My face is really dry and itchy and rashy today :( Last night I spotted a few tiny pimple-like bumps on my face so I applied Oxy5 (benzoyl peroxide) on them and went to sleep. Usually I have no problem with Oxy but this time when I woke up, my face was really dried out and itchy. It stung too and turned my face pinky D: Not sure what happened but maybe I've developed a sensitivity to benzoyl peroxide or something. My face is better now after I used a face mask but still stings. Next time I will use lemons instead of Oxy :( But for now its lots and lots of moisturizer for this dried up prune! :)



“If God were small enough to be understood, He would not be big enough to worship.”
— Evelyn Underhill

Then Job arose, tore his robe, and shaved his head; and he fell to the ground and worshiped. And he said:

“ Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
And naked shall I return there.
The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away;
Blessed be the name of the LORD.”

(Job 1:20-21)

After all, when life collapses for you like it did for Job, who do you have left but God? You could pull back, build up walls, pretend that people don't care, close up, act like God doesn't understand. But when circumstances happen, and you can't see past yourself, its the perfect time to ask God to help you see beyond what your human eyes perceive, to look through the eyes of the Father that made your very being. He knows the plans. He knows your future. And it is good.

I think that one of the biggest threats facing young, God-fearing women is relationships. We, as women, thrive off of interaction with the people around us, whether it is our family, friends, or even boyfriends. But I have seen countless friends who genuinely loved Jesus lose their identity in a boyfriend so completely that they starve themselves of their relationship with Jesus.

There is so much pressure for girls to find their husband, or to simply get affection from the boys around them, but I think a lot of girls forget that Jesus is JEALOUS for them—that He really does want them all to Himself. If the girls in our generation can make up their mind that Jesus really is enough for them, they will find a love that is so much more passionate, overwhelming and fulfilling than anything they could ever imagine.

And eventually, if Jesus becomes their standard, He will bring them a husband that looks a lot like Him. :)

I posted that last year on the 15th August 2010. I wish I could tell her this. But she doesn't believe me - Even though she knows better than this. This hurts me. Why can't she see she's better than what this world has to offer?

Reminder.

Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.

/ Luke 12:27-30

this week has been another tiring week - as with the previous weeks. is it going to be like this for the rest of the year? i have a feeling it can only get worse and this is just the tip of the iceberg. i know You're real - even when i cannot see. you're the rest to the weary, the drink to the thirsty.. the faith to the helpless, the hope to the lonely.. the sweet to the bitter, the healing to the hurting.. you're everything i could ever need. i'm deeply in love with you.

Be still, there is a healer. His love is deeper than the sea, His mercy, it is unfailing - His arms are a fortress for the weak.

My sister is watching a movie, and I'm here behind her on the computer ignoring the movie. I just don't watch movies. There's no reasonable explanation why I don't like movies - I just don't. Some people don't like to sit down and read 2 chapters of a book... I don't like sitting down wasting 2 hours of my life on a movie. I haven't met anyone else that doesn't like watching movies. Maybe I don't like them BECAUSE I CRY SOOO EASILY WHEN WATCHING MOVIES. Like maybe someone loses their dog AND I CAN START CRYING. Well I don't mind crying I just dont. like. watching. movies.

Random thought of the day, wondering why I don't watch movies. Can't remember the last movie I watched (I think it was fireproof at uncle mervyn's house) and watched like 2 movies in 2010.. SIGHH WHAT DO I DO IN MY FREE TIME, REALLY? DO I NOT HAVE A LIFE?

Anyway I have resigned myself to the fact that my hair grows way way way slowly. The moment it hits my waist will probably be the day that I turn 25. i THINK i've seen a marked improvement in growth since I started eating like 2 eggs a day but still... darned genetics.

This week I came upon a closed door.
It was a door I was so desperately hoping to go through.
A door I could picture myself going through.
A door I was sure it was time to go through.
A door that would theoretically lead to other doors that I also wanted to go through.
But that door did not open when it came time like I had hoped.
It remained closed.
It remained closed and the peace and patience and hope I had been cultivating within, disappeared.
And I got angry, and frustrated and said things like, "life's not fair."

But wouldn't you know, as soon as I hung my head, turned around and walked away in defeat, a window opened.
A window opened and inspiration flew in the window.
Flew in and hit me in the face.
Not hard, but like a soft reminder.
A reminder that there is a plan.
And it is good.

Inspiration flew in and reminded me of the things I have hoped for far longer that that open door
And along with that inspiration, motivation.
Motivation to start something frightening, something potentially life changing and something I've dreamed about my whole life.
Motivation to take the narrow path, full of hard work and sacrifice.
A path that will lead to many more doors, some open, some closed.
A path that leads to to a beautiful end goal and a life I've always wanted.

Thank God for closed doors.

/krameymartin