Lagi mellow, as mostly.
Here I am, sitting in a coffee shop all by myself.
Just dropped the kid and the husband to Ice Age Live. It's my treat to them.
Took the most expensive package for them to enjoy.
So this got me thinking, again.
I truly have a good life.
Im in love with this city, regardless of the weather.
My journey to get here is nothing but based on one word. Believe.
I am where I am, because I never stop believing. Even when all seems impossible.
The one true God that I serve, kept His promise. My life is nothing but a series of glory after glory after glory. Not mine. His.
I may not be a zealous church goer (anymore). I may not be that girl yg aktif pelayanan di gereja, but I know that Im in a very good term with God. He is not a distant God. I can be myself comfortably with Him. I can "yell" at Him when Im mad, I can cry my heart out, I can laugh.
I look around and I feel bad for people who are so caught up with church. They're too busy being a "martha" that they forget the true essense of being a christian... Which is being a "mary" who's able to sit comfortable enough at His feet doing literally nothing.
The "marthas" of this world, feel entitled enough to pass judgement to other people. Well just because you're doing all the "serving" doesn't mean you're always right.
In the big scheme of things, we gotta be able to stop. Stop. Stop. Freeze and just.... Well, stop.
Stop our doing. Stop our thinking. Stop our judgement.
Sometimes people just need to stop. Seriously. There are better things in life.
I followed this page in Instagram called The Humans of New York. The last series was about kids with cancer. Really that got me thinking. What those parents (and kids) are going through... I can't even imagine. I shed so much tears reading it.
I HATE it when people say someone "lost the battle to cancer". Well, they're NOT defeated. They don't "lose" the battle.
They fought hard. Just because they die at the end, it doesn't mean that they're defeated. It simply means, they die. Some of them are wise enough to not want to fight anymore. Some are finding it hard to let go, and when they finally do.... Well if anything, I call that bravery.
So no. They dont lose the battle. The cancer did not win.
So what trully matters?
I feel sorry for the Atheists. Not because I judge them for believing that there is no God. *it really is not my place to judge*.... But life is so, so, sooo fragile. Sometimes things happen outside your control, and if that happen... if you dont believe in God, then how are you gonna cope? Where do you draw your strength from?
Just a couple of days ago, I found out one of Sonia's friend has stage 5 cancer. That wee girl has cancer on both her kidneys, one is inoperable. As if that's not enough, she has more than 20 tumours in her lungs.
It's so heartbreaking. You know the girl. She came to Sonia's party, and we just met her at the beginning of this month at another friend's birthday party. Then the next thing you know, she's in Christchurch doing chemo.
It really make you think about life, aye. What really matters?
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