts are involved. It's not just me who will be affected by my hasty decisions but the other person as well. I am also perfectly aware that no heart remains scratch-free. Mine have been scratched, rolled over, trampled, and sometimes cut through. But that is the beauty of the heart, no matter how much it has been broken, it is still reparable and redeemable; it is still beautiful. It can still love despite the pounding and slashing.

So why do I still choose to remain single? Because I take care of my heart. I take care of what God has given me because God loves me and I love Him. The heart is in no security of never getting hurt unless you choose to lock it in a casket and be irredeemable. I just choose not to give pearls to pigs. If a day will come when I will say my "yes" and if it happens that my heart is broken, I would still want to rejoice in the fact that I have loved. Until that day, I choose to guard my heart but still be vulnerable, to love despite of.

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." - C.S. Lewis

We love because He first loved us. 
1 John 4:19

 

Could you be?

I don't know where I am exactly and how I am going on with life but this song tells what's in my heart as of present.

Beauty in the Mess

June 15 2011

I was looking for my book last night in the storage room. The room itself was in a mess. There were books on the floor and boxes scattered. I struggled my way to the bookshelf and began searching for my book. As i was rummaging the shelf, I bumped my knee into things and they fell. I was going to ignore them when something hard hit my foot. I looked at it and there it was, the book I was searching for.

Sometimes the very thing we’re looking for is in the mess we’re trying to avoid; it takes pain for us to finally see and acknowledge it.

God told me that night that we could find beauty in a mess. In Him, there is beauty in the mess. He found beauty in us.

And he asked me, “Do you have to get hurt just for you to look at it?”

Teenage angst: Rights

I was on my way to sign out when I saw a group of teenagers, say high schoolers, in a commotion. Two girls were crying and the boys were trying to comfort them. From what I've heard, there's a misunderstanding within the group. I think it was about the girls having no role in their play because of reason I didn't overhear. And then I realized...

When we're young, we tend to think that fighting for our own rights is the most courageous thing we could do. Everything is a big deal to us. We tend to think we're always right and we must be heard. But as we grow older and become more mature, as we let God mold us, as we love more, our rights become less of importance and we listen more to people's opinions. We learn the therapeutic use of silence when our pride wants to shout in rage. We think of ourselves less and more of others. We give more and take less. We let go and move on. We keep going.