STINKY TOFU?

That picture, I would say, was the highlight of my weekend at IV Winterfest 2014.

Totally kidding. But not really.


So this was my last college Winterfest (also the last one according to their announcement today too!).

And was it a good one.

God met me this weekend. He met me in the place where I was hurting most, and met me in the place where I needed His grace the most. He placed beside me a friend who, through her own simple desire to know Him more, showed me what it means to be hungry for Him. He taught me again that I am not called to hold unto the worldly things and the people in my life, unless He calls me to.

Because He has a plan for me.
And He is molding me as I speak.


Such good news! That He loves me despite of the lies I've decided to carve unto myself and identify myself with; despite of the words that has escaped my lips that has hurt His many beloveds; despite of my constant rebellions and stubbornness to love other things than Himself.

I have a story.
And I want to speak.

And I pray, with Your wisdom, that it will begin to be Your story and not mine. That no lies will continue to silence me.

Because You love me despite of what I've been through.


May my lips be ever praising You. To have them speak the truth and of love to others, so their souls would be uplifted in You.
May my hands be open continuously, so surrendering becomes my form of worship. And to hold those that You have called me to hold.
May my feet be continuously moving, as You have and will call me across the world, so You will be known.
May my eyes be open to the ones who needs You.
May my heart,
oh my stubborn little heart,
be Yours.
Be Yours.

Be Yours.