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Thursday, 30 December 2010

  • Blessed

    I returned from Second Nature's third winter retreat today. I'm tired, so much has happened, I only slept an hour last night. God has spoken so much at this conference, He has worked so much and I hope that my testimony of it will bring blessings unto others. 

    During this retreat I've gotten to know so many new people, but not only that I got to know many of the girls in my ministry and share with them. I'm so blessed by these girls and I was amazed by how much they'd grown when I wasn't looking. I reached out to others and they reached back to me. Sometimes I would stand there and pray to God that he would let others know that I'm suffering and bring them to me for comfort and love, but I realized God loved us first before we even knew Him. His love came first in our relationship and our love for others should be the same. It's not like in the world where we get to know someone first and then we begin to love them and they us. As Christians we must love people before even meeting them and upon meeting them reach out for them with that love and a heart to serve, for Jesus Christ came not to be serve but to serve.

    The junior and senior girls were so amazing, they had prayer meetings every night from midnight to two or three in the morning and then another in the early morning. I only went to one of the prayer meetings but I was so surprised and so blessed by it. That night, twelve girls received the gift of tongues. I personally do not desire the gift of tongues because I feel that God did not mean it for me, it does not edify me in Christ and having it would only feed my pride. I was nervous when 
    I realized they were praying for gifts for people and requested that they not pray that I receive tongues but I prayed with them over the girls that wanted the gifts. I honestly was wary of what was happening and I prayed also that God would give all the girls discernment of good and evil that they may not be misled by the evil one. At one point it was actually too much for me and I had to sit back and just take a break. I listened to one of the girls praying in tongues. At first it was just nonsense sounds to me but I realized that she was actually praying in Chinese! I was so surprised! After she finished praying I approached her and asked if she knew what she was saying and she told me she didn't. I translated for her and she was so excited, it was a really amazing moment. After awhile we stopped praying for gifts and instead went on to prayer requests. I told the other girls about what had happened to me this last year and how much I was going through, it was really refreshing to tell others and not hold it all in. At the same time, they were telling me that they admired me and that I was so strong, but the whole time I felt " I'm not strong at all, I'm so broken by this, it is God who is strong and supporting me". After they prayed for me one of the girls told me that she had a vision while she was praying. She said that she saw a boat on the ocean casting a net onto the ocean and when they brought it up there were many fish, then she saw a heart shaped container made of glass colored red with a stopper in it and every time it emptied God would come and fill it up again. This was my first experience of the other girls prophesying. They finished with me and then we went on to the next request. I was so sad to hear what some of the other girls were struggling with and I realized how much we need each other as a body. While I was praying for one of the other girls I had a vision and it shocked me so much I actually stopped praying in surprise, I haven't had a vision since middle school shortly after becoming Christian. I continued praying for her and expressed what I saw and it coincided with a fair number of other people's vision. Eventually we did go to sleep, it was so amazing but exhausting in a way too. That night I also got to talk to DaEun a little and some of the other girls as well.

    On the same note, I talked to one of my precious underclassmen who I hadn't seen in a long time. It took a lot to get her to tell me where she was with her walk and what she believed. She said that she had trouble with her faith and that it was hard for her to believe that God is a God who walks with us. She has had the gift of tongues before and even so, she said she felt that it was hard to believe. I really empathized with her because I am more logic minded and it's hard for me to trust that I'm not being emotionally manipulated into believing. She told me about this and I assured her that she was not alone in this. She told me that sometimes she felt that people were pressuring her to act a certain way with worship--that she had to raise her hand and cry during praise and have the gift of tongues to be considered faithful. I lament over this. I told her that worship should come from your heart and that it isn't represented by how much you cry or whether you raise your hands or not and that I believed that we shouldn't manipulate people into worshiping like that by turning down the lights and playing music which has an emotional effect on people. I was so broken by the fact that she felt the pressure to conform within the church. I was so sad that she thought tongues was necessary for worship and for becoming closer to God. It destroyed me to know that her faith in God was being compromised in such a way and I plead with anyone who reads this that they will not fall to that idea and beg that will not pressure others to receive to receive tongues for it does not edify the body but is now breaking us into factions of charismatics and non-charismatics. It breaks my heart to acknowledge it but I feel this in my church and my relationship with my best friend and I see a need for us to be unified as one church, one body with many different gifts that will go out to the world and show them God's love. 

    I learned so much during this conference about God, about myself and about others. But I feel that is meant for another post. I implore you brothers and sisters, do not judge each other for the gifts that you have and have not, just love each other the way Jesus loved you. 

     

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

  • Scary

    It's scary how you can walk by someone all the time, talk to the even, and never know they're hurt. I had eyes to see, but now I'm blind. I wish I could see once more, not for the sake of knowing but now for the sake of healing. I feel it sometimes rising in me, my sight. 
    I never knew we were so alike- but I overlooked him and he overlooked me. We overlooked each other and never knew the other had been hurt the same way. If it hadn't been for that look, the look he gave me Sunday, I would have never known. Who would have thought that both of us suffered so similarly yet never said a word about it.

    I feel like God is giving me something new, something I know I need.

    When I looked into that stranger's eyes, the most peculiar feeling overtook me. It was like I could feel all their pain, and I knew all that they needed. Yet I didn't act.

    It's different than sight. It's what I've been praying for. God's eyes that see people as they are. I realize now, no matter what people say, no one's pain is more than another's. I can't tell someone that my problem is bigger than theirs or that theirs is bigger than mine. Everything matters, and no one should be ignored--waved aside. It was more than that man Thanksgiving night. Strangers on the street. And then S who I've known for awhile. Why did he look at me like that? I don't know if I'll ever know. It's scary, so scary that my problems seemed so big for so long. I want to open my eyes. 

    More than see, I wish I could act. I don't just want to stand here anymore. Why can't I live life like the consequences don't matter? If this is my whole life, if I believe there's only One Way to Life, then why don't I step out and show others. Sometimes I wish I could speak my mind and pour out my heart. Why does my safety matter over someone's salvation. Why is it so much easier to toss money at a problem than it is to invite a stranger to eat with you? I know the answers. Now I must act. 

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

  • Too much

    Sometimes I stop and think about all the things I've lost, then it all overwhelms me. Just because I'm not crying, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Over last month or so I've had all sorts of people ask me how I'm living through the things I'm living through. Honestly, I'm just living. I've lost my family peace, financial stability, more than half of my friends --some of who very significant to me, privacy, and even self-esteem. A lot has happened to me within a short time and I've been translocated to a completely new environment. To go on and describe it all would just be the same whiny old me as when I was a high schooler. And honestly, a lot of it I just don't want to talk about. I should be crying by all worldly standards, but I'm not. It makes me feel inhuman to ignore those feelings, but I need to keep moving on. It doesn't help when people rub salt in my wounds or make me feel hopeless and alone. Get in line, there are bigger things to worry about. I'm reshaping myself to be a better person instead of dwelling on the past, and I'm not looking much to the future for support either. I'm just doing what I can today like the curtain's going to fall tomorrow. I need support but I ask it from no one but God. I need not be judged by anyone but God. And still I'm reminding myself that I have no right to judge others because I am not God. Now I suffer, but not in silence. I suffer and I learn from it. I have no choice in the events that are inflicted upon me but I have always had the freedom to live through it with dignity. 

    I tire of conspiracy and drama. The childish games of judging relationships between others like love has to be measured out in teaspoons. I won't pretend myself to be popular or even well liked. I ponder often what it means to serve others and how I can accomplish their happiness and not my own. A lot of times I feel like I have lost sight of my childhood vision of a world full of truly happy people. 

    Just because I'm not jumping does it mean I'm not alive? Just because I'm not crying, does it mean I'm not sad? Just because I sit quietly inside myself, does it mean that I'm spiritually dead? 

    Wisdom has taught me to watch silently. Wisdom has taught me to love others but not demand of them. Wisdom has taught me that my pain can teach others that it's not the end.

    I want to grow silently like a tree spreading deeply in my faith and extending my arms out to others. Loss is only one part of life. I must remind myself of that. Knowledge is learning from your mistakes, but wisdom learns from the mistakes of others. 

    My eyes will turn neither to the right nor to the left, and I will walk the path. 

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

  • Dear Friend

    I'm currently not talking to you. It makes me sick sometimes to read the things you post. It's not that I've come to despise you but that in your inability to understand churn out gross inaccuracies. Listening to the things you say has brought me not closer to God but farther from God. The things I see you do seem motivated not by righteousness like you think, but instead by selfishness. I love you, but don't know how to discipline you. I saw you being led astray and I did not move to shield you because I was young and inexperienced so far. Last time we talked, I thought I saw change in you--good change-- gentleness and love. And yet I kicked that feeling inside me that something was wrong. Instead I did what I thought best, I reflected inside myself to see if I was the one who was wrong and needed to come to repentance. I looked and I saw things that needed to be changed. I changed and yet something still felt wrong about what you said. These past months I have been increasingly alienated from you and am destroyed inside by the level of misdirection I've seen in you. I know you may balk at what I say--be offended and hate me. You might now decide to cut me off from you like a disease as if I had never been a good friend to you. But I want to ask you now to reflect upon what you believe and reach out to me so that we can move towards God together. I can not make the first move since I am hurt and broken and unable. But if God moves in you to reach out to me, I will rely on Him to mend what has been broken.

    Sincerely,

    the one who considers you her dearest friend,

    Gerina

Wednesday, 01 September 2010

  • Day 14

    (hanging out with mom)

    blue hoodie shirt/dress (Espirit @ Raffles City, Singapore 2010) originally s$69.90

    rusched tan 3/4 length pants ( gift)

    In a sort of semi-celebration of finally getting my room assignment, I decided to dress a little how to say Korean-ish (my new roomie is Korean). I put my hair up in a relaxed bun and relaxed in all my laid backness. It was super comfortable to wear and didn't really look that bad. It was a nice outfit for me to just hangout with my mom in. Also, this outfit is a great alternative to sweats, I LOATHE sweatpants.

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