Pursuit of Happy Shen

Anonymous said: I looove reading your posts. :D

Awh. Sorry that I stopped. ;o

spiritualinspiration:

Have you been praying and believing for something that’s taking longer than you thought? Many times, people can miss God’s best simply because they give up before they see their answer come. Don’t let that be you! Be encouraged today, your answer is closer than you think. If it seems like things are getting more difficult, remember, when the intensity heats up, that means you are closer to your victory. It always seems darkest just before the dawn appears.
Friend, remember, you serve a faithful God. Know that He is working behind the scenes on your behalf. Don’t cast away your confidence today because your reward is coming. And just like a new mother forgets about her labor pain when she is finally holding her newborn, you’ll forget about your struggle when you are holding your promise.
While you are waiting, keep an attitude of faith and expectancy. Wake up every morning and declare, “I’ve come too far to give up now. My due season is coming. I will reap my harvest.” Stay in faith and be on the lookout because He has promised you victory, and it’s closer than you think!

Amen to this!

spiritualinspiration:

Have you been praying and believing for something that’s taking longer than you thought? Many times, people can miss God’s best simply because they give up before they see their answer come. Don’t let that be you! Be encouraged today, your answer is closer than you think. If it seems like things are getting more difficult, remember, when the intensity heats up, that means you are closer to your victory. It always seems darkest just before the dawn appears.

Friend, remember, you serve a faithful God. Know that He is working behind the scenes on your behalf. Don’t cast away your confidence today because your reward is coming. And just like a new mother forgets about her labor pain when she is finally holding her newborn, you’ll forget about your struggle when you are holding your promise.

While you are waiting, keep an attitude of faith and expectancy. Wake up every morning and declare, “I’ve come too far to give up now. My due season is coming. I will reap my harvest.” Stay in faith and be on the lookout because He has promised you victory, and it’s closer than you think!

Amen to this!

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Don’t let the haters get to you.

I don’t mean to sound like a rapper or anything but…

See, there’s this one person who just secretly dislikes me. Well, at this point, I don’t know if it’s even a secret anymore because it’s pretty obvious. But anyway, it’s been going on for quite some time now, well over a year. And that whole time, I cared a whole deaabout this person’s opinion of me. In fact, I tried (and failed) many many many times to change it.

I guess this person’s great dislike of me hit its climax last weekend. And because I cared so much about this person’s thoughts and opinion of me, it tore me apart. I was so hurt. But the thing was, what this person thought of me wasn’t even true. The negative ideas this person had about me weren’t even facts and I knew it. Yet it bothered me so much. Yet I let it get to me. This person would say so and so about me and, despite me knowing better, I let it seep in and affect me.

I questioned a lot of things the night it happened. I asked, “God, after pursuing this person for so long in an effort to try and change their negative opinion of me, how has nothing changed?” And I questioned some more… “I’ve been patient, Lord. I believed in Your plans. But how come this person still feels this way about me after many many months…?”

(I know it sounds like a guy that I’m “pursuing”, as in trying to make him like me in that way, but it really isn’t anything romantic like that haha.)

I questioned and I doubted a lot.

Then, I did something that I’ve been trying to avoid this entire time that this person has disliked me… I stooped down to their level and did the same to them. Judged them. Thought and spoke bad about them. Yapped and yapped about how much of a horrible person they are and so and so. You get the idea.

So today, this person said something about me again. Something along the lines of me being “meaningless” (this person said it in Tagalog). First time I heard it, ouch. This person didn’t even know me beyond my name, yet they were able to say such a hurtful thing about me and say it as if they meant every letter of it. Surprise surprise, I was hurt.

But the weird thing is, unlike all those other incidents similar to this one where this person had said something bad about me, I wasn’t sobbing or raging or snapping. There I was saying things I never expected for me to say at such a time…

I was saying how this person’s judgement of me does not matter because deep inside, I know it isn’t true. Why should I let this person’s negative opinion affect me so much? They are not my Saviour, not my Creator. And I know to those whose opinion truly matter, that I am more than what this person says I am. I am a child of God, I am a daughter of God. To Him, whose judgement truly is what matters to me, I am beloved. And no opinion of anyone else should blur that beautiful truth. No matter how much this person labels me, judges me, or in fact anyone else, their opinion holds no value so long as I know that I am in the Lord’s side.

And not just that, I shouldn’t put matters in my own hands and take my revenge. An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind - fact. And anyway, if Jesus forgave those who persecuted Him, this is my own little persecution and challenge to follow His example.

And now that I think about it, that is all that this probably really is. A challenge. A test. And I know God would never give me something He knows I can’t handle. He wants me to get through this and come out the other side to say that I have become a better person as a result of it.

I hope I have.

spiritualinspiration:

“For the LORD is good; His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endures to all generations.” (Psalm 100:5, NKJV)

When you make a mistake, unfortunately, the critics and naysayers come out of the woodwork. People will tell you, “You’re all washed up. It’s too late.” If you wear that label, it will keep you from the amazing future God has in store. God says, “My mercy is bigger than any mistake.” God says, “I can still get you to your destiny.” God says, “I will give you beauty for those ashes. I’ll pay you back double for the unfair things that have happened.” You wouldn’t be alive unless God had another victory in your future. Why don’t you take off the “washed up” label? Take off the “failure,” “guilty,” “condemned” labels and put on some new labels: redeemed, restored, forgiven, bright future, new beginning.

Always remember, you have been made in the image of Almighty God. God did not make any mistakes. You are the perfect size. You have the right personality, the right gifts, the right looks, the right skin color. You are not an accident. God designed you precisely for the race that is laid out for you. You are fully equipped for this life, and His mercy is greater than any mistake you could make. Embrace the truth and the victory He has in store for your future!

spiritualinspiration:

“For the LORD is good; His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endures to all generations.” (Psalm 100:5, NKJV)

When you make a mistake, unfortunately, the critics and naysayers come out of the woodwork. People will tell you, “You’re all washed up. It’s too late.” If you wear that label, it will keep you from the amazing future God has in store. God says, “My mercy is bigger than any mistake.” God says, “I can still get you to your destiny.” God says, “I will give you beauty for those ashes. I’ll pay you back double for the unfair things that have happened.” You wouldn’t be alive unless God had another victory in your future. Why don’t you take off the “washed up” label? Take off the “failure,” “guilty,” “condemned” labels and put on some new labels: redeemed, restored, forgiven, bright future, new beginning.

Always remember, you have been made in the image of Almighty God. God did not make any mistakes. You are the perfect size. You have the right personality, the right gifts, the right looks, the right skin color. You are not an accident. God designed you precisely for the race that is laid out for you. You are fully equipped for this life, and His mercy is greater than any mistake you could make. Embrace the truth and the victory He has in store for your future!

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“The world is not a wish-granting factory.”
— John Green, The Fault In Our Stars
The post that doesn’t make sense

Well, I can’t really blame anyone, can I? They never said It would be easy; they just didn’t mention that It would be one of the hardest things you would ever do.

It. With a capital I. Because “It” isn’t just some other thing like toilet paper or pillows. “It” happens to drive the world in motion or even, a lack of “It” drives the world insane.

It is love and love is It.

It. Capital I. “There’s no I in TEAM” but hell yeah there’s an I in It, an I in love (though not literally but still, it’s there). You’d think it’s all about the other person, wouldn’t you? That it usually revolves around them. Well, it kinda does. Until you realize that during difficult times, at the end of the day, it’s all down to you. Stay or go. Stick through it or just leave.

But let’s not skip ahead. Go back a bit.

Love. It’s a beautiful verb, isn’t it? The verb of making someone happy with your good morning messages, hugs, kisses, compliments, late night deep conversations, etcetera etcetera etcetera…

But I don’t know. I’ve come to realize that the verb to love is really a lot more than just those actions. A lot more than just pleasing someone with your little sentiments.

Note: “COME" to realize. It didn’t just occur to me at the start. Yes, any relationship which involves It would tell you the true meaning of the verb love and if you don’t know what I mean? Well, wait until you’re a good bit into the relationship and come back to me.

But anyway.

It’s so funny and weird. Whenever I heard of love, the following usually pops into my mind:

  • Butterflies in one’s stomach
  • Magic in the air
  • Bouquet of flowers
  • Surprise dates
  • Etcetera
  • Etcetera
  • Etcetera

You get the point.

So naive. So stupid, even. You’d think that the above is what makes love beautiful, don’t you? But it’s really when you scratch way beneath the surface that the true beauty of love really reveals itself.

It’s when you can’t stand them and want to punch their face so much but, at the same time, you can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather spend the rest of your life with.

It’s when you’re willing to forgive despite common sense fighting against you.

It is the action of forgiving despite everything.

Forgiveness.

Wow, where is this blog post heading to.

I don’t know, guys.

I’m Drunk on Ed Sheeran right now. Get it? Sheerios will get it.

And now I’m off topic. Great.

I’ll just end this by throwing in a few words that maybe would make this post make sense if I ever decide to read back to this post in the future…

Love.

Forgiveness.

Love.

A part of loving is forgiving, isn’t it?

And here comes the part where I said there’s an I in love. Because it’s down to you in the end. Whether you lower your pride and let your love win. Or you lower your love and let your pride win.

But then if you really do love someone…

Ok. Enough blogging for tonight, Shen. Go home, Shen. You’re Drunk.

rosyavon said: aw your message about little sam was the cutest. rip little fishy

I’ve always wanted a fish, always begged for one. I think my obsession with fishes began with my Irish teacher’s goldfish at the back of class during third year. I still clearly remember how adorable that little fishy looked. Looking like an utter weirdo, I played with it. When I got Sam, he fit the role perfectly. I got him for Christmas. The 29th of December, to be exact. I can vividly picture that moment when we picked him amongst all the other fishes. He was the chubbiest and cutest one. Without a name for him yet, we went to church for the usual Sunday mass later that day. The first line of the first reading revealed the birth of a baby named Samuel. From that moment, my whole family went home thinking of the same thing: my fishy was to be called Sam. And he was.

I grew so fond of Sam. Coming home every day after school and, at the sight of me, Sam wildly wiggling in his bowl knowing it was feeding time, became a routine. But not for a second was it a chore. A responsibility, yes. I did everything for him. My family left him solely in my hands: the cleaning, the feeding, etc. But they slowly grew fond of him too. I could see it. My mom and both of my brothers (though the other is in denial of it) began to see him the way I saw him: more than a fish. Sam became part of the family.

Sam’s bowl sat on the coffee table in the living room. Therefore, it was impossible for any of us to avoid his cuteness. Especially me. I loved him. I played with him, letting him follow my finger around his bowl. After a while, he had learnt to nibble my finger too. I even spoke to him like my baby, my baby Sam. He was my baby. He was the family’s baby.

I can recall writing Sam’s message in our mother’s day card for my mom. It went a little something like:

Dear mommy,
Thank you for buying me. I love you.
Sammy

I even remember writing on my mom’s don’t forget list:

JOREN, JONEL, SHEN AND SAM LOVES MOMMY.

But things weren’t always easy. During the Easter holidays, he had quite a few near-death experiences. He managed to recover from them, thankfully. He suffered from constipation and peas were the answer to his problem.

But, on Tuesday, Sam was struggling again. His tummy, at this point appeared to be bulging. I quickly resolved it by feeding him peas and he went back to normal - or so I thought. That night, having stayed up doing my art project, I even checked on him at around 2 AM. He appeared to be sound asleep. I left, satisfied that he was going to be okay again.

I was wrong.

I came home from school that day to see a cloth over his bowl and the sympathetic faces of my family. I couldn’t believe it…

Sam meant a lot to me. He really did. Seeing him there… Lifeless… Floating… It broke my heart. He was gone, just like that.

But the sadness didn’t last just at that moment. Coming home from school the next day thinking of having to feed him and then realizing the truth that there’s nothing but an empty space now on the coffee table where his bowl used to be… That is now the painful reality.

Sam, I know you’re in fishy heaven now. I bet God just wanted you on his own coffee table, wiggling around like the cutie patootie that you are. Know that I miss you though… I won’t forget you. I love you, Sam. Rest in peace, my baby.

I’ve always wanted a fish, always begged for one. I think my obsession with fishes began with my Irish teacher’s goldfish at the back of class during third year. I still clearly remember how adorable that little fishy looked. Looking like an utter weirdo, I played with it. When I got Sam, he fit the role perfectly. I got him for Christmas. The 29th of December, to be exact. I can vividly picture that moment when we picked him amongst all the other fishes. He was the chubbiest and cutest one. Without a name for him yet, we went to church for the usual Sunday mass later that day. The first line of the first reading revealed the birth of a baby named Samuel. From that moment, my whole family went home thinking of the same thing: my fishy was to be called Sam. And he was.

I grew so fond of Sam. Coming home every day after school and, at the sight of me, Sam wildly wiggling in his bowl knowing it was feeding time, became a routine. But not for a second was it a chore. A responsibility, yes. I did everything for him. My family left him solely in my hands: the cleaning, the feeding, etc. But they slowly grew fond of him too. I could see it. My mom and both of my brothers (though the other is in denial of it) began to see him the way I saw him: more than a fish. Sam became part of the family.

Sam’s bowl sat on the coffee table in the living room. Therefore, it was impossible for any of us to avoid his cuteness. Especially me. I loved him. I played with him, letting him follow my finger around his bowl. After a while, he had learnt to nibble my finger too. I even spoke to him like my baby, my baby Sam. He was my baby. He was the family’s baby.

I can recall writing Sam’s message in our mother’s day card for my mom. It went a little something like:

Dear mommy,
Thank you for buying me. I love you.
Sammy

I even remember writing on my mom’s don’t forget list:

JOREN, JONEL, SHEN AND SAM LOVES MOMMY.

But things weren’t always easy. During the Easter holidays, he had quite a few near-death experiences. He managed to recover from them, thankfully. He suffered from constipation and peas were the answer to his problem.

But, on Tuesday, Sam was struggling again. His tummy, at this point appeared to be bulging. I quickly resolved it by feeding him peas and he went back to normal - or so I thought. That night, having stayed up doing my art project, I even checked on him at around 2 AM. He appeared to be sound asleep. I left, satisfied that he was going to be okay again.

I was wrong.

I came home from school that day to see a cloth over his bowl and the sympathetic faces of my family. I couldn’t believe it…

Sam meant a lot to me. He really did. Seeing him there… Lifeless… Floating… It broke my heart. He was gone, just like that.

But the sadness didn’t last just at that moment. Coming home from school the next day thinking of having to feed him and then realizing the truth that there’s nothing but an empty space now on the coffee table where his bowl used to be… That is now the painful reality.

Sam, I know you’re in fishy heaven now. I bet God just wanted you on his own coffee table, wiggling around like the cutie patootie that you are. Know that I miss you though… I won’t forget you. I love you, Sam. Rest in peace, my baby.