from me to you:

Words are not enough to say how many blessings we receive from the Lord each day [Just the fact that you landed on this page is already a huge blessing!]. It is for this reason that How Blessed and Loved I Am exists - to tell, in words, in pictures, in music, in videos, how every smile, every laugh, every frown, every tear, every shout, and every jump are very much part of God's shower of graces.

Join us in sharing the little microscopic blessings we receive each day from Him, our everlasting and ever-loving Father!^^


Thursday, November 10, 2011

iJ:ournal Prompt#1
On any gift-giving occasion, what sort of gift (clothes? gadgets? toys? books?) do you always look forward to? Why?
Yes, notebooks, journals, diaries, organizers, planners, even notepads make me super happy the way ice cream does! I guess whatever we want to receive on our special days all comes down to one thing - our hobbies.

I am so awed at people who have hobbies that are totally incongruent with their jobs or their academic capabilities. An example is a friend from college. He was one of the smartest people I knew; he was also one of the weirdest. He loved reading books on psychology and philosophy, yet Playboy and FHM magazines were also some of his types. He had the most objective opinions and ideals. He drank; he smoked; he even smoked marijuana, but his fancy for little kids was so endearing one would think he's already a father. :)

So back to what I was saying. We can classify people according to their looks, their brains, and even their upbringings, but we can't judge them for what they do in their secret times and places. For me, hobbies define the heart of a person - the inner personality only he/she and God know, and whatever gift we always look forward to on our birthday and in Christmas only reflects our values and belief system - who we are when no one's looking and how we view ourselves in relation to the world and life itself.

Now that's just the introduction. Ha! Got you there! XD

Since forever I've thought of myself as a poet, a playwright, a female Shakespeare clothed in thick adipose tissue. If I had to express myself, I would gladly do so in writing - in poetry more often. I couldn't imagine my life without words written by my callused fingers. The funny thing is when I receive a journal or a notebook that I actually terribly like, I don’t use it just yet. I keep it on display until I grow tired of poring over it and admiring its pages. Until a new and fancier one arrives, I wouldn’t be using my beloved journal for just any writing. It should contain my best works, my best writings. This was the case until September 30, 2011. I didn’t have spare money to buy a new devotional journal, but I had all those cute diaries from Korea and Taiwan that I didn’t want to use for JUST any writing.

Then came the voice of thunder. Yeah, God spoke.

Heck, daily devotions are NOT just any writing. It’s God’s voice in a horrid and unpleasant situation. It’s His comforting embrace amidst a dark and repulsive state of mind. It’s passionate, unconditional love pouring out on a seemingly hopeless life. Why couldn’t I dedicate even one of my favorite notebooks to the One who gave His one and only, of course, favorite Son for my salvation? *bangs head on the table*

God gave His best for me. What is a notebook compared to Jesus?  Paper that when wetted may well be as trash to the Darling of heaven?  I know – a speck of dust in a palace of pure, untarnished gold. If I don’t give my best and all the best gifts I have to God, do I have a right to claim the perfect Gift of all as my own? Not a chance.

All right, I'll be expecting notebooks or diaries from all fo you. Come on, you know God's gonna get all of them. Trust me! XD

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