Before i read van's blogpost, i should post my own. haha.
thought 1: better now than later
thought 2: you can't find someone who's not there/not free/not available and not interested in assisting you
thought 3: hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
thought 4: there's always self-fulfilling prophecy. now we've got to stop thinking too much
anyways, read this on a devotional website yesterday when i was feeling really down studying
“Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy! He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.” Psalm 126:5-6 “This psalm teaches the tough truth that there is work to be done whether I am emotionally up for it or not, and it is good for me to do it. Suppose you are in a season of heartache and discouragement, and it is time to sow seed. Do you say, ‘I can’t sow the field this spring, because I am brokenhearted and discouraged’? If you do that, you will not eat in the winter. Suppose you say instead, ‘I am heartsick and discouraged. I cry if the milk spills at breakfast. I cry if the phone and doorbell ring at the same time. I cry for no reason at all, but the field needs to be sowed. That is the way life is. I do not feel like it, but I will take my bag of seeds and go out in the fields and do my crying while I do my duty. I will sow in tears.’ If you do that, the promise of this psalm is that you will ‘reap with shouts of joy.’ You will ‘come home with shouts of joy, bringing your sheaves with you,’ not because the tears of sowing produce the joy of reaping, but because the sheer sowing produces the reaping. We need to remember this even when our tears tempt us to give up sowing.” A Godward Life, pp. 89-90
it's a good read. sowing in tears. wednesday was dandy:) there's this chorus that keeps ringing in my head but i can't put a finger to the title, the band or the words. haha. till i find out, i'll survive humming. I'm quite sure the words were meaningful or else i wouldn't be humming the tune. reflecting, i don't actually remember hearing anyone complaining about helping out to set up the place to clean up.. i had a great time too, just listening. what is love? a question posed by the saints, sages and philosophers. love to me is more than an epitome of all things good, it is patient, kind, not proud, does not envy, does not boast etc etc etc. it is about putting other people before youself, willingly.
tonight was great too, spending time with meera. she makes me feel normal. normal to not pass driving, normal to feel tired and want to watch tv. normal to sit and watch jazz and not say a word. normal. And it is sooo cool we went to the same place, slept in the same bed... haha. turns out that she too took a trip to kun ming. i was wow-ing. someone who understands the tastiness of wickerbasket, or xiao long baos. of the beauty there. the next time i see her, i promise i will hold on a little longer when we hug. It sounds all wrong, but it is normal.
now back to what needs to be done and will be done. sowing in tears. :)
Before i read van's blogpost, i should post my own. haha.
thought 1: better now than later
thought 2: you can't find someone who's not there/not free/not available and not interested in assisting you
thought 3: hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
thought 4: there's always self-fulfilling prophecy. now we've got to stop thinking too much
anyways, read this on a devotional website yesterday when i was feeling really down studying
“Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy! He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.” Psalm 126:5-6 “This psalm teaches the tough truth that there is work to be done whether I am emotionally up for it or not, and it is good for me to do it. Suppose you are in a season of heartache and discouragement, and it is time to sow seed. Do you say, ‘I can’t sow the field this spring, because I am brokenhearted and discouraged’? If you do that, you will not eat in the winter. Suppose you say instead, ‘I am heartsick and discouraged. I cry if the milk spills at breakfast. I cry if the phone and doorbell ring at the same time. I cry for no reason at all, but the field needs to be sowed. That is the way life is. I do not feel like it, but I will take my bag of seeds and go out in the fields and do my crying while I do my duty. I will sow in tears.’ If you do that, the promise of this psalm is that you will ‘reap with shouts of joy.’ You will ‘come home with shouts of joy, bringing your sheaves with you,’ not because the tears of sowing produce the joy of reaping, but because the sheer sowing produces the reaping. We need to remember this even when our tears tempt us to give up sowing.” A Godward Life, pp. 89-90
it's a good read. sowing in tears. wednesday was dandy:) there's this chorus that keeps ringing in my head but i can't put a finger to the title, the band or the words. haha. till i find out, i'll survive humming. I'm quite sure the words were meaningful or else i wouldn't be humming the tune. reflecting, i don't actually remember hearing anyone complaining about helping out to set up the place to clean up.. i had a great time too, just listening. what is love? a question posed by the saints, sages and philosophers. love to me is more than an epitome of all things good, it is patient, kind, not proud, does not envy, does not boast etc etc etc. it is about putting other people before youself, willingly.
tonight was great too, spending time with meera. she makes me feel normal. normal to not pass driving, normal to feel tired and want to watch tv. normal to sit and watch jazz and not say a word. normal. And it is sooo cool we went to the same place, slept in the same bed... haha. turns out that she too took a trip to kun ming. i was wow-ing. someone who understands the tastiness of wickerbasket, or xiao long baos. of the beauty there. the next time i see her, i promise i will hold on a little longer when we hug. It sounds all wrong, but it is normal.
now back to what needs to be done and will be done. sowing in tears. :)
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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sowing in tears
