Dear Blogger,
I have created a new blog so I am abandoning you.
I feel like I might still write to you once in a while, maybe.
xoxo,
Tumblr Girl
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Broken.
Financially? After online shopping and purchasing tickets to Boston/NY?
Yes.
But also inside me. Sometimes I forget.
I am so broken and instead of amending the broken pieces, I just hide them. I cover it and forget about it.
Actually though, this term has been really good for me actually.
God answers prayers; my roommates love me; I have been more disciplined; etc.
I've still made many mistakes. I still have so much to grow. God, I am broken in many ways because I don't have wisdom! Lord, give me wisdom!
All I do is scream out what I want from God these days. I also just let time pass without God. I just don't spend enough time with the one who loves me more than anything. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I have been so selfish these days and not caring about other people. I'm so sorry that I have been so thankless when you have given me this really fun term and many opportunities.
My heart is being pulled in so many ways. I just don't know what I want. Please, God, anchor it down with your love.
Don't let me just throw away my brokenness. Please God, fix them. I trust you.
God's got my heartbeat runnin' away.
True dat.
Yes.
But also inside me. Sometimes I forget.
I am so broken and instead of amending the broken pieces, I just hide them. I cover it and forget about it.
Actually though, this term has been really good for me actually.
God answers prayers; my roommates love me; I have been more disciplined; etc.
I've still made many mistakes. I still have so much to grow. God, I am broken in many ways because I don't have wisdom! Lord, give me wisdom!
All I do is scream out what I want from God these days. I also just let time pass without God. I just don't spend enough time with the one who loves me more than anything. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I have been so selfish these days and not caring about other people. I'm so sorry that I have been so thankless when you have given me this really fun term and many opportunities.
My heart is being pulled in so many ways. I just don't know what I want. Please, God, anchor it down with your love.
Don't let me just throw away my brokenness. Please God, fix them. I trust you.
God's got my heartbeat runnin' away.
True dat.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Party at my temple!
Recently, I have been reminded a lot about the temple of God within me.
Again? Okay, I get it. My temple is dirty. I will clean it like how I cleaned my room with my roommates today. Fine fine.I took a shower too! My body is clean! What do you want?
But wait - why is my temple dirty? Is it because of impurity? My imperfections? My selfish motives?
1 Corinthians 3:16 “Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple”
1 Corinthians 6:19-20 "Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies."
Again? Okay, I get it. My temple is dirty. I will clean it like how I cleaned my room with my roommates today. Fine fine.I took a shower too! My body is clean! What do you want?
But wait - why is my temple dirty? Is it because of impurity? My imperfections? My selfish motives?
One thing I realized is that I like being liked. Actually, I love it! I love when people think I’m awesome. I love having friends and pretending to be popular. Except that sometimes this pleasure allows me to transform my
temple for God. Suddenly, I make it into a magical building. Magical – not with His holy spirit, but with my own fake powers. I decorate this place into an exclusive dirty dance party, a castle filled with luxurious goods, a museum with one exhibit - The Hall of Juliana.
I have asked God to transform me into a woman of understanding. I want to be able to feel the thoughts of other people and various values. Now, I ask Him the same but for me to have a strong foundation in Him. With the platform of His love, I won't need to be running back; I'll already be there. I want to be challenged in my thoughts with the confidence that I can win in His name.
Do not let me change for anyone else. This temple doesn’t change with guests. Jesus is my guest. He will always be my main, special guest of honor.
Party at my temple! With Jesus Christ!
You guys are invited too, I guess.
You follow my blog? Okay -VIP membership for you :p
Party in party out,
Jules
(PS- Sorry for not posting for a while.)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
surrendering
“Jenny was a bright eyed, pretty five years old girl. One day when she and her mother were checking out the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace glistening in a pink foil box.
“Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!”
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face. “A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $2.00. If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.”
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere - Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, “Do you love me?”
“Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you.”
“Then give me your pearls.”
“Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess - the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She’s my favorite.”
“That’s okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. About a week later, after the story time, Jenny’s daddy asked again, “Do you love me?”
“Daddy, you know I love you.”
“Then give me your pearls.”
“Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper.”
“That’s okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you.” And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. “What is it, Jenny? What’s the matter?”
Jenny didn’t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver,she finally said, “Here, Daddy. It’s for you.”
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had them the whole time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.”
He always knows what’s best for us. Why am I blinded by my own thoughts when He asks me to surrender something valuable to me? Remember, If He takes something good away from me, it is only because He has something even greater in store for me.
(Reblogged)
“Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!”
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face. “A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $2.00. If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.”
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere - Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, “Do you love me?”
“Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you.”
“Then give me your pearls.”
“Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess - the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She’s my favorite.”
“That’s okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. About a week later, after the story time, Jenny’s daddy asked again, “Do you love me?”
“Daddy, you know I love you.”
“Then give me your pearls.”
“Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper.”
“That’s okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you.” And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. “What is it, Jenny? What’s the matter?”
Jenny didn’t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver,she finally said, “Here, Daddy. It’s for you.”
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had them the whole time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.”
He always knows what’s best for us. Why am I blinded by my own thoughts when He asks me to surrender something valuable to me? Remember, If He takes something good away from me, it is only because He has something even greater in store for me.
(Reblogged)
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Go Go Summer!
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii blog! :)
Sorry I have been writing these day. I have been quite busy Japan going to classes, learning about its culture, and visiting famous sites, etc. It's been SO GREAT here. My host family is so nice, the bulldog is the cutest ever (it makes the same noise as me "GRRRrrr"), teachers are funny, LSA+ group is awesomeee, I'm also awesome? Hehe I am sooo thankful that God has given me this opportunity to get myself back together. I have been waking up every morning with so much energy and joy that could only be coming from Him. It's interesting because I came thinking that I miiiight go to a church. Maybe. The first day I arrived at my host family's house, I was given a map with a highlighted route to a Catholic church with an English mass! Apparently the previous exchange student who lived here went to church every Sunday! Crazy much?
Actually though, I haven't been able to go last week because of a welcoming party and can't do this week due to an excursion buuuut I will the following week!
I pray that wherever you are that this summer will be an opportunity for a change of heart, for a closer relationship with the one who loves us more than anything else in this world. :)
Thankyouu
Sorry I have been writing these day. I have been quite busy Japan going to classes, learning about its culture, and visiting famous sites, etc. It's been SO GREAT here. My host family is so nice, the bulldog is the cutest ever (it makes the same noise as me "GRRRrrr"), teachers are funny, LSA+ group is awesomeee, I'm also awesome? Hehe I am sooo thankful that God has given me this opportunity to get myself back together. I have been waking up every morning with so much energy and joy that could only be coming from Him. It's interesting because I came thinking that I miiiight go to a church. Maybe. The first day I arrived at my host family's house, I was given a map with a highlighted route to a Catholic church with an English mass! Apparently the previous exchange student who lived here went to church every Sunday! Crazy much?
Actually though, I haven't been able to go last week because of a welcoming party and can't do this week due to an excursion buuuut I will the following week!
I pray that wherever you are that this summer will be an opportunity for a change of heart, for a closer relationship with the one who loves us more than anything else in this world. :)
Thankyouu
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